There was no time for a thought to flicker in my thought feed, as I dropped to the floor like a 140 pound sack of potatoes.
It was 2-ish a.m. I had just checked Joe's blood sugar and turned off his bedside lamp and was traversing my way around and through what looked like laundry fields, hills, and mountains. The laundry - some piles clean, some dirty, and some were possibly unknown (clean or dirty or both) is a typical scene in Joe's room these days. He does his own laundry. I think he has a system?
Back to me...
I was maneuvering myself through the laundry landscape and came upon a crumpled up large blanket. I decided to walk on the blanket pile. The pile was large; it looked soft; it looked safe. One step onto the blanket and my right toes hooked into a metal laundry basket catapulting it up on end to impact my right shin, tripping me. The laundry basket then falls to the ground in time for the top metal edge to absorb the impact of my anterior thigh.
Do not underestimate the impact of our day-in-the-life.