Wednesday, while trying to get into the shower, which is an operation in itself, the ol' knees gave out and down I went. My husband managed to drag me out, lift me into my wheelchair with a hoyer lift and get me to the hosiptal. Two badly sprained ankles and a small fracture. Bedbound, incontinent and doped out on Vicodin is not at all fun. I am not a happy camper and can't imagine what the near future or not so near future holds for me at this point. My turn to ask for prayers.