Falling?

How many times will I write a blog post about falling?  Seriously!  Guess what?  It happened again.

I was at work.  Standing at the checkout counter telling a short story to Kim about a recent scrapbook adventure.  I was mid-sentence and just plopped down.  Without warning.  Just bam!  She's down!!  I immediately started laughing, as did Kim.  She stood up, peeked over the counter, very concerned, though she was laughing her butt off.  She was like, "what the heck"??....

This happened about four hours ago and every time it comes into my mind, I start laughing to the point of tears coming down my face.  In fact, on the way home, I laughed hysterically the whole way.  If you were on the road and saw me but didn't know me, you'd likely think me insane.  I took a sip of water and almost drowned myself cause I couldn't stop laughing long enough to swallow the water!!

When this happened, I had one patient left to see.  It was a 9 year old boy.  He and his twin sister and their dad were in the waiting room (the only ones there) and got a full view of my fall.  I laughed through his appointment!  I also made jokes along the lines of "i hope i don't fall out of my chair"....

While this is all super hilarious and all, I do have a  concern.  Why does this happen to me?  This is the 3rd time in about 6 years.  It worries me that when I am 70 or 80, I'm going to break something.  So weird, but also soooooooooo Wendy!!!!