I HATE falling down! What do you try to do in those too few moments on the way down until the flat-out finish?

A fun close-encounter with the floor via gravity.
When we were still new to the world, we had to learn how to become mobile. No one is going to carry around an adult, right? So you bang and bump. You trip or go too fast and fall, but we still get back up. Or try, at least.
Or did.
When did it happen? The normal fall “pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again.” has cruelly turned into a frame by frame, slow motion attempt to not hurt yourself but still try to protect one’s self- while the inevitable painful conclusion is approaching your whole body.
What do you do and think as you are in the process of falling down? Has it seemed to slow down while on the way down where when younger, it was quick down- hop back up and go kind of thing?
Slow motion? My brain immediately berates my responsible body parts for said fall and clumsiness. Meanwhile my lips move to cover my teeth from being knocked out. The hands : knuckles, palms, wrists, and so on up, prepare to throw themselves out in front- because the face is screaming ” Do Not make it up to here! Hands! Hinder the face-plant!!!”.
The mid-section starts yelling something about broken ribs preventing comfortable breathing and sleeping, and the spine is already screaming like a banshee. Shoulders? They begin to roll themselves inward to make you roll if contact is made there- hopefully not on down the rest of the stairs! The hips just keep chanting ” Hey! No! No! No!”. The bum just laughs- it’s padded and protected- except the time your tailbone took a nasty hit. Still whines about it today!
The knee’s start having an out-of-knee-experience, yelling pleas to
not to reach the ground first…their cries are unheeded. The feet- well, they really become season/off-season drama queens. Usually, they are the first to know-because they are first to go! Blamed mercilessly by the entire body assembly whenever something happens. “Stupid clumsy feet!” can be heard when they have feet-nightmares!
Now if it’s winter- feet are usually covered. But Summer? The tips of the toes scream like soprano divas because they are the prow of the Titanic- which is you, heading straight for the ocean’s floor.
I don’t know what happens to the voice as the whole unpleasant scenario unfolds, but mine yells and then uses profanity that causes the ears to blush with embarrassment.
Do you yell on the way down? Swear?
Or do you lie there, when finished and moan and keen?
Because your body appears to slowly register the fall and send submarine alert noises as to the situation, does your stomach suddenly realize that the Disney Space Mountain Ride is almost over and sends the signal that you are soon to see the last meal you consumed come back into the light?
Are you a crier? Or do you ‘oof’ it out?
Lie there? Moan? Stay there taking in the view that your feet experience daily?
Get up quickly and tell the whole body, under brain’s comand to: act cool- no big deal. Suck it up? Or: Man! That hurt!
Do you laugh? Cry? Hyperventilate? ( brown bag breathing? )
Or does your system just realize that the fun is over, ‘slo mo’ feelings return to normal speed as you head off to find the closest bottle of Aleve?
Why does it take so long to get it over with, when older?