I’m sure there have been threads about this before, but I can’t let a good fall go by without sharing. The other night, my husband and I went to the grocery store, the store I’m in and out of constantly. We walked across the parking lot and then, I’m not sure if I missed the curb or if I overstepped it, but I went splat. I scraped my knuckles up nicely and my knee is raw and cut. So, dopers any recent falls, spills or unexpected trips you would like to share?
I didn’t see it coming either, took me a minute or three of reading and re-reading your post to shift from seeing you posting about a good fall (autumn) to posting about a good fall (splatato) and trying to figure out what the heck you were going on about. :smack:
also, welcome and cheers:D
Yep. There is some damned Escher-like anomaly to my basement stairs that makes me overstep the last step on a regular basis. I fell twice in a week the first few months we were here, landing hard on my right kneecap both times. No overt damage but it was sore and hated to be held in one position for a year afterwards.
A couple of months ago, the puppy was about to leap the barrier into the shop and in trying to yell at him, kick the barrier shut, and juggle stuff in both hands, I overstepped about three steps and crashed to a heap on the basement floor. Did not crush the delicate item in one hand. Did not spill all of the coffee in the other hand. Did not strangle the puppy. Did not yell at my wife. Did tear the hell out of my upper leg muscles, resulting in huge swelling of my thigh, sympathetic/blockage swelling of my calf and knee. Fortunately there seemed/seems to be no actual joint injury, but as the swelling persists I am probably going in for a look-see. Remaining problem is that the quad is still sore and week, so my gait in uneven and I don’t trust the knee action going down stairs.
Worst accident I’ve ever had, I think. At mid-50s and a good chunk of overweight, it could have been bad - crippling bad. So I flex my sore knee and think calm thoughts and never let anything distract me going down these loopy-ass stairs any more.
Yikes! You win 
, that sounds bad.
Is that the 13th step? They make them shorter so’s to keep triskadekaphobics on their toes (so to speak).
I don’t stumble much, I don’t have to–rolling over in bed wrong is all the trigger I need for physical ailment.
This is recent in that I think it happened this year…
We went to try out a breakfast buffet at a restaurant I’d just read about. It was a bit of a dive joint, but seemed worth a try. We were just inside the door to figure out whether we seated ourselves or should wait for a host, when the owner told us to just sit anywhere. Spousal unit and I wanted to sit by a window, and it appeared the clearest path was just a bit round-about past the bar.
What I didn’t realize was that there was a platform in front of the bar, so I should have stepped up. Instead, my foot slammed into the step, my purse went one way, and I came down hard on my knee, then sorta spun and slammed down hard on my side. Immediately, a whole bunch of people came rushing over to help me up and I had to tell them to back off. I lay there a few minutes so I could catch my breath and make sure nothing was broken, and when I finally could stand, I realized I was going to have a sore knee for a while.
In the end, no biggie, but the owner didn’t even offer to comp my tea or anything! yeah, I know, it was my fault, but jeez, he didn’t even say “Watch out for the step.” Plus the buffet wasn’t all that good, either. 
I hear that, a good meal would’ve made the stumble worth it. I’m glad you were ok.
This wasn’t recent, but every time I go back to Lawrence, Kansas I love to point out the spot where I face-planted into Mass avenue and chipped a tooth.
Oh man. Just a month ago I tripped going down our neighbors outside stairs going down to the driveway.
9-6x6 landscape timber stairs. I Tripped at the very top, but managed to keep my feet under me as I raced my own momentum down them. Finally got to the bottom and did a face plant. Knocked my self out for a little bit. Saw my Doc and he sent me to the ER.
Nothing broken. Black eye, bruised ribs VERY sore shoulder. I’m still feeling it.
Then about a week after that, I managed to sprain my ankle. THEN about a week ago I got a VERY bad case of inflammatory arthritis in my elbow. Just woke up one morning and it was there. I’ve never had arthritis before, or a problem with the elbow. Saw my Doctor and again he sent me off to the ER.
