This Thing falls on the floor and rolls under something. Nothing breaks, The Thing just rolls under something. No problem, I think, this'll be easy, I'll just get on my knees and pick it up and away we go.
So, I struggle to get to my knees. And that's when the pain starts. I've never had that much pain just kneeling on the floor. Yeah, it's a wooden rather than carpeted floor, but still. That much pain?
It was horrible.
Anyway, I retrieved The Thing, and I'm ready to stand up. Or so I think... Not only are my knees screaming in agony for being on the hard floor, but I can't get my feet underneath me so I can stand up. I can't move my leg into a decent position to get a foot underneath my weight, and the foot keeps... sliding... to the side, in the wrong direction.
I know, I think, I'll just grab something and hoist myself up enough to get enough weight off my legs and feet, so I can get a foot underneath me and finish the process. Great idea! Doesn't work. Can't get a decent grip on the chair I'm in front of, can't find anything else I can use to heave myself up.
Somehow, somehow, I manage to get a foot underneath myself and I can push down with the leg and somehow get myself standing again.
And, my first thoughts? Not crap, I really am handicapped,Not boy, that really sucked!—surprisingly nothing negative. Nothing! Just one word came to mind... Whew! And wonderful, wonderful relief. Thankfulness for being able to stand... and relief.
Even when things go awry... "good" is still good. Even when it's just a little bit good... it's good. I was able to get up without crawling to another room! And I was even able to walk (a little) after getting up!
And all of those things... are good. And as we all learn, on the M.S. Highway... you take what you can get. And when you can get "good," even a little bit...