Why borrowing a pot from my mother can turn into a trip to the ER...

As you can imagine, after 50+ years of marriage, my mother has quite a collection of pots and pans. She has managed to fit all of  it into a kitchen the size of an outhouse. I don't know what her system is, but it is so absolutely mind boggling that it requires a degree in civil engineering to get everything to fit. It's a shame, because I think if she had been born 40 years later, she could have been the World Champion of Tetris. Needing a special pot for a recipe  from Giada (which I could swear my husband may have inadvertently called me during an intimate moment), she invited me in to take a look. I ventured into her cabinets, only to return three days later with a broken collarbone and a herniated L5-S1.  I have donned my apron and the food is cooking, but if she asks me to return that pot I'm not doing it without a neck brace and a bottle of Motrin.