Today, on day 6 of the #Ultimate Blog Challenge, I want to talk about something truly scary for some of us.
I am in my early 60's, and have fallen several times. Last year, I took a falls prevention class. But nothing prepared me for....
|How can I be afraid of this?|
... the motel bathtub.
I didn't always fear the bathtubs in motels. But one day, and I don't remember just when it was, I started to have troubles getting out of motel bathtubs. At first, I blamed the "newfangled bathtubs" that motels (those still with bath tubs, that is, because some newer ones seem to be only featuring showers) were installing. Some didn't even have ledges to boost yourself out of the tub with.
But now I have to face facts. I've crossed some kind of invisible line - the one between "middle aged" and "young senior".
I've had to travel several times in the past six weeks. Twice, I had to stay in motels.
I like to take baths. It relaxes me and relaxes my back.
On my last trip, I had a nice soak in a motel bathtub. But when it was time to get out, I couldn't.
As in "I couldn't get out".
I rolled from my back to my knees, something that usually enables me to get in to a position where I can boost myself out. But this time, the position didn't work. The tub was slippery (it didn't have a rough surface, like many bathtubs do). Some motels provide bathmats. This one didn't. I had thought nothing of it when I had drawn the bath. But now I was afraid of slipping, and I was trapped in the bathtub.
Here, I also need to explain that I know someone who died from a bathtub fall last year. She fell and hit her head. It was a terrible, lingering death. So I was thinking of that, and knew I had to be careful.
I grabbed the towel I had placed on the floor, and put it on the tub floor. It wasn't enough.
I called for my husband. He got more towels, and I was able to get myself out. There was a grab bar, but it was not positioned in any way that would have done me any good.
What if I had been alone? Perhaps a business woman, traveling on business. It's a scary thought.
And I'm only 63.
I spoke to the desk clerk. She said that others had complained. They had no bathmats, but could bring me something for the next night to help.
But they never did.
Ironically, that same motel was asking me to hang up my towels so that the housekeeping staff would not have to wash them so they could help save the environment. Well, they all ended up in the bathtub, soaking wet, and I wasn't about to hang them up. I told the desk clerk about that, too. I asked her to tell the owners these tubs were a problem, and I told her that someone I knew died last year from a bathtub fall.
It turns out I'm not the only one with this problem.
At one time, I had a Friday "Falling Friday" feature on my blog. I will continue to feature it sporadically.