When the Old Man (me) Fell

This post is from a few years ago when we lived at the house on the lake. There was a parking and set of stairs leading down to the house.

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I came into the house tonight and my wife met me at the door. Snow was all over me so I explained to her that I’d fallen down.

“You fell down! You fell all the way down!?” she asked.

I had to ponder that for a moment. I suppose it is possible to fall only partially down, like maybe fall to your knees instead of falling onto your hands or face. While I was considering my next answer she asked again… “You fell all the way down?” She said it like maybe I didn't hear or comprehend.

I held my hand about shoulder high to try to illustrate how far I'd fallen. "I fell from here. About like this."

“But you didn’t fall off the driveway?”

Then I realized she thought I’d fallen the 20 feet or so from the top of the driveway over the wall to the ground below.

“No, I didn’t fall off the driveway”.

“Did you hit your head?” 

I hit my head a lot when I fall down. It seems every few months and I knock myself out.

“No I didn’t hit my head.”

“Then why is your head swollen and red”.

Good question, I thought. How could that have happened?

“So” I said, “Sometimes when you hit your head and you don’t remember what happened, so maybe I fell down and hit my head but I don’t remember because I hit my head.”

She just looked at me.

So I tried to explain it to her again, although it was clear that she understood.

“Maybe I fell down… all the way down… and in doing so I hit my head, but I don’t remember I hit my head because I hit my head.”

I do remember eating supper.

©David L Arment