hehe nice topic.

remembered a time a few years back when i was at my holiday house with a few friends and my dad to go skiing. our old holiday house has a long hallway that leads to my bedroom at the end. a friend was sitting on the edge of one of the beds in my room facing the hallway. my bright idea was to run down the hallway and jump in front of him but one small detail i forgot rushed up towards my forehead as i was sailing through the air and the full force of the top of the doorway rotated me through 90° and i fell flat on my back directly in front of him. it was hilarious, embarrasing and painful all at the same time....

I fell down and had a near death experience this week...

I'm building a shed and have just done the concrete base. To make it easier to fix the shed down I embedded 18" long steel bolts in the concrete. These stick up out of the concrete about a foot. I was walking backwards pulling the hose pipe and I trip over landing on my back. I manage to avoid banging my head on the slab (just) but one of these "spikes" ends up touching my neck/sholder. A few inches to the left and.... well anyway they now have somethng placed over them.

3 times in last 6 months
 

Okay - I must be one of the most clutsyest people to walk the face of this earth.

In July, I literally fell out of our camper, landing on each step as I went. No reason, other than I was in socks.

Next fall, last week after a slight icing on the ground. Stepped out of the house and next thing I know I was on the ground.

Then just today, hubby, g-baby, and I went to a going out of business sale. The place was packed and literally a mad house. I knew I was going down as soon as I felt the heel of my shoe catch. Hubby said it was a pretty loud crash and of course all I saw were eyes on me. I just wanted to die!!! G-baby was fine, but now I literally ache all over. I even have the runs now. I don't think I broke anything, but is this normal for such a fall?

I play league soccer twice a week and fall down several times in each game(?)....does that count?

xoxoxoo

The last time I fell was on boxing day. We were all gathering at my uncle's house. From the driveway to the front door it seemed to go on a upward slope. There was a lot of snow and ice. No way I could have made it without wiping out. Still I blame it on Martian ;).

When I pulled my hamstring in the summer I certainly fell over. Bloody painful.

Ive been playing in goal ever since

Must have been like 4 or 5 years ago. Walking downstairs to Apt basement to do laundry. Made it down the stairs no problem (icy). I get to the landing (which is completely flat), and I slipped on ice. Cracked my head, had a concussion, never wanted to go downstairs to do laundry again. I drove to the laundromat.

About two and a half years ago. I was riding a mountain bike trail that I'd been on twice before. I felt really good and kept thinking, "Faster! Faster!"

Which was all good until the abrupt stop. I lost control of the bike, went over the handle bars. I'm guessing I was doing about 30 miles an hour. Got road rash in my arm pits. That was a treat. Then, discovered that I tore a rotator cuff. This in turn caused my bursae to inflame. Over the next year, I struggled with the injury/inflammation and then I managed to sever a tendon in my shoulder. So... two surgeries later and I don't ride so much any more.

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At the local walmart. I was going out the in exit and tripped on the carpet. Didn't spill my coffee or doughnut though!!

Today, as I was walking in from work. the floor had just been mopped apparently.

I ended up flat on my back going down the street to pick up the kids from school 2-3 weeks ago. There was snow on the sidewalk, but that wasn't a problem. There was also a patch of ice. A woman walking in front of me slipped and stumbled. I failed to process this warning and ended up flat on my back when i hit the ice.

Couple days ago, I walked down my fairly steep driveway to one of my cars that was parked on the street, left foot hit a patch of wet leaves and went out from under me, and I went down hard on my right knee and hand.

First thought was, "Hot damn! Now I have something to post in clavus's thread!"

Sunday. Lots of snow + bit of ice underneath + me going out to shovel the driveway first thing in the morning = me on my ass.

Didn't really hurt, but I felt pretty stupid.

Back in high school I had an old '48 Plymouth which weighed a ton. One night on a date with my girlfriend we went to the local lover's lane to park, which was just a grassy area at the end of a gravel road. It was winter and the weather was not too cold when we got there but by the time we were ready to leave the ground had frozen. The car wouldn't move an inch before the wheels started spinning and we were beginning to panic because she had to be home at a certain time and her parents were very strict.

This car had a manual transmission and she did not know how to work the clutch so I tried to give her a quick lesson and then got out of the car to try and push us out. She could not figure the clutch out and evey time the car started to move she would pop the clutch and it would stall. So we decided that I would drive and she would push. I rocked the car back and forth while she pushed and finally managed to get out of the frozen grass and on to the gravel. After the car was free I looked in the rear view mirror but she was not there.

I found her laying face down in the muddy mess created by the spinning tires. She was wearing white levis which were quite fashionable at the time and was covered from head to foot with mud from the fall as well as the mud thrown up by the spinning tires. She was OK but was crying and worried how she would explain her condition to her parents when she got home. We went to the local drive through hangout and she cleaned herself up as best she could but she still looked a mess when I took her home. Later she told me she managed to rush to her room without being seen and hid her clothes until she could wash them when no one was around.

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Last summer, right before this picture was taken.

We'd stopped to take pictures of the Potomac on the C&O Canal trail and I was getting back on my bike to ride up onto the trail when I stalled, tipped and fell over. Same thing happened last summer on the LiveStrong Challenge ride—I was rounding a corner at the base of a hill and ended up sandwiched between another rider going more slowly than I and the curb. I slowed, stalled, tipped, and fell over.

I'm convinced I'll take a mighty tumble one of these days on the many shoes my partner leaves strewn about on our bedroom floor. Hopefully it won't happen near the staircase.