It’s been a crazy 6 weeks. I’m afraid to move for fear that I’m gonna hurt myself.
There’s something about my porch steps that trip me up about once a week. They’re all the same height, but I continually do a little trippy thing on the second-to-last one.
I have a pair of rubber-soled shoes that cause frequent “eeerrrrrt” stops in my office hallway. The tile is heavily-waxed and my soles tend to glom on and cause sudden foot stoppage while the rest of me is still going forward :eek:
In May I parked in front of a small local grocery. As I got out of my car, I noticed two guys headed toward me. Having just had my purse stolen in February, I instinctively reached up with my left hand to pull my purse strap close. Just then I tripped over the concrete barrier in front of the car. I landed on my left elbow, right hand and face. The guys rushed over to help me. I sat for a while and the grocery manager came out. I told him what I had stopped by for and he went inside and got some bread and cat food for me. I thought I was ok but as I was driving home, everything started to swell and hurt.
I got a friend to take me to the E.R. I had a fractured left elbow, smashed right hand and a baseball-sized knot on my forehead. Turns out a piece of bone had chipped off my elbow and I had to have surgery to have it removed. Life really sucked for a few weeks.
I did not see that coming.
I hate those concrete barriers, if somebody isn’t tripping over them they are driving over them. Pull too close with a low car and it messes up the front of your car.
And it turned out they had just put them in the parking lot a couple days before. They had not been there on my previous visits!
For as much as I like roller-blading I still have never mastered the braking at high speeds going down hill.
For whatever reason a few decades ago I found myself cruising around the University of Florida campus early one morning grass still dewy. I was going at a good clip downhill on a sidewalk but figured when it leveled out or went back up hill I’d be okay.
Then out of nowhere a goup of young co-eds appears on the sidewalk coming my way. No way they’re getting out of my way so my plan is to roll into the grass at a high speed and hopefully I roll over the grass and it slows me down to a stop.
Nope. As soon as I hit the grass the feet stay in place while the rest of my body lunges forward. I’m now flying horizontaly in the air arms stretched out in front of me. As I’m now heading hands and head first toward the lawn I do what seems natural and as soon as my hands hit I tuck my head to perform a pseudo dive-roll.
I make it through the dive roll end up sitting on my ass and slide across the wet grass this way another 8 feet.
I was unscathed and felt like jumping up and announcing TA-DA! but the co-eds has passed and didn’t even turn their heads to notice.
I walked into a doorway a few months ago. Not through one, into it. I hit basically my whole right arm on the edge of the doorway, which spun me halfway around.
And this is not a strange or confusing doorway. It’s one in my house, that I probably walk through at least a dozen times a day. And the lights were on.
I blame infant-caused sleep deprivation.
About a year ago I went out to the street to pick up Chinese food delivery, and saw there was an EMT truck with red lights flashing parked across the street. As I walked back up the stairs I kept looking over my shoulder to see if there was anything to see, and as a result, quite ungracefully tripped over an ankle-high planter in the courtyard.
Luckily I wasn’t too seriously injured, and even if I was, hey, at least there was an ambulance nearby.
One day earlier this year, I was wrestling with a hose in the front yard trying to get it around some bushes. I was in my work clothes and shoes, so not really prepared for yard work. But Mom wanted that hose moved and it was my job to move it. I gave a heave on the hose and it yanked me backwards where I slowly collapsed into a thorny bush. I rolled to the ground and climbed out from under the bush covered in twigs and leaves and with a sore knee. Sigh…
The very next day, I was in my office and preparing to sit on my rolling metal stool (the kind you see in Doctors offices). I was moving stiffly because of my sore knee and when I went to sit down, I bumped the stool with my heel causing it to roll across the room just as my butt was coming in for a landing. My butt did land…on the hard floor! So I got two falls for the price of one.