I always told myself it'd never happen to me.

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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So it’s been a pretty shitty day today. Rained all day long (still is) and not a shot of the sun all day. Nor has the wind let up. I tried to avoid going out all day but just got really hungry and wasn’t in the mood for anything I had here at home. Not much to choose from because I need to go grocery shopping. So I throw on a shirt, hoody, shorts, and some slippers. I’m only gonna be gone a few minutes.

I leave the house and hop in the car. I begin rolling down the windows but realize that it’s still raining pretty good so I leave em up. First destination is to pick up some cigs for the new roommate here. I get to 7-Eleven and crack some jokes with the cashier then I’m on my way to grab some food. Pulling out I realize the car is now getting kinda fogged up so I crack my driver side window.

Now I’m on my way to the drive-thru. Jack in the box, for tonight. MmMmMm… Ya, wasn’t really in the mood to get out of the car again. So I arrive there, order my food, pick it up, then I’m on my way back up the hill.

After pulling up to the house I turn off the engine, grab my food, and get out of the car. I lock it and start walking up the steps to my front door where a friend is waiting in the doorway. After getting inside a thought runs through my head “Shit, I better make sure the windows are all up in the car. It’s still raining pretty hard and will be all night.” I remembered rolling one down, but wasn’t sure if I had rolled it up.

So, back down the stairs again. Except this time the bottom of my slipper doesn’t want to grip the stairs so well. Maybe this is why they call them slippers. Now, just as my foot slipped forward near parallel with my face, a split second thought told me “This… is gonna hurt”. Now all my weight comes slamming down onto the edge of a step right above my ass on my lower back. Since the stairs are completely soaked, made of wood, and have nice rounded off edges the ride down was very quick, bumpy, and painful. Almost like getting mugged by 10 guys with baseball bats.

Once I arrived at the bottom I lay there motionless on my back. I couldn’t do anything. The pain traumatized me temporarily. Though, all I could think of is how funny this must have been for my friend standing in the doorway witnessing this whole thing. So after about 30 seconds I burst out laughing uncontrollably in shame. I don’t know why, but it sure made me feel better real quick.

Now it’s been about 20 minutes. I can feel the agony setting in all over. It sure it going to be a bitch waking up tomorrow. Not as funny anymore.

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Ouch. I sincerely sympathise. I myself twisted awkwardly running down a corridor at work and have serious back pain now.

I watched a girl do exactly the same thing as you at a comedy club the other night - slid down about 10 steps on her ass. When she got up and I heard her say “I’m more humiliated than hurt” I then said “Hi, I’m a personal injuries lawyer, here’s my card” which got a good laugh.

I hope your bruises heal up quickly and that you don’t have any long-term complications. My recurring back problem is down to an injury I got back in 1994. Think you should get a checkup maybe?

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I second the idea of a checkup! That sounds as if it hurt.

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But had you rolled up the windows? The whole world is waiting to know.

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Hopefully you are fully OK, and just a little battered and bruised. The worst injuries happen when you’re doing something incredibly common it seems. I had to have knee surgery after falling while I was… walking. Yes, I was walking, slipped on some leaves that were wet, and that was all she wrote.

Definitely get yourself checked out asap if the pain does not subside without standard pain medication.

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All the windows were up… :mad:

The habit of checking them is subconscious. The fact that it was raining made me want to double check. Had it not been raining I could care less really. I had only cracked the window about 2-3 inches but really wanted to be sure. Don’t like the idea of coming back to a soaked interior. Done that before. Especially since it’d be the driver’s seat that would get soaked.
Luckily I don’t think I’ll be needing a checkup. The back feels fine. My legs feel a little BATtered though. A few nice big lumps waiting to become nice big bruises. Can’t wait…
This was just one of those things I told myself I’d never let happen to myself. Same while growing up I told myself I’d never let myself break a bone. I lasted until I was 19 and then I had finally broken my leg. Broke my nose since then too. What next, I lose a limb!?.. Please no.

