AIBU to want to move house after falling over so spectacularly?

I tripped over in my own kitchen. Broke my leg, got whiplash & acute tendinitis (was initially a suspected wrist fracture) along with an array of black bruises on my arms, legs and face plus scratches on my chin.
ended up in a cast for 7 weeks and a wrist splint.
apparently the sort of fracture and bruising that you see after hitting your knee on the dashboard in a car accident.
i tripped.
honestly the hospital couldn’t believe it 🤣
I did it infront of my mum and my husband, my daughter ran down the stairs because of my scream

The house vomited me out! 🤣

Sorry to disappoint. Conservative. Been our MP for donkey’s years, has pretty much been a foregone conclusion so hardly worth voting.

I went to view a spectacular bungalow that was on for 200k It was huge and designed in a square around an inner courtyard. It was a mid century delight with original features including floor to ceiling windows overlooking the countryside. We followed the estate agent out to the courtyard and I fell missing the last step down. My body clattered to the floor but my right arm whacked off the wall to the boiler house. Needless to saw I suffered from a hideous mid shaft humerus fracture that was treated conservatively for 7 months before they finally pinned it surgically. That house though…

Did you choose your username because of this incident? 🤣 very apt for an Italian tumble

I've laughed so hard at this thread because I'm also a clumsy bustard.

Many years ago I was at work wearing high heeled boots because I was brave in those days. As I walked in from the rain I entered a corridor where the CEO and two other members of the executive team were chatting, my wet foot slipped on the wooden floor and I basically bellyflopped right in front of them. My hands hit the ground with a massive slapping noise, my arms and legs were out in a star position; I looked like a crime scene murder outline. They were all very professional, helped me up and asked if I was ok, but it must have been difficult for them not to laugh.

More recently I slipped on a puddle and it felt like my legs went really high in the air, like a footballer scoring with an overhead kick. I broke my arm badly landing that one (how do footballers manage it?) Passersby kept trying to help me up but I had to sit on the floor in the puddle for a couple of minutes to gather myself otherwise I knew I'd faint.

Bit outing but I'm a journalist and had to interview quite a well-known (and intellectually daunting) person in a fairly recherché field. I was nervous but thankful that the interview went OK. Got up to leave at the end; we were talking in a room with a very thick, luxurious carpet and I took a few steps, somehow caught my foot, and fell over spectacularly, full-length and flat on my face. There were other people in the room who witnessed my shame as the Intellectually Daunting one leapt up and asked if I was all right? (to give credit, they were concerned and very nice about it).
I've never been so mortified in all my life and still come out in a cold sweat at the memory, which recurs surprisingly often.

I am the clumsy one in our family. I have so many stories 😭 I broke my ankle last summer, badly bruised my other ankle and did my back in from the one step outside of my house. had to have surgery too! I had to use a Zimmer frame for a month 😭

I was with two friends stalking a hotel where Spandau Ballet were staying (this was about 1982!). I was wearing drainpipe jeans that I could hardly breathe in and stilettos. It was raining and the ground was slippy and I slipped and ended up lying on my back with my legs wide apart. My two friends were creased up with hysterical laughter and one was sitting on the kerb trying to stop herself from weeing. I couldn't get up because of the tight jeans and the shock, but two ladies ran out of the hotel and lifted me up and took me into reception and gave me a drink till I felt OK. My knee was really hurting and one lady was saying that we could probably do with getting my jeans off so the first aider could look at my leg, but the other lady only heard half the conversation and thought I needed to get my jeans off because I wet myself when I fell (luckily I hadn't). My lovely "friends" have never let me live it down!

In holiday with kids and DP. Crowded pool. Already feeling self conscious in bikini. Fell arse over tit at poolside in front of everyone.

Wedding reception (not mine). Serious mistake by pairing heels with a gravel entrance. Stacked it .

Nothing beats my mum though. Family day out...she somehow fell into roadworks. Was like something out of a comedy show. Thought I would die laughing. She wasn't impressed

Hope you are ok OP and sorry to say I have had a laugh at a lot of these. I shouldn’t laugh as I’ve had my fair share as well but that’s my sense of humour.

I have a mobility issue so have to be really careful with myself and I can’t sit on the ground.

