Go to main contentsGo to search barGo to main menu
Saturday, July 26, 2025 at 11:31 AM

Is This You? Forgetting How to Get Up

Is This You? Forgetting How to Get Up
Image by Leanna Lehman with DALL-E.

There was a time when I saw my 270-pound husband — a very big man — flat-footed jump on top of a 55-gallon barrel. It was something he had done since he was a teenager. I saw him do it when he was nearing 50.

There was a time when I could do a running jump and clear the corral fences without even thinking about it. Fences that are about four and a half feet tall. It was easier to clear the fence than to walk to the gate. Besides, that flying part was just so freeing.

Now? For some magical reason, I have forgotten how to even get up off the ground. Oh, I know how — but although the desire to get up is there, the knowledge of what goes where first has left the building blocks of my brain.

I know I am not alone in this dilemma. And I know I could get up as recently as a few short days — maybe months, okay, years ago. The first sign was when I watched my older brother (older by 18 months) try to get up after he came over to help me put in a new toilet.

There we were. On the floor with the wax ring and porcelain throne. Everything ready to go — and we had to get up to lower the throne over the hole. Both of us looked at each other and started to laugh. I said, “You get up first.” He said, “You get up first.” Oh, the grunting, groaning, snapping, and crackling of body parts. I swear we weren’t even that old then.

I bring this up because tomorrow I have to get down on the floor and clean up a mess I made.

Have you ever gone to do something, and in your head you’re thinking, Don’t do it! It’s a bad plan. Don’t do it! Well, I didn’t listen to my little voice. I was getting company, and I wanted to change the wax in my wax melter — the one that makes the air all odoriferous.

As I was taking the liquid wax to the garbage, I could almost see myself tripping and spilling it — on the carpet, in the living room. But my overconfident self was too hard-headed to let the wax harden first. So — trip, splat, squish. (Y(&%&%^)!)

The prettiest splay of yellow pine-scented wax gracefully made its way out of the dish and onto the carpet. That was about two weeks ago.

Oh, I started the cleanup. I made the mess; I have to clean it up. I got ice and froze the wax and picked a lot off. Then I scraped the wax off the wall, the back of the couch, and a wooden stool. Then I got my iron out and started to iron up the rest of the wax onto paper bags.

Yes, of course I Googled “how to remove wax from carpet.” I used up the paper bags I’d brought to the mess, thinking two would be enough. Two was not enough. I needed more.

Then I realized I also needed to get up and use the facilities.

It was then that I realized I had actually forgotten how to get up off the floor. Well — that, and the fact that it was late in the day, I was tired, and that strength of flying over the corral fences was nowhere to be found.

I would not let myself believe I was that “I’ve fallen and can’t get up” woman from the commercial. After all — I hadn’t fallen. I got down here on my own power.

Where did my giddy-up-and-go get to?

Apparently, I left my giddy in my other jeans. My feet were too big and in the way. My arms were of no help — there wasn’t much to grab onto to pull myself up. I remember thinking — and I may have even said out loud to no one, because I live alone — Bring in the crane.

The thing is, that was at least five days ago, and I have not gotten back down to finish cleaning the wax out of the carpet. I left the used paper bags over the wax. My iron is still out on the counter — waiting.

But I am not ready to get back down there. Because I’m here to tell you: down there is really, really far down there. Back up is twice as far as down there is.

I have picked up and peeked under the wax-spotted bags I was using — hoping beyond hope that my Fairy Godmother came in the night and finished the job.

FYI: She has not been by. I don’t know why.

Good gravy! At least she can still fly!

Trina lives in Diamond Valley, north of Eureka, Nevada. She loves to hear from readers. Email her at [email protected]

Really.

 

More about the author/authors:
Share
Rate

Comment

Comments

COMMENTS
Comment author: Mike HinzComment text: I knew Sam as a member of our church growing up. He always had a warm smile, a kind word, and a great sense of humor! He will be great missed!Comment publication date: 7/2/25, 11:57 AMComment source: Obituary -- Samuel Bruce WickizerComment author: Mike HinzComment text: Great teacher, great coach, but even a better person!!! Rest in peace Mr. BeachComment publication date: 7/2/25, 11:53 AMComment source: Obituary -- Jack Victor Beach, Jr.Comment author: Mike HinzComment text: I had Mrs Hedges for First Grade at Northside Elementary in 1969. I still, to this day, remember her as a wonderful teacher…one of my favorites!!Comment publication date: 7/2/25, 11:29 AMComment source: Obituary - Nancy Marie Hedges C Comment author: Carl C. HagenComment text: What are MFNs and PBMs ?? ............................ From the editor: This is a very good question and we apologize for not catching that wasn't in there. We reached out to the writer/submitter and got this info back...hope it's helpful. PBM: Pharmacy Benefit Managers are pharmacies that are owned by insurance companies. (CVS is one.) They negotiate with drug makers to get reduced pricing for medications, but they historically have not passed along those savings to patients. https://www.ftc.gov/system/files/ftc_gov/pdf/pharmacy-benefit-managers-staff-report.pdf MFN: Most Favored Nation pricing is a policy that means a country agrees to offer the same trade concessions (like tariffs or price reductions) to all member nations of the World Trade Organization (WTO). When applied to pharmaceuticals, it could disrupt global access, deter innovation, and obscure the deeper systemic issues in American health care. https://petrieflom.law.harvard.edu/2025/05/22/the-global-risks-of-americas-most-favored-nation-drug-pricing-policy/Comment publication date: 6/23/25, 7:47 AMComment source: L E T T E R TO THE EDITOR
SUPPORT OUR WORK