Our desktop computer sits atop the last piece of ex-govie furiture on active duty within the house, an old but still robust adjustable grey desk. With it is the Dr Evil Chair, a wheeled reclining office number purchased from the place where the Office comes alive, Officeworks.
It's a comfortable chair to use, and I've spent many an hour with the chair tilted back, listening or watching something on the TV yonder or the computer itself. It's a good chum. Only its tilting capacity has in the past tipped me out of said chair.Such as that time I had theBoy (as a baby) in my arms and just the other day I was laughing at something theBoy did and the chair and I fell over onto our side.
Tonight we were doing Storyverse in the end room and I leaned back. I must have leaned back too much to the right as the chair started to fall backwards. It only didn't fall because I had the middle three fingers of my right hand pressed against the carpet, taking the weight of me and the chair, as I had managed to flail my arm out to stop the fall in progress.
I started yelling for theWife as I had no means to push myself back up and I could feel my fingers failing. theBoy tried to help but he's too little to be able to do anything like pull his plus-sized Dad back up from a frozen-in-mid-fall manuever. Fortunately theWife heard me, after I up-ticked the yelling to very loud and panicked (she was at the other end of the house), and got to me just before my fingers gave way.
Once again Mikey dodged a potential hip-dislocation, with my being at most risk of damage in the six weeks post operation. Alas the same can't be said for the many-world Mikey that either fell or didn't get help in time.
Dr Evil chair ... sometimes ... I dunno ... I'm not sure I can entirely trust you.