But last summer I had a big fall in the garden then fell again trying to get up, I had just cut the grass and was about to feed the birds, my sandals caught on the metal feeding station and my brain was telling me you are about to fall but nothing I could do. I fell on to metal bird feeders, the feeding station gravel and paving slabs. I was covered in bruises for weeks and still getting a bit of pain from it.

Anyone watching would have found it hilarious especially the second fall 😂

I once fell out of my house, like the house vomited me out.
I was stressed and starting a new job and fell down the stairs onto the street.
Sending solidarity !

I fell out a taxi in front of my neighbours. Still drunk at 10am wearing last nights clothes and carrying my shoes. Thankfully they’re used to me and managed to stifle the laughing

Wearing a gorgeous pair of metal-heeled pointy mules (it was the 90s!). I lost my footling and skidded the entire length of the bar in a rather posh London restaurant. Landed at the feet of my friend’s new boyfriend. He’s retold the story at their wedding, their child’s christening, and several dinners since.

I personally wouldn't move home, that story would make a great icebreaker when meeting yr new neighbours 😄
I was getting off a bus at the bus stop and a cyclist was going along beside the bus at speed so I leaped out of the way, tripped on the kerb and my face slid along the rough pavement. I had grazes on my chin, nose and forehead. My hair looked great as I had just been to the hairdressers as I was going to a family wedding the following day 🙄😅

You haven't fallen down until you've fallen down a wrought iron spiral staircase in a busy underground nightclub in high heel sandals and a skin tight thigh split skirt.
I wasn't even that drunk.

Oh I cried (and fainted - had to be given chocolate biscuits and juice and was left to lie down “for as long as I needed to”) to a nurse young enough to be my daughter cause she took a tiny bit of blood for a test 🥲

It's not just a British thing. It may be silly but honestly the first thought most people have after a fall is to check that no-one saw it and then to slink away if possible without accepting help.

I fell over on a uni field trip and smashed my front tooth out.

London weekend, walking around with my partner, and I can’t quite remember what it was about but we started arguing and it was pretty intense. Words back and forth. I made a fiery ultra scathing statement and then immediately walked straight into a bollard, and then kind of fell over (?) and landed almost head first. My partner immediately ran up to me to make sure I’m ok and then we both pissed ourselves laughing and could not stop. It stopped the argument entirely, it was such an epic fall. I literally still remember how alarmed I was in that split second when I realised that uh oh I walked into a fucking bollard.

🤣😭🤣😭🤣😭

it makes an odd sense.

Of course you know the person has just seen the whole thing.
Are you OK? Is pretty neutral, might even be asked when just meeting a friend. , My instinct would always be to answer yes fine thanks as I try to bounce up and pretend absolutely nothing has happened then hobble away.

“Are you injured?” means you definitely noticed my fall and I can’t pretend it didn’t happen.
which is to say why on earth an embarrassed by falling over, and possibly needing help? Is it English or British thing? NI as well? or are there other countries where people are just as embarrassed?

Tripped over my own feet walking back from the shop and smashed my head on the kerb. Luckily I had just bought toilet roll, so I limped the rest of the way home pressing a toilet roll to my forehead to staunch the copious bleeding. Luckily, I had also just bought alcohol. It was needed.

Walking up my driveway caught the loop of one lace in the hook on the other boot. Had shopping bags so fell straight down, and landed on my hands. Quickly got up and rushed inside and started to cry.
Doorbell goes and I answer it and it’s my neighbour, who I didn’t realise was out there, she asked me if I was ok, I twisted my hands/wrists and said yes just a lot of gravel in cuts on my palms.
She quickly took my hand and said don’t do that you’ve got at least one broken bone in your hand/wrist (she is a nurse).
Went to hospital and had two broken bones, but couldn’t have cast straight away due to the cuts so had to wait for a couple of weeks until they had healed and then got the cast.
The pain when I got home was agony and was greeted by a few neighbours who saw my comedy trip. The boots went straight into the bin!

So the 40 plus 2 weeks was a typo

Well days or obviously would have been 45 + …. 🤷‍♀️🤣

As it was he was born by EMCS at 41 weeks - even hitting the deck didn’t encourage him to pop himself out naturally!