On the maternity ward with my newborn DS:
Tipped entire jug of water over my bed - staff were not impressed or happy - in my defence I was recovering from an epidural which provided virtually no pain relief but temporarily paralysed my left leg.....
In the same 24 hours - the finger on my right hand where I wore two important rings given to me by my late Nana suddenly swelled until it was purple - the hospital fireman had to come up with bolt cutters to save my finger.
I was, from then, seen as "THAT patient"........
While working - One day I was wearing a pair of lovely wide legged black trousers that went on a mission to kill me. I tumbled down a flight of stairs as my pointy flat caught in the hem, they wrapped themselves round my legs as I got up from my chair and I nearly crushed my team leader, and then fully face planted in the staff room. Spent the rest of the day trying to keep them hitched - my final humiliation occurred on the way home. I popped (carefully) into Tesco and bought a bottle of red wine because by God I needed it by then. Outside in the town centre, fumbled my bags, caught my toe AGAIN and went down like a sack of potatoes. Bottle of wine smashed and it was carnage. Oddly the only people who rushed to help me were foreigners - my fellow townspeople gave me a wide berth and the implication was obviously that I was drunk.....chance would have been a fine thing......
While heavily pregnant at a barbecue, I was sitting in a garden chair, and neglected to observe that one side of it was in the soil of a flowerbed....... I was holding a burger in one hand and a drink in the other as I slowly started to subside and being the proportion of a small whale couldn't get to me feet - in slow motion the world tipped sideways while people rushed towards me in horror as I hit the deck...... managed not to drop the burger or drink though - think my hands had gone into some sort of panic induced spasm and hel onto them for dear life - I was fine and so was DS.
Running up the packed with Saturday shoppers arcade after EX DH where we lived, I fell flat on my face and winded myself - managed to scramble up but couldn't do anything but gasp or wheeze as I tried to limpingly catch up to ex DH who thought I was making a huge embarrassing fuss even though my knee was bleeding .......
That's just off the top of my head. I have embarrassing moments down to a fine art.......