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

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This morning I tripped over the doorframe, fell into the house, pulled the curtain pole down, broke two toes and ended up at the doctors with a cut on my leg that wouldn't stop bleeding. All this in front of the guys working on my house who witnessed me crying and swearing like a trooper. Also cried in front of the nurse. And the neighbours witnessed it all too. I have to move now don't I? Come and tell me your 'I fell over' tales of woe to make me feel better please.

Feel better soon!

3rd date with lovely new boyfriend, nice dress and lovely new wedge heeled, rose gold sandals. Date was at a local outdoor cinema at a stately home… with a long, uneven gravel drive.

He was a gentleman and helped me up. When I gathered myself, I could see my friend and her husband at the top of the drive, laughing!

Ouch bet that hurt. I fell off a pavement in Berlin. A crowd gathered. Drink had not been taken but was afterwards

When I first moved into my house I fell through the front door in front of my new neighbours who had come out to greet us 🤦🏼‍♀️

You poor thing.
I have so many stories I have genuinely lost count.
I fell down a manhole as I wasn't looking where i was going.....twice....in my 20's.

Both involved a crowd and an ambulance.
Idiot.
Yours is very tame to be honest.

Hope you heal quickly.

Worthing seafront, bank holiday Monday and heaving with people. I stepped on a stray pebble, fell over and hit the deck. Knickers on display and everything. I was helped up by some kindly bystanders as I’m at the age where it is no longer falling over, it is taking a fall.

in answer to your question, yes you do have to move 🤣

I fell over a paving slab in Cologne. Outside a physiotherapist's office. They brought me out a chair and offered me a diet coke.

Early morning Ryan Air flight going for an interview for a promotion. I was in the first row. Went to the loo at the front just after the seatbelt signs went off and tripped over nothing as I came out. I went flying down the aisle past rows 1-3. I was mortified. Pretended I had slipped on something. And I didn’t get the promotion.

A friend of mine got her foot stuck in a crack in the limestone pavement in the Burren right next to the Poulnabrone Dolmen, so had to sit there in a deeply uncomfortably position, dying to per, while an endless succession of well-meaning tourists asked her if she was ok for rather a long time till the ambulance arrived.

ETA And she’s in a million photos.

Oh gosh poor you!

I had a pretty spectacular fall at a play cafe with my DGS. All low ceilings etc., as it's all mini shops and things and I'm usually very careful and aware of this. Until this one time! My DGS was calling me so I hurried forwards and the next thing I knew I was flat on my back! I'd whacked the top of my head on a low beam which swiped me off my feet and I fell backwards. Luckily no small children were injured during this embarrassing moment! I saw stars and had to lay there for 30 seconds or so. DGS had run off to play and a lady peered round and asked if I was OK? haha! I just got up carefully and carried on but I guess I was lucky I didn't do myself more damage to be honest! did have a nasty graze on my head and I bruised my lower back which was sore for a couple of weeks or so. Such an idiot. It took me a while before I went back but no-one said anything!

I expect I'll be appearing on one of those CCTV shows in years to come!

Oh, and I recently fell off my bike in a town in Italy. I wasn't sure whether a car was stopping for me, stopped really suddenly and down I went. Surrounded by Italian drivers and pedestrians, and just kept saying "Scusi, scusi".

It's like I'm conducting some kind of action research into cross cultural responses to a woman of a certain age going arse over tit.

Thankyou lovely people. Misery loves company! I've form for this. I fell over on the way to a client meeting in the city and after dusting myself down then valiantly/stupidly proceeded straight to said meeting. With a broken shoe. About 10 mins in the client was making a kind of sweeping motion across her face whilst staring intently at me. It wasn't until I went to the loo at the end of the meeting that I realised what her weird semaphore had been indicating. I had a grazed chin that was weeping. Nice.

I have a friend (male) who lives in another country, always kind of fancied him anyway he was back and messaged me to meet for a drink. He walked very fast (well that was my excuse) and I went flying which was bad enough but looking up and seeing the amount of people that had suddenly rushed over to check I was ok, god it was embarrassing.😂

Falling down a manhole is in my list of top 10 nightmares. I’m very old now but I still remember a friend when we were teens falling through a collapsed grate above a shop cellar. She had to be rescued by the fire brigade.

