James fell again this week.

When he fell because of the plastic boot a few weeks ago, it was an easy slip to the floor, even if we did have to call the fire department to right him, but he bumped the divider next to the toilet and was covered in bruises on his back.

This time he fell flat backward in the living room and only had one bruise on his shoulder, not even as bad as any of the others, and he actually scrunched to the stairway and we got to Hangar to order his new orthopedic shoes. But after that...he has been in terrible pain since then.

If he goes to Urgent Care and nothing is broken—and he can move, so he feels nothing is—they will just take an X-ray and then maybe offer him pain meds. So he doesn't want to go. Instead he is on Tylenol and the heating pad.

The only fun thing we did was go to lunch with Alice and Ken, and James was then even too tired to go anywhere else afterwards.

We also heard that a friend was in the hospital with severe heart problems. He did get out, but it looks like he'll need surgery in the future.

Getting old is not for sissies.

Labels: friends, health, sickness

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