When my Mom and I got back from the VBS workshop this afternoon, we found my Dad had gone up into the attic while we were gone and had fallen. No idea just how long he was up there, but he was covered with dust and sweat. We finally got him down and into a chair, then gave him an ibuprofin and a glass of ice water. This is the second time he has done this. The first was back in April and both times he can't (or won't) tell us just what he was up there looking for in the first place. For those of you who don't know, my father has Parkinson's and we know by how hard it was to get him down from there just how much of a struggle it was for him to get up there alone.