My son DJ was a rock star during all this. He stood next to me while I was banging the floor and waiting for the pain to subside enough to go upstairs. He helped me wrap my ankle and brought me the other things I needed. Having kids old enough and strong enough to assist me in a situation like this is a blessing.
I was debating whether I should have called ABM right when it happened. The fall occurred about an hour before he was going to get off work, so I figured it could wait until he got home. Considering ABM's state of mind lately, he will either be exasperated because I fell again or angry because he thinks I should have called him sooner. That may sound harsh, but I know that being married to a clumsy woman must be tiring for him.