This is something that happened at an assisted living center.
The people who lived there have small apartments but they all eat
at a central cafeteria. One morning one of the residents didn't show up
for breakfast so my wife went upstairs and knocked on his door to see
if everything was OK. She could hear him through the door and he said
that he was running late and would be down shortly so she went back to
the dining area.

An hour later he still hadn't arrived so she went back up towards
his room and she found him on the stairs. He was coming down the stairs
but was having a hell of time. He had a death grip on the hand rail and
seemed to have trouble getting his legs to work right. She told him she
was going to call an ambulance but he told her no, he just wanted his
breakfast. So she helped him the rest of the way down the stairs and he
had his breakfast. When he tried to return to his room he was
completely unable to get up even the first step so they called an
ambulance for him.

A couple hours later she called the hospital to see how he was
doing. The receptionist there said he was fine, he just had both of his
legs in one leg of his boxer shorts.