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... I had a traumatic morning, which is now fading[2] because I was released from the situation.
The situation? I currently sleep in my big reclining chair with electric up and down action. Today there was a power outage. I woke to the outage and couldn't get out of the chair[1]. The chair is huge and deep and there's no getting out of it when fully reclined. I was in the chair from 8:45 am until 12:45 pm. As *soon* as the power came back, I was out of that chair like a speedy thing, since often the return of power here is fitful for the first bit.
I have now purchased a UPS that will be dedicated to keeping this chair powered while I'm in it, long enough to let me get out of it.
To add to the entertainment value of the whole experience, my little Suzi kept coming and working dough on my tummy, and then dashing off with a sulky noise as I was falling asleep. I am lucky I didn't drink my normal amount of hydration last night.
[1] - this is the same model of chair that dumped me on the floor at Christmas. Being dumped on the floor is bad for me because I cannot get up. I cannot kneel on my knees (bad bad bad), so I have to scootchy along the floor to a set of stairs, and use the drop in height to get my weight over my heels so I can stand up. I'm surprisingly not fond of the maneuver.
[2] - I'm able to laugh about it, ha ha, but I don't want a repeat, no no no.
The situation? I currently sleep in my big reclining chair with electric up and down action. Today there was a power outage. I woke to the outage and couldn't get out of the chair[1]. The chair is huge and deep and there's no getting out of it when fully reclined. I was in the chair from 8:45 am until 12:45 pm. As *soon* as the power came back, I was out of that chair like a speedy thing, since often the return of power here is fitful for the first bit.
I have now purchased a UPS that will be dedicated to keeping this chair powered while I'm in it, long enough to let me get out of it.
To add to the entertainment value of the whole experience, my little Suzi kept coming and working dough on my tummy, and then dashing off with a sulky noise as I was falling asleep. I am lucky I didn't drink my normal amount of hydration last night.
[1] - this is the same model of chair that dumped me on the floor at Christmas. Being dumped on the floor is bad for me because I cannot get up. I cannot kneel on my knees (bad bad bad), so I have to scootchy along the floor to a set of stairs, and use the drop in height to get my weight over my heels so I can stand up. I'm surprisingly not fond of the maneuver.
[2] - I'm able to laugh about it, ha ha, but I don't want a repeat, no no no.
