And it was all going so well.
I have not been able to take a bath for years. I have had to content myself with a quick shower but even that is difficult as it hurts to stand for more than a few minutes.
So I thought today I would literally take the plunge. Having filled the bathtub up to about a quarter full and added the most luxurious bubbles to hand, I carefully climbed into the bath and gingerly lowered myself down.
It felt so good to actually be sitting in a bathtub as opposed to having a quick shower. It was all I could do to sit up straight as my huge belly prevented me from turning onto my side. But still, I was able to wash comfortably sitting down for the first time in I do not know how many years.
My mistake was trying to lay on my front as I had to grip the disabled bar on the tiled wall to lift myself onto my knees. As I lowered my knees back down I was unable to support my weight and I fell face first bashing my face on the taps and heavily bruising my thigh.
Even worse than the pain was the embarrassment of now being wedged in the bath, with water lapping over the side of the bath onto the floor.
It was only by pulling the plug from the bath to drain the water and somehow hoisting myself back onto my knees that I could carefully begin the process of getting myself upright and stepping out of the bath itself.
A painful lesson learned.