I've fallen...

So I feel like a right moron this morning. Yesterday night, I was teaching the youngsters confirmation and wham! I fell. And when I say fell I mean I totally and completely bit it.
I was getting up to write on the board and my knee decided it wanted to bend the other way locking up on me. This hasn't happened to me in a while but it used to happen pretty regularly, it is part of my CMT because my joints sometimes get stiff and/or jittery.
So anyway my knee locks up and I actually have the time to think, "Man, this is gonna hurt!" before I go hurtling to the ground at just such an angle that I have no hop of being able to catch myself with my hands. I hit with my shoulder first, and then cracked my head on the cement in the youth room. The stars were beautiful last night.
As I lay on the floor, sort of thinking through my situation, one of the 10 confirmands who were sitting around me (apologies to those who got to see the back side) says, "Are you OK? Do you need me to get my dad? I think he's upstairs." I thought about this for a second as I tried to assess the damage. I tried counting to 10 to myself, which I did so near as I can figure I don't have a concussion although I do have a goose egg that could look pretty funny from the pulpit by Sunday. I looked over at one of my guys and I almost laughed at the look on his face. Picture this, you are a 13 year old boy who has just seen his chubby Pastor bite the big one on the cement...
Pop quiz hot shot! Do you a) Freak out and go running from the room seeking help b) burst out laughing and point at him while calling others to come and see while he drools on the floor or c) Stare at your book and hope to hell you don't laugh because you know how totally inappropriate it would be.
If you picked (C) a gold star for you. I have been a 13 year old boy, I know how funny that is to see, and so here this poor kid sat with a look of absolute bliss on his face (that is how stifling laughter looks I guess). He looked like he was high as a kite!
So I pick myself up off the floor all woozy like and go and sit down while I get one of the kids to write on the board for me.
So this morning I assessed the damage and it feels like I have said goose egg, a pulled/torn shoulder ligament, and a really weakened knee. So I will be taking it easy over the next couple of days movement wise a pray that I don't fall again on my way to the pulpit or something, forcing every man in the place to look high (we don't really grow up about stuff like that). Oh well, I still haven't gone to the doctor, my wife thinks I should but I just don't wanna go and be told to "take it easy" or "not move my shoulder" or something else painfully obvious. Today, I am just gonna sit at my desk and do my work.

'Nuff Said