I play (field) hockey on astroturf, which is OK if you play on the water based million pound surfaces (like the one built for the commonwealth games, really nice), but as we mostly play on the sand based ones (they’re much cheaper to build/maintain)…well, when you fall, it’s like falling on sandpaper. My knees, elbows and knuckles are all pink with scars, ususally with at least one scabbed at any one time.
I do get asked if I fell off my skateboard :rolleyes:
That’s the weirdest part about my recent fall - I skinned both knees (one bloody, one not) yet didn’t damage my dressy slacks. No, I have no idea how that happened.
Last night, I was on the phone in the hall and something was boiling over on the cooker, I said I had to nip into the kitchen and would be back directly.
I ran down the hall and into the kitchen, conveniently forgetting that I had, over the weekend, in an uncharacteristic fit of houseproudity, washed and waxed the kitchen floor.
As I tried to stop in the kitchen, I skittered across the floor in my socks in the manner of a foul mouthed Bambi on acid and ended banging my the underside of my chin on the counter top, twisting one knee round and scraping it extensively on the side of the washing machine and crashing into cupboard under the sink, knocking all the pans in there over with a crash, which for some unknown and divinely comedic reason caused the door of the grill to fall open and bash me on the head.
I turned the pan off, staggered back to the phone and when I got there all I could hear was helpless laughter. My so called friend was entirely engulfed in hysterical laughter and said she wished that we had been on a video conference call.
Thank you and good night.
About 3 years ago. I was walking back from Walmart with a mop, bucket and about 3 bags worth of cleaning supplies. We were just moving into an apartment and I wanted to give it a good clean before we moved in. I had 3 bags in my left hand, the bucket in my right hand and the mop tucked under my right arm. I wasn’t holding it, it was just kind of balanced there. Now, this might be hard to explain. There was a parking lot in the front for visitor’s parking. It was raised about 18 inches and then it was flat to the front door. So, I went to step up onto the parking lot & caught the front lip of my sandal. I couldn’t get either of my hands out. I fell flat on my stomach. The mop handle hit my nose (breaking it), I scraped both elbows, shredded both knees and bruised my shin severely (it’s still sore) I was a mess. The super saw me and called an ambulance. Oh how embarassing. Luckily, it got me out of cleaning the apartment and helping during the move.
January - I had taken 2 friends to lunch at a local sushi house. On walking out of the restaurant, I fell ass-over-teakettle through the bushes and hit my head on my bumper. Stunned, crumpled with my dress flying over my head. Not a pretty sight. Bump on noggin, 2 skinned knees, 1 severly sprained ankle, bruised hands and a broken watch. Oh and severly dented dignity.
About three weeks ago- on my knees in the ocean trying to help my 2 year old niece balance on her boogie board. Wave comes along and DRAGS me about 8 feet into shore, on my knees all the way. Isabel managed to balance on HER knees on her boogie board all the way in.
Being a trail runner I inevitably fall at least once a month but Saturday night’s fall takes the cake. Completely sober I fall down half a flight of stairs in a bar. At least if I were drunk I would have a good excuse but unfortunately I just had to laugh it off and hope I wouldn’t get kicked out for being “too drunk”.
I have one right now–an ugly scrape on my knee from a failed attempt at skimboarding in the surf. Ouchie!
I have an owie on my elbow and on my back right now, from the wave pool at WaterWorld this past weekend. That last bit of the bottom hurts!
Knees: 4 years ago when I had a bad bike accident and almost got ran over. I still have gravel in my knees from that time, and that is why I am scared to ride a bike in the city now. 
I have a pair of shoes that do me in every damn time. Nothing special, I have several pairs in the same style, but I always manage to quite dramatically injure myself in the pink ones. So, I’ve learned to walk VERY carefully in them, and usually it works.
Just a couple of months ago though, I’m going to a store, and I’ve got them on. I very gingerly step out of the car and turn to shut the door. Take one step forward, and step on a rock I didn’t see and go flying. My knee was scraped raw and bloody, but the pants are still intact. What was I going in to buy? Glasses to stock my new home bar. I made it back to the car OK, thankfully.
Before that, my knee had just healed from the previous incident. Wearing low-heeled sensible shoes, I was out on my rounds selling insurance. Going to one prospective client’s townhouse, I missed the bottom stair and went into a snowbank that broke the worst of my fall, though I skinned both knees and my left hand. I also twisted my left ankle badly enough that for weeks I had to get pedicures because I couldn’t move my foot enough to cut my own toenails. Worst part was, the b*tch didn’t even buy the policy after all, so I injured myself for nothing.
Kristi, I had a similar experience last summer, only I didn’t get dragged on my knees - it was my butt. Fortunately my swimsuit kept me from any damage, but a bunch of small rocks fell out when we got home. My friends haven’t let me live that one down yet.
Playground knees, shins, elbows…all last weekend. We had a 2-day LARP game last weekend, and IFGS is not like the Vampire LARPs, where people stand around in goth outfits and trade barbed witticisms. It’s a very physical game. I picked up a whole set of bruises and scrapes diving and rolling over rocky ground (laced with briars) to get out of range of a particularly lethal spell. I reinforced them by diving out from between two opponents in the weapons tournament the next day.
That’s right. I, a (very) grown man, got my latest set of playground knees while playing Make-Believe. Growing up is overrated. 
mine is just healing up.
Was at a Twins game with my husband and my kids (3 and 4). My husband and the four year old were walking and making good time…my lollygagging daughter was lollygagging. So I scooped her up to catch up. Walked about thirty feet, and tripped, dropping her and me.
Her head hit the concrete. She had a goose egg, but was fine within minutes. Only after we established she was ok did I notice my knees - pants ripped through, blood everywhere. I had a skinned up forearm from keeping her from hitting too hard as well.
My girlfriend got playground knees last night…
OK, I admit that was uncalled for. Go ahead and flame me. :smack:
I’ve got weak ankles - so uneven sidewalks have caused several falls - usually while walking the dog. Good girl - she comes right over & sniffs at me, confusedly.
Tripped over a water valve & skinned my knee at a street festival about this time last year - right in front of the first-aid tent. (10 points for serendipity, eh?)
About 5 years ago - I was at Universal Studios, CA & tripped over a small child who ran in front of me… parents rushed up & swept their child away, muttering in a foreign language & giving me black looks.
I limped to the first aid area with Mr. Pol’s help & got cleaned up and a free front-of-line pass to any ride…
Just today in fact. I was in a writing class with some friends; the class wasn’t due to start for another few minutes. My friend John was practicing his wall running technique: He was up to getting three feet on the wall before landing again. Me, being the genius that I am, think that it looks simple enough.
Run, wall, jump, foot, foot, AH! FLOOR!
Managed to land on my knees, scraping up the left one.