The Significance of a Fall
I’ll just admit it: I don’t understand the big deal when people “fall.” I mostly hear the term used in reference to elderly people and children.
“Did you hear? Aunt Margaret fell last week.”
Quotes such as the above are usually met with oohs, ahhs, sighs, and most often followed by “Are they OK?” My usual mental reaction is “OK…did they get up?” I just don’t understand. I suppose my mental detachment from the phrase stems from the fact that I can’t understand the level of physical condition one must be in for a “fall” from standing height to be of significance. That’s not braggadocious, being only 25 years old, but simply a statement of fact. I’ve got to fall a good 8-10 feet for it to make family news. Even then, unless I fell on something important, I suspect nobody would care.
Do humans lose the ability to catch themselves when they fall in old age? I suppose I’m saying, “Don’t just fall, do something about it!” Heck, I fall about every other day. I say if you don’t fall at least once a week, you’re probably not challenging yourself. However, every time I fall I get up and go about my business. I never think to call my wife and say “Honey, I just fell.” If I did I suspect she would reply, “OK…did you get up?” I should probably keep my agility up by having the wife shove me down at random, unexpected times throughout our late middle age. That should be a good way to train for “falling” when it really matters.
My old man fell over going down some outsides stairs. He was ADAMANT that he “fell” and did not “have a fall”
“Old people have falls” he said “I fell over”
“Yes dear” said my mum, while smirking.
Tom