A Fall

I had a morning doing donkeywork on declarations of expenses but because I was close to the end I kept going until two o’clock this afternoon and then thought I could take a break, take my first walk of the day and get some fresh air.

The title of this tells you what it is about and I am not sure I can write a long enough article about something that did not take very long at all.

Although it was cloudy I still thought I would go out for a walk, maybe spot some cats, get some fresh air, clear my head and hopefully get some ideas for things to write about. While I am way ahead on my monthly and weekly heart and step targets, I still try to aim for that seven thousand steps a day and twenty five heart points on Google Fit (one heart point per one hundred rapid steps).

So I went out and just turned left on a footpath and all of a sudden I was falling. Now I am 87Kg and 1.9m tall so me hitting the hard pavement from standing up takes no time at all. In February my dad tripped close to here and shattered his knee ending up in Newcastle Royal Victoria Infirmary for two weeks to get it fixed.

As I was falling so many things went through my mind, afterwards I was almost severely shocked. Maybe my dad’s fall had something to do with it. As I was falling I was trying to evaluate what would be the best way to hit the ground to do the least damage to myself.At the very start I looked to see if there was anything I could grab to stop me falling, but there was nothing close, so it looked like I was going down.

I was thinking, do I put my hands out or do I keep them close to my chest, or put them over my face (not that my face could look any worse) and I was still thinking I could get away with not hitting the ground.

Still going down and eventually my body hit. I was in physical shock, like being hit by a moving vehicle. My muscles seized up and I must have landed on my hands with only one skin puncture.

A van pulled over on the other side of the main road, wound his window down and asked if I was OK. I shouted yes but I couldn't get up immediately, I rolled over and my muscles were stretched and screaming until eventually I pulled myself up and was standing once more. There was a tightness in my chest and you start thinking “it’s a heart attack” but this was just extreme physical shock.

I had hardly started my walk and had been hit by this, but I was just absolutely amazed by how my mind was working as I was falling towards the pavement. It was almost like it was in slow motion, and things like that make you start to think that time actually can be manipulated under the right conditions.

I could still walk and so planned a route to maybe see a few cats and, unusually, got two together who both wanted stroking, so my walk tuned out to be a successful one, and I got something to write about even though it was not what I was expecting. The instagram post of the cats is below.

This is not a lesson in "how to fall", it is just observations about what happened to me.

Sorry for the format of this (no headings etc) but it is just a diary entry of an incident.