For maybe the last five or ten years, visits to doctors have included a question about whether i had fallen lately. My answer is alway something like: "Of course." I am active, careless, clumsy; i've broken an ankle, akneecap, both wrists, and, i am sure, other body parts in 80+ years of crawling, walking, running, playing, & climbing.
What i lacked in talent and skill, i tried to make up for with effort. For eight years i played basketball in a "gym" whose out of bounds were the brick walls of the building. That accounted for one wrist, one patella, and numerous bumps, aches, and bruises. But it meant staying in games i would otherwise be left out of. I have taken punches, kicks, and falls that alarmed every observer but me.
The fall i took at three a.m. scared me. Thinking about it afterwards, i think i went out of and back into consciousness at least twice, possibly three times. Trying to remember exactly what happened is like watching a series of still photographs of an object in motion. I was standing at the kitchen counter chugalugging a glass of laxative, my throat seemed to close, i dropped the glass, i became dizzy and disoriented and panicky. I must have fallen and got back up without realizing it. Afterwards i had a bump on the top of my head, my neck hurt (still does) when i moved it, and my right shoulder blade was scratched and bleeding.
I had something like this happen maybe three years ago. There is apparently a single nerve that passes near my heart, lungs, throat and brain which can be triggered by a too rapid intake of liquid. I've seen it portrayed on an ER type reality show. A first cousin thrice removed by marriage and polygamy had his father die as a very young man after "rapidly drinking cold water on a hot day."
I have an annual checkup with my cardiologist in about three week. She will no doubt ask me about falling.
I will have something to say besides "of course."