Years ago there was an advertisement for a 'panic button' that one could wear in case of a fall or accident. The ad showed a lady, hair just so, lying on the floor, but smiling happily. She was wearing the helpline pendant, of course, and waiting for lovely paramedics to rescue her.
It came to my mind last week as I lay on the floor, not smiling, having lost my balance and fallen backwards, somehow taking a chair with me. It wasn't a happy moment. I have a pendant but chose to ring a friend.
Thanks to my good friend who came and bandaged my arm, helped me up etc etc, and took me to our surgery. There to be told that I had probably cracked a rib. Or two. And had mild concussion. And a very black bruise where the chair had attacked me.
So I've spent the last week doing very little except enjoying the good things, like my geraniums. (and muttering about old age and its frailties)
You think it can never happen to you, but somehow it does, and I'm more than grateful that I didn't crack a hip or worse.