I had a fall on Saturday.
Yes, I’m aware that it has made me sound like I’m in my 80’s, because I used to say “I fell over”, but somehow this fall felt like “a fall”. Not very nice.
I have very very good balance, always have had. I do yoga at home once a week as well. I consider myself someone who can handle herself on a wobbly path or a slippery path.
Sadly on Saturday evening I dashed up the narrow patio steps to our raised garden to shut the chickens in their coop and something went wrong. I don’t exactly know what, but before I knew it I was falling in slow motion and trying desperately to stop my face from making contact with the gravelly patio ground.
It was one of those falls that has lots of different parts to it, A move here, then a move there to counteract the first move, then another. I must have looked pretty pathetic trying to stop the inevitable. Trying to prevent some pain.
I finally came to rest having got my hands down at some point, but my centre of gravity was very low, my cheek was almost grazing the ground and my knee (an area that I have disease in) came down pretty hard on the steps.
I was in considerable pain. Walked around the lower patio area for 5 minutes swearing and pacing and clutching my hands together. Eventually I went and shut the chickens in before it got completely dark.
I felt like such a numpty.
I felt so old.
I’ve done a bit of research and can’t find anything on HOW older people fall, just lots about WHY they fall. I do know I’ve read research in recent years that the more old people fear falling, the more they fall. Makes sense. Confidence is essential for preventing falls, as is exercise and balance.
I likened my fall to that of a small child. Like a prolonged Frank Spencer fall. Sometime, when you are in your teens and 20’s, you just come down when you fall. Or perhaps it just feels like you do. Maybe it’s just because you’re usually drunk. I don’t know.
All I know is that it was bloody scary and a little knock to my confidence. I think part of the trouble was my lack of arm strength and I’m going to go back and do some more exercises on my arms again. See if I can get some strength back.
So for the time being, I will rub my still sore hands and arms (yes, still hurt), be kind to my sore knee and try to pass this off as just one of those things, because I’m not 80. I’m 40 and this sort of thing should not be happening.