Is there a doctor in the house??

Why do us humans insist on being tough? Why is it that when we fall down, we get up looking around to see if anyone was watching and actually saw us hit the ground? Is it fear? If so, what are we afraid of? We are so caught up in the comparison game, that I think we are afraid another human will judge us as less than perfect if they see we have fallen. We get up and brush it off saying we are okay and then we limp away to go lick our wounds in private. Trouble with that is that if we are really hurt, the reality of our injuries isn't known until we are alone and can't get help. We then suffer in silence.  WELL STOP IT!! Who cares that you fell? You are hurt and bleeding so speak up! What if that other person who saw you fall is a nurse or a doctor who can help heal you? Isn't that worth swallowing your pride and saying something?