Last night around 10:00, I made a trip to the porcelain potty.
You can guess why.
I got there in plenty of time, but when I started to get up to return to bed, I fell. Not good! Especially in a tiny bathroom like the one that we have.
At least I wasn't hurt. Except for my ego, that is.
Mrs. AOW had to call 911 to pick me up off the floor.
As usual, Mrs. AOW, the independent type, tried to get me up by herself - and hurt her back.
This was the third time that 911 had to be called to get me up off the floor.