A noodle and a bowling ball

From M:

I had an unintentional and unexpected rapid encounter with the floor last night and put a big ole goose egg on my big ole head. Floor is fine as am I. Considering my delicate condition, a bit of headache and vertigo, we visited our brilliant friend Jim the doctor.  He said I had not concussed myself. I was lucky because I hit the part of my skull that is the thickest. Mine thicker than most. He really said that. He is a friend.

Falling is a scary thing and while it happens very quickly, for the fallee, it is a slow motion combination of "oh shit" and optimism - as in maybe maybe maybe I can save this.  In cartoons, that's when the lead character does the yaba-yaba-yaba dance.  During my Gone With the Wind length fall, I had time to observe exactly how my newly noncompliant body was reacting in response to the law of gravity.  Imagine a standing linguini noodle - al dente- with a silver and purple swirly bowling ball precariously balanced on the top. Then imagine a "a sweep of easy wind" (thanks Robert Frost) and what do you think lands first. My thicker than most noggin.

Goose egg is gone as is the floor cloth that was the catalyst for this event. The only remaining scar is the insult to my pride and the nick in my confidence.  Fortunately Bill is following 12" behind me "just in case".  All is well.