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Damn, I’ve done shit like that before, and it’s not fun at all. I’d give you a hug, but I kinda get the feeling it ouldn’t make you feel any better. :wink:

Hope your aches and pains aren’t unbearable, and you’re in tip top shape again soon!

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Meh, it’s probably nothing. It’s not like you could have broken your feet doing something like that.

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It is always something simple that causes the most problems. Twice now in the middle of the night I’ve rolled over towards my boyfriend while he was rolling in my general direction and ended up taking an elbow to the face. Fortunately neither incident left bruises but it hurt like hell to do anything with my face (like, you know, looking at stuff) for a few days after both incidents.

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I keep waiting for when it’s my turn to take a header down the basement stairs. I’m “new” to stairs (did not grow up in a multi-level house) and every time I go down there I think “this is it!” but it never happens.

Glad to know that it’s possible to fall down the stairs and not die - and one can still post to the SDMB 20 minutes later, to boot! That’s all I really need… :slight_smile:

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I’m sorry to hear that you weren’t carrying some cymbals, a bike horn, a cowbell, and a gong.

It’d be painful, but man, what this world needs is more cartoon type wipe outs.

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I did that once, at a formal dance in college, in four-inch heels and a strapless velvet dress. With a short skirt. Thank god no one was at the bottom of the stairs.

Ended up with enormous purple bruises on both ass cheeks, but nothing broken. My friends were torn between laughing hysterically and checking to see I wasn’t hurt.

My wine glass stayed in my hand the whole way down, and I didn’t spill a drop.

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Did anyone else think the story would end with keys being locked in the car, or being locked out of the house in that outfit?

Hope you are feeling better. Ouch!

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Oh, Ow. That had to hurt and be embarassing. I would have laughed at you. I can’t help it. I laugh at everything like that, every time. Including when it happens to me.

I was walking down the sidewalk last winter, after work at the ER so it was about 2am. I slipped and fell forward on some black ice, landed as if I were doing a belly-flop at the pool. It was really funny, and I laughed - guffawed, actually - at myself for about 5 minutes. I must have looked like a truly crazy or drunk person at that time on a Saturday night!

I giggled reading your post. If I was there I would have asked if you were okay, trying to get the words out between peals of laughter.

Sorry, dude.

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Front steps, icy, yep, really icy. Snow on top of the ice. Slipped at the very top, and landed on the first step and bump-bump-bump-bump all the way to the bottom, on my ass.

Yowsa, that hurt like a mother.

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My driveway is a bitch. Probably about a 30 degree incline. So of course this will be an issue in the winter. I get out to shovel the snow and I’m thinking no problem, I’ve got my high tech snow boots.

Of course I landed on my ass on about the third pass. The bad part was my neighbor was outside and laughing.

I have since learned to start from the bottom and work your way up.

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I’m sorry, but I have no sympathy.

You’re in FREAKIN HAWAII man! If I could fall down the stairs right now and wake up in Hawaii, I’d do it in a flash.

>watching the freezing rain solidify on my car, have to get up at 7:00 am and scrape it off>

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When he was 6, my son fell down an entire flight of tile steps and, in addition to acquiring various bruises and bumps all over, ripped a long, deep gash in his upper lip that required 5 stitches inside his mouth.

That night, he got food poisoning and had to barf repeatedly through his stitched up mouth.

We were staying in a hotel and sharing a bed; every time he’d start to retch, I’d push him frantically out of bed yelling “Hurry! Hurry! Get to the toilet NOW! Don’t vomit all over the bedsheets, ferchrissakes.”

Feeling better by comparison, now? (Seriously, I hope you are okay and don’t experience any long-term consequences.)

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That is what I was waiting for.

I don’t know what is worse, sliding down the steps on your fanny or tripping over your own feet and falling flat on your face.

Hope you are not to sore today.