Last week I was out in the yard cleaning up dead branches that had dome from the trees. There were several very large branches that i hauled across the yard to the driveway to be cut up and taken away.
While walking back across our yard ... our hilly, uneven terrain of a yard ... I stepped into a small divot and began to fall. Slow motion; I saw my hands in front of my face as I fell, trying to brace my fall; I felt my feet moving faster, taking long steps in the hopes of avoiding the impending fall. I began thinking ....
I'm falling. I'm falling. I'm falling. Nope. Nope. I'm gonna be okay. I'm gonna be okay. Good. Good. Uh oh.
And I hit the ground. I was relatively unscathed, but I landed on my elbow which smashed into my side, which was incredibly sore almost instantly.
Now, luckily, no one saw this fall because that would have felt worse, but ... the next morning I awoke after a terrible night's sleep ... couldn't sleep on my left side at all ... and Carlos asked if it still hurt and I said:
"Only when I sneeze, cough, hiccup or breathe."
And he replied:
"Then don't breathe."