But still, I’m 28! In a month and a half to be 29! I’m too old to be doing this kind of stuff.
I was coming down our carpeted stairs with some stuff in my hand. I know the stairs can be slippery, especially if your skin is a bit dry (smooth). On the third step from the bottom, I just slipped and went the rest of the way down.
I landed on my left side. My foot hurts, I pulled a tricep trying to hang on, and I barked my knuckles bad enough to give me a huge bruise between two of them. I mean, huge. You can see the little pool of blood underneath the skin.
Eeyugh. Please tell me I’m not the only clumsy Doper.
Not clumsey at all. Nice to hear you’re pretty much ok. I’m 31 and I almost take a header down some stairs at least twice a week. I’m always in a rush, I need to slow down.
I’m almost (ALMOST!) a decade older then you and I have a whopper bruise on my thigh from walking into a table. I’m not blind and I hadn’t had anything to drink/smoke/sniff etc but I mananged to walk smack into the corner of a table anyway.
Owww… your descriptions are a little too vivid…
:eek:
I can feel the pain…
But hey, I’m only 24… and this happened a few months back.
I was walking on the street, night time, and it was perfectly dry. My cousins and I were headed out for some dinner.
And for absolutely no reason at all, I trip. One of those moments when your feet just don’t seem to want to work properly.
I land almost flat on my face, much to the delight of some passerbys (judging by the giggles). Now, fortunately I wasn’t injured. But, man, was I embarrassed. :o
And my cousins, who are girls, showed the proper amount of concern, but I could secretly hear them sniggering to themselves (I’m sure of it).
:smack: I mean, argghhh, to land face first in front of any female is just plain humiliating.
Well, I am 43 and I managed to fall flat on my back in my mother in law’s garage and break a rib… just running to get out of the rain. That’ll teach me to be chivalrous and park the car so they can stay dry.
(Actually, I swear she oiled the floor, she’s never liked me).
A couple weeks before I stood up in a friend’s wedding, I slipped on the concrete stairs leading up to my front door - ow! Skinned the hell out of my leg below the right knee, a patch a couple inches on each side or so. I’m glad my bridesmaid’s dress was long so it covered up the scab.
I’m 32 and I’m clumsy. I fall down my steps, trip over sidewalks and usually walk into at least one door a day. I walk into doors because if I don’t look where I’m going I trip and well, it’s a problem for me. I’m the only adult on my street who usually has scraped knees and bruises all over.
Since I’m apparently not the only one - yesterday I went to Wal-Mart to get some back paint for my latest Halloween decoration. It was raining. When I went to get out of the car my foot slipped on the ground and I fell out of my car face first. Sure I got away with no bruises but several people saw it and a few even came over to help me stand back up. I can’t blame the people who pointed and laughed, I hate them but I don’t blame them
Being clumsy runs in my family, last week my Dad tripped while carrying a box and broke his hand in several places. My daughter who is 5 has been known to walk into trees and once cut her head open by walking into a parked tractor. It’s nice to not be alone in my falls.
MamaHen, I am the black sheep in my family in more ways than one. It’s not that I’m not graceful. I have ten years of professional dancing under my belt to prove that! But I am clumsy, which apparently you can be independently of being graceful. My nickname growing up, in Hindi, was ‘Hurricane’. So they’d all say “oh look, here comes the hurricane!”
Keapon Laffin, sorry it was too vivid for you. My hand still hurts, so I wanted to describe it a bit.
Thanks for the comfort stories, all. It’s like hot cocoa.
Another pathetic one for you. A few weeks ago I was at the gym. I had come out of the locker room and headed towards the top floor. As I got to the stairs I sort of took a quick step to build up a little momentum (us impatient people usually run up the stairs), and pulled a muscle!
Ugh, I had been there 5 minutes and decommisioned myself.
Last year I fell on the stairs myself. My right foot sort of twisted like a rolled taco, but otherwise I was fine. Sure my foot swelled up and turned amazing colors up nearly to my knee, but not a scratch.
It took about six months to heal completely mainly because I was an idiot and didn’t put ice or heat on it and really didn’t elevate it. Take care of your foot Elenia, don’t be like me!
I’m 22, and I fell up the steps at my parents’ house last year. I tripped on something and landed halfway in the house. My knees slammed into the edge of the topmost step; I had massive bruises and could barely bend my knees for weeks.
When I was 8, I ran into the side of my dad’s (parked) pickup truck. Amazingly, my only injury was a chipped tooth. I did put a nice dent in the side of the truck though.
I’m getting better at avoiding falling down (or up) the stairs. However, my hands tend to fling items from themselves on an almost daily basis. Fortunately, it’s usually just my keys with pens coming in at a close second. The height of the bruises on my legs identifies what I’ve bumped into lately. 18"? That would be the coffee table.
I fell over one of those concrete things in the parking lot that keeps you from driving up onto the sidewalk. I landed on my hands and knees. It was in front of a very crowded hair salon. The reason I didn’t see it, the wind was blowing my hair into my face. I was planning on getting a haircut that day, but they were packed. I’m sure, they all thought I was too embarrassed to come in.
Honey, if I made it a day without walking into something, tripping over nothing, or just losing my balance for no reason, my husband would think it a miracle.
His pet nickname for me: clumsiosa
I have hardwood floors throughout my house, including the stairs…and last winter, my Mom tried to navigate the stairs wearing wool socks and slipped, landed on her hip/thigh and bounced down 3 or 4 stairs. She wound up with the ugliest bruise I’ve ever seen…it literally covered her left side from hip to knee, and was every shade of black/purple/blue you can imagine. If she’d had any trouble at all moving around, I’d have insisted she go to the ER.