I fell twice two nights ago. I have over 30 years of experience skiing. This fact made each fall not very dramatic. But I have exactly two days worth of experience telemark skiing. This fact ensured that some kind of fall was bound to happen. I picked myself up each time, dusted myself off, checked to see how close I was to the lift and whether anyone had noticed, and consoled myself with the fact that tele is much more difficult than regular alpine skiing. Yeah, that's it.

My dog and I were playing in the snow. He's dumb as a bag of bricks, and did one of those quick jumping turning around things dogs do when they play, except he was too close to me.
His skull hit my knee, the blow swept me off my feet and made me eat some snow. Had to wait a bit (and curse) before I could start walking back inside.

Oh, and the dog is fine. He weighs about 100 lbs, and his head is as big as mine, so he just looked at me with a "what are you doing?" expression.

I fell down this weekend. A lot. Something about ice, snowboard and steep hill...

About a year ago when I was working a lunch rush by myself and I ran out of bread for the line. I run around alot when I'm in a kitchen at full speed so accidents are bound to happen. I ran into the cooler at full speed and didn't realize there was some juice spilled on the floor by the lazy assed owner/pastry chef we had at the time. I went to grab the bread while doing a full turn and I hit the pool of pineapple juice. I went down hard into the juice and had to lay there a minute before I could get back up and make it back on the line before my bread burned on the grill.

Later my pastry chef (who stayed in the office the whole time while I tried to put out food for 50-60 people by myself) told me she had spilled some juice in the cooler and could I get someone to clean it up.

About 3 weeks ago in a drunken stuper...

My Lady's allergist told her to keep the dog out of the bedroom. Last week the new cleaning lady was given a tour of the house, and the dog came in convoy up the stairs to the bedroom. I guess her dog brain processed that as permission to sleep in our room again. In the middle of the night I get up to ease my bladder, go round the foot of the bed, and in the dark and shadow step on a large dog that shouldn't be there. I do not want to drop 200 plus pounds on her so I bucked around her body as I went down. She yelps, I fall with a crash and slam my feet into the base of the bed as I try to go sideways. She had hurt feelings, as did I. I also had some scrapes on the tops of my feet and a slightly sprung wrist.

The dog does not come up to our room any more :expressionless:

oh, hey! I needed this thread.

I have fallen down not once, not twice, but three times in the last 8 weeks while walking my dog. The last time was the worst.

Note: this was during the now infamous 96-hour downpour that we had a few weeks ago

I was standing on a wooden beam alongside the sidewalk that leads to our pool. Simba pulled suddenly on his lead and, because of the beam's sodden condition and general state of decay and slime-iness, my feet went flying out in front of me and I landed, hard, on the small of my back. The retractable leash flew out of my hand and I panicked, because simba will run, god yes. So I popped up immediately and grabbed his leash before he even knew what happened. Then I hobbled all the way back to my apartment, muttering obscenities under my breath.

Lesson learned.

^^ Ouch!!

I tried to get out of bed, I was half-asleep, my blankets were all over the place and all over me, my foot snagged on one of the blankets.. and then FLOOMP.. hit the floor with one leg on the ground the other still on the bed.

That was at the hospital this past weekend. >_<

I was drunk and stoned and me and a guy were sitting on a old chair of my friends, the chair broke and we fell down laughing . At first I laughed but then I was very embaressed . I get alot of bruises from nights on the town when I play too hard .

Mine was just last week at work. I was trying to get a crappy manual jack out of a broken pallet, so I gave it a hard PULL and fell on my ass, jack running me over. Luckily nobody was around to point and laugh, so I got up, dusted myself off and continued working.

My BEST fall though, was when I slipped on the ice outside my work directly in front of the "Caution Slippery" sign.

Halloween Party, Dark Concrete Room, Loud Music, Excessive alcohol consumption

on the upside, I didn't feel a thing.

The day before memorial day... hiking/running in the woods. Fell like a complete idiot. Luckily no one was there to see me.

it was my first fall of this new year. yesterday afternoon, just waking up, I stumbled out of my slumber very light-headed, trying to walk but more accurately I was careening off-course for about 4 yards across the room until I crashed onto the floor and banged my jaw quite scarily; fortunately, it's alright now just a day later. for whatever reason, I cannot seem to want to remember that when I awake, hungry and barely-conscious, I should do it slowly and deliberately, not just springing forth, ready to tackle the day ahead. you might be the one instead being blindsided.

On Thursday, after two days of museum volunteering and herding 5th grade kids, one of the teachers had an after-party for museum staff. I sat across the hammock, slid my torso into position, and kicked my legs up.

Evidently, the hammock was either sadistic or didn't like that very much. I didn't so much fall as the hammock flipped over with gusto and threw me at the ground. My back hit the support bar, and at that moment, I got a beer and kept my distance from the trampoline.

Just in case.
FYI, this still hurts from Jan. 2007
You seem to be in pretty good condition, no visible dirt and still smiling.

It was last year. I stepped on an uneven bit of sidewalk when I was hurrying for the bus. My ankle collapsed under me and I pitched forward into an uncontrolled and complete face plant. Not pretty.

My ankle ballooned as I sat on the bus. I was on my way to dinner with friends and had to sit with my foot elevated on a chair throughout dinner. It took weeks for my ankle/foot to feel any better.

I am such a spazz...


The only other recent fall wasn't so much a fall as it was an uncontrolled tumble during drunken sex. It involved my shoulder and my wife's lips and teeth. Blood was exchanged as well as much laughter.