Help! I've Fallen And I Can't Get Up
My neighbor, in her early seventies, went out of our cul de sac in an ambulance the other day for the second time in a month.
She is caught in a spiral of medical problems that is showcasing the downside of living alone. Since I live alone, I look at her and wonder, “Shall I be as resistant to the obvious when my time comes?”
Or, shall I be one of those who steps up to reality, and says, “Check me in, sister, to this no zone and “no” I don’t play bridge or bingo.”
None of us plan on being dependent whether we are alone or with our partners. But, the statistics are there. We end up dependent on others whether in our own home or in a “facility’ that always has the word “golden” or “sunrise” in it.
The fog horn is bleating in the distance as that ambulance circles the center island on the way out, lights flashing on my kitchen walls.
I have a choice. Think about it some more or go take a photograph that shall go along with this post which I’m filing under “Fear, The Series” and “Anxiety 2.0, the Series”.
In 1987, Mrs. Fletcher first appeared in a TV ad for LifeLine, a call button senior citizens who lived alone could wear to summon emergency services. Her cry for help “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” became a comedy classic and used as a metaphor for many situations.
I am laughing at Mrs. Fletcher no more. Well, maybe just a little.
View Mrs. Feltcher HERE
©Pat Coakley 2009
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