A Lift Becomes A Fall
July 31, 2014
Yesterday evening , and unexpected situation happened. I was especially busy working on tasks to be completed. Joann had suffered from pain in her right leg, and lower back. She could not sleep hardly at all.
I did what I could do to assist her. I washed dishes, and cleaned a middle room where our cats have their litter boxes. I also cleaned our bathroom, and sprayed , for fleas by using a very good bug agent. Everything seemed in order, and all was working out well.
It was getting close to 7:00 P.M. It was time to bring Becky to Joann's bedroom because Becky wanted to rest. Joann insisted on lifting Becky from a motorized wheelchair to Becky's manual one. I told Joann that I would lift her.
I did not feel very strong. I felt tired, so I should have listened to Joann. I situated both chairs in there proper positions in order to open the footrests. However as I reached, and placed my hands, and arms under Becky's arms, and began the process of the lift, in order to pivot Becky around , in order to move her to the manual chair, that's when I realized I made a definite mistake.
Joann was nearby watching me when I noticed that Becky moved her right foot, and ankle to the left side of my left leg. The movements were already too late. In , and attempt to maneuver my movements in a manner consistent of my priority, I tripped, and began falling.
It all happened slow , for me, but Joann said it happened fast. I knew I was falling with Becky in my arms, so somehow I had to minimize future injuries as I was falling down with Becky to the floor.
In my mind I quickly realized that I had to cushion Becky with my body in order to minimize the impact of her falling with me. So as I fell I moved quickly, the best I could, under Becky in order to lessen the floor impact that would occur to her.
Becky fell on top of me, and rolled to the right of me, and I lowered her carefully to the floor. Definitely it all worked well , for Becky's sake.
Becky began screaming, and crying as was expected, however she was not injured, and I thanked God.. I asked Joann if Becky was injured, and she said that she seemed O.K.
In my fall, I injured my left finger, my right shoulder, my lower back, my right foot, my right knee , and the right palm of my hand. These minor injuries were not bad at all. In fact I was glad that Becky was not hurt. The only difficulty was in my getting up from the floor. It was hard to get myself up, and to put pressure on my right knee. I know my knee will hurt , for a time.
The hardest parts came when Joann, and I had to lift Becky from the floor. I could not lift Becky all the way up to the chair without Joann's help. Extremely hard it was , for us to lift Becky together from the floor to the chair, but with God's help it was done. Becky cried a short while, but then she laughed about it all. I was happy that Becky thought it was funny, and that she was not injured.
Joann told me that the mistakes I made involved my entire lifting process. She told me that I should have pulled Becky toward me, and should have placed my legs further back away from Becky because Becky will cross her legs. This I should have known, but I did not prioritize that fact in Becky's neurological condition.
Neurologically Becky automatically crosses her feet as a disability . My stupidity did not put that behavior among my priorities.
My minor injuries mean absolutely nothing to me. I made the errors. In the future I will pull Becky forward toward me, and I will safely keep my legs situated further back. It was a close intended maneuver that failed. Working at lifting is a necessary science that involves definite perfections, or patients , or care taker can get injured by falls, and falling is not professionally acceptable.
God Bless You.