As soon as I opened the closet door, stuff started to fall. My attempts to dig out the power stuff caused more stuff to fall. Delia started yelling at me to get out of the way so she could take care of it. I stepped back, closed the closet door and started to move into the living room. I tripped on something, probably my own feet.
I hit my right shoulder on something, probably a small table in the living room. I lay there for a moment, assaying the damage. Delia wasn't yelling at me, so she hadn't noticed that I fell. I moved to an area clear enough for me to try to roll over. I could tell that Delia noticed my problem because she was yelling again. She wanted to call 911. Then she wanted to call the fire department, to see if some firemen could lift me up, as they have done previously after Delia called 911. Then she wanted to go outside to see if a neighbor was nearby and could help get me up. I vetoed all of her suggestions.
I didn't seem to be hurt. My right shoulder was a bit sore, but nothing else seemed amiss. I tried rolling onto my knees but my knees will still not tolerate my weight on them. I scooted over to Delia's recliner, which was piled up with stuff, and decided not to try using it to get up. I scooted over to another chair, an older chair with no wheels, rocker, recliner or other mechanism to make it unstable. In three stages I got up into the chair into a sitting position. From there it was easy to stand up by myself.
After talking Delia down, I returned to the closet, found the device that had become disconnected, restored the connection and, at Delia's suggestion, went to my chair in the living room while she tried to clean up without causing any more problems. I quickly verified that wireless service had been restored.
As with the previous two falls, I was basically undamaged. Before, when I fell I would need help to get up. This time I managed it on my own. I may have lost a little weight but I still weigh over 330 pounds (336 this morning). I may be slightly stronger but I'm certainly not nearly as strong as I was two decades ago or before. I am, after all, 73 years old with serious health concerns.
I recently got a new pair of pants with a 54 inch waist. I used to wear pants having a waist greater than 60 inches. My weight and girth fluctuate; at the moment they are diminishing. I would like to get down to a 38 inch waist, at which point my weight would be somewhere about 230 to 270 pounds. It is happening more slowly than I expected.
I keep learning more about myself. For example, a year ago I had no idea that I was deficient in iodine. Who thinks about iodine? But my thyroid has been under-active since I was young and the thyroid needs iodine to function right. With my doctor's blessing, I started taking iodine supplements; she added thyroid supplements and L-Tyrosine, an amino acid the thyroid needs. Because of my lack of progress, she asked me to double my iodine dose. The iodine was causing me sleep problems, so I shifted my schedule to consume the iodine in the morning instead of the afternoon and started increasing the amount. I have been sleeping well at the doubled dose the last few days.
I made it through another small crisis.
Delia wanted the stuff stored in the hallway coat closet to be arranged neatly, so she moved things around. The WiFi signal disappeared. There is one extension cord entering the closet that provides power to the cable modem, the network switch, the WiFi and a wireless hard drive. That one extension cord leads to a tangle of power modules, power extenders and another extension cord. The network switch still had lights indicating activity but the WiFi was dark. The entire tangle of power stuff was neatly covered by some of the stuff Delia had rearranged.