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I fall down and I end up having a debate with myself on whether I really need to get back up.Oh yesterday, I was at my sister's place as usual, and I was getting the trash for her, I place the lid on and without opening for a new bag, I walked around, and my sister or I threw down the lid, I tripped and fell down on my right side of my bum checks, I am okay just a little bit in pain.

At least you weren't on the top bunk. My cabin has four sets of bunks. I rolled my butt off the top bunk a few years back. I managed to kind of sort of grab the bed as I was falling and at least got my feet partly under me before I hit the floor.One side of my bed is against a wall. I awoke yesterday morning on my side and thought I had room to roll over towards the side to get in and out of bed.
Unfortunately I was on the edge already and half way through the roll I got the free falling feeling.
Like Joe, I just lay there and debated on if I really needed to get back up ....
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yeah my bed is the same, sometimes I will kick my foot against the wall hahaaa...One side of my bed is against a wall. I awoke yesterday morning on my side and thought I had room to roll over towards the side to get in and out of bed.
Unfortunately I was on the edge already and half way through the roll I got the free falling feeling.
Like Joe, I just lay there and debated on if I really needed to get back up ....
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Wait a minute, then why are you smiling buddy.Fifty plus years ago I was attending an estate sale from an obviously affluent family for years prior. I was hoping to buy an ornate walnut hall tree but my pockets were far too shallow. I bid on this and that but the only auction item I won was a box of old postcards. The family traveled and it was interesting to follow their trips in postcards and mail. I bought the box for a dollar in hopes that a stamp or something might have some value. I eventually sold a large collection of postcards from a son to his parents. He was serving in France in world war one. They were fascinating in print and correspondence. Through a connection, I sold those cards to a lady that drove across the state and paid $30 for them. Thirty bucks for my dollar investment seemed quite handsome. Today that collection would be worth close to a grand. I just needed to be patient and wait a half century![]()
I have no reason to sulk.