I jumped out of bed for a potty break. I'm totally blind without my glasses, but I've been living here long enough that I can make it fifteen feet to the bathroom in that state.
I must have jumped too fast because I got dizzy. Usually when that happens my head clears by the time I can touch a wall, but this time I couldn't find a wall. I groped for something solid while my legs and brain seemed to be giving way, in slow motion. I found myself lying flat on my back under the desk in the office.
How did I get there? And how did I get there without hurting my head on something?
Luckily I didn't. My wrist appears to have a rug burn (maybe I grabbed the upholstered chair on my way down - I found it lying on it's side under the desk with me). And my butt is bruised. It feels like I landed on something sharp, like a corner of furniture or a book. There was nothing sharp around. And my neck and shoulder have ached all day.
It's all a mystery because no one was awake to see it. They all heard the crash in the night though, and one voice asked if I was okay. I was mostly shaken and amazed that I wasn't more hurt.
It reminded me of an accident my mom had the year Grandma died. She did something similar, but she fell down a flight of stairs without the ability to catch her fall and broke many bones in her face. For about six weeks meals were sucked through a straw.
So today I've been repeating in my head something the Sunday School kids say regularly.
God is good, all the time.
All the time, God is good.