Rescue 911, the toy chicken and humor

I have been down with a stomach bug for the past couple of days and am, because of it, weaker than usual. This has made it a bit more difficult for me to move from my power chair to the lift chair I usually sit in unless I'm on the move or outside. I knew a little extra height would make it easier for me to vacate the power chair and decided that putting my 2 inch wheelchair pad on my power seat would be a good solution. In my efforts to make my situation easier, I lost my balance and fell down between my power chair and the dining room table.

Once I've fallen I'm down for the count, and, after catching my breath, I tried to reach for the cell phone I always carry with me in the lower basket of the chair. I couldn't seem to reach it and as I felt tears start to form and panic creeping in, I turned my head and found myself staring straight into the button eyes of the wind up, toy chicken my young grandson, Ryan, had left behind. Thanks to the efforts of my granddaughter, Sarah, the chicken had been sporting a cape and although it wasn't wearing tights, the humor was not lost on me.

I began to laugh, and with the laughter came a release from the building anxiety. I was able to relaxe some and managed to reach my phone. Since my husband hadn't reached work yet and my family were all still asleep, I called 911. As the paramedics entered the door, calling to see if I was OK, I informed them that I was lying on the floor next to a chicken and shouldn't be too difficult to find.