I'm told there is an age at which falling over becomes having a fall'. But I'm not nearly ready for that | Paul Daley
Briefly

The article describes a personal incident where the author tripped and fell while walking with their dog, Olive, on a hot morning. Feeling dehydrated and having forgotten breakfast and medication, the author became woozy and lost balance, falling to the ground. Despite the concern of witnesses, the author dismissively attempts to reassure them that they are fine. This experience emphasizes the importance of self-care, especially during summer outings, and reflects the author's discomfort with being the center of attention during accidents.
It was a bright, hot morning early this new year... I'd had three strong coffees and no breakfast when I set out much later in the morning.
I felt suddenly woozy and very thirsty... The ground seemed to shimmer, mirage-like, when I refocused on it from my phone.
I staggered forward, tripped and went arse over, breaking the fall with my right elbow. Olive yelped. Cyclists and joggers had to swerve.
More and more people stopped to look. But mostly they all wanted to know if I was okay... I don't want to be at the centre of them. Ever.
Read at www.theguardian.com
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