To Old To Fall.....

At the age of 56 (in a few days) falling can be a very frightening thing.
Saturday my best friend came to spend some time with me and to take me out for an early birthday dinner.
She lives about 65 or 70 miles from me and we don't get to see each other as often since gas has gone up.
She arrived around one o'clock and after visiting some we decided to make a trip to my sister's to get my purple blouse she had borrowed and that I wanted to wear out that night. My friend's daughter has recently moved into her own place and is in need of furniture. So when we saw what we thought was a good used couch sitting next to the street for someone to take,(usually the trash truck) we decided to stop and check it out for the daughter.It needed cleaned but looked ok for someone just starting out. So we decided to carry it up the street and leave it at my sister's until my friend could come back with her truck and get it,we were in my car.
We did ok at first carrying the couch it wasn't really that heavy,just hard to hold on to.Then for some reason we got the giggles and couldn't do anything for laughing. After making our way to the top of the small hill on the street,we begin to tire,so we would sit the couch down about every five feet we went. During one of the times of the five foot sit down I lost my balance and began to stumble.I knew I was going to fall and also knew there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it! I fought with everything in me to stop the fall while at the same time checking out my falling area. I saw I was heading toward a parked car and I so hoped I'd reach the car and be able to stop falling. Well I reached the car alright, I got close enough to the rear of the car to slap it with the side of my face before I fell belly first under the rear of the car. It knocked the breath out of me and for an instant I thought I was going to pass out.My friend was running trying to grab me before I fell and arrived by my side as soon I had slapped the pavement. She kept asking if I was ok, but I couldn't speak since the breath was knocked out of me.My first thought was I had bust my head open and when I could talk that was my first question to her.She told me I had a bump and bruise already coming up, but no broken skin or blood anywhere that she could see.She tried to leave me to go get my sister for help in getting me to my feet, but I wouldn't let her leave. I was afraid I might pass out and the people who owned the car might come out to go someplace and back out over me. So she found my cell and called my sister,who ran to where I was laying and argued with me concerning calling an ambulance. I told her I didn't want to go lay in an emergence room for hours.So the two of them got me to my feet ,after checking me for broken bones,and walked me to the house. I was very lucky, I had no blood gushing wounds,no broken bones, just some very sore bruised parts, that would be even more sore the next day.Sure enough Sunday when I tried to get out of bed it took awhile I hurt all over.I got a very hot shower to loosen up my muscles and was able to move better,but I knew I was going to be sore for days.It's been two days and I'm still very sore! Why is it so hard for us to face the fact that we reach an age where we can't do all things we once did?
This was one of those times we'll laugh about down the road,but we know it could have been serious enough that there wouldn't have been any laughs.
The couch ?......it's waiting for the trash truck!