I fell flat on my face in St Mark’s Square in Venice; it was crowded and I went down with a yelp. Two lovely Italian gendarmes came to my rescue and took me, hobbling, to their office right off the square. Falling is so jarring and upsetting even if you aren’t badly hurt; I hope you feel better soon, OP. 🌷

Crossing a very well made side road on a smooth, raised section designed for pedestrians. Fell over nothing, went down forward like a bag of spanners, ripped the knee out of my favourite trousers and scuffed my very beloved Italian ankle boots. Not so bad except this was outside the planetarium on Bristol harbourside, with a class of schoolchildren in their little high-vis vests looking on, and opposite a big gym. Three muscle-bound men bustled out and rescued me, got me off the road and stayed until I got my breath back. Had to walk back to work with my squashed lunch, ripped trousers and a bleeding knee. I’m so well know for accidents that nobody turned a hair.

I have had 3 all out of UK. First one when we moved into an Apartment and was walking towards it and didn't realise how high the pavements were and stepped off and had a spectacular fall into the road and almost got run over. Broken Leg.
2nd - first day in Asia on holiday and fell up a staircase and put my arms out to break my fall and broke my wrist.
3rd - also in Asia - electricity failed and was walking up a lane and tripped into a large pot hole - broken ankle, different leg.
I don't have weak bones and not had a problem since.

Too many to mention. I don't think I'm terribly clumsy but sitting here thinking about the number trips and falls I've had I must be. I'm experienced at head butting things accidentally too, quite memorably at a museum in London (can't remember which one) where I head butted the glass trying to get a closer look at an exhibit and a large group of Japanese tourists fell about laughing but trying to politely pretend they hadn't noticed.

Sorry, but the pulling the curtain pole down detail has really tickled me.

I am always falling over. On the school run; walking the dog opposite a packed beer garden; down the stairs after a job interview; down the stairs of my friend's parents' house the first time they met me; fell off a stool decorating the bathroom when a magpie flew in through the open window. It goes on!

One of my better ones was coming out of a Slimming World meeting. It had been raining heavily and evidently a puddle had formed under the pine trees. The fallen pine needles floating on the puddle had created the illusion of the ground being flat. I stepped off a hidden kerb and went down like a felled tree between two parked cars. So undignified!

Anyone familiar with the immersive theatre of Punchdrunk, involving groups of audience members randomly following and engaging with actors moving around a big building performing different strands of the drama? Very exciting. Very low lighting at one production at the former Paddington Royal Mail sorting office. I didn’t see a water filled sunken pool in the gloom, walked over the edge and fell right in. Soaked to the skin. Nobody reacted. Probably thought I was part of the performance. Luckily wearing sandals and a plain black linen summer dress so it didn’t show much on the train ride home.

This thread is making me feel so much better:

I slipped on the wet bathroom floor I had literally just cleaned myself, collided with a wanky vintage crate in which I store my towels, cut the top of my thigh and had to have stitches and a tetanus jab.

I tripped over my new Birkenstock sandals as I was navigating a kerb, fell flat on my face and ended up with a thumb at right angles. I had gas and air while it was manipulated back into position.

I fell backwards down a full flight of wooden stairs (13) and knocked myself out. My DD2(9 at the time) had to dial 999. I was taken by blue lights, with my head blocked, to our local trauma centre. After an MRI scan and x-rays, it was discovered that I’d got off lightly and only broken my dominant wrist and arm and had nearly severed the middle finger on my left hand. That was fun being in a cast on one arm and huge dressings on the other.

More speed less haste in my case.

Was riding my horse and leading the kids over some dinky showjumps. At the end of the lesson, my instructor put the jump up and had me and my horse jump it. I was quite proud and we jumped it no problem.

I got off and turned to lead my horse back to his stable. I fell over his front foot and face planted the floor.

(Horse was fine- he just looked embarrassed.)

Ok, so in the grand scheme of things my fall today was amateur. But I'm cringing at the memory of whimpering 'it hurts' in front of a nonplussed nurse young enough to be my grandson.

Stepped off a step about 5cm tall and twisted my knee. I went down like a sack of shit.
We were in Essaouira in morrocco and the city was car free.
DH had to push me in some sort of wooden box on wheels that are generally used for moving luggage.
Got a taxi and went to the hospital.
I had a cracked bone and spent the next 5 days marooned in our hotel room.
Unfortunately it's a dry country so I couldn't even take the edge off with alcohol

I fell down a very steep flight of stairs and into a fire door on my way back from having a pee in my local. I went down head first and somehow ended up on my back at the foot of the stairs.

I knocked myself out for a couple of minutes, and really shocked my friend: my long hair was all over my face and for a couple of moments she thought my head was facing the opposite way from the rest of me.

I had no lasting effects from being knocked out, but broke two of my fingers. After that, I was ordered to use the cubicle in the gents on the ground floor rather than risk the stairs whenever I'd had more than 2 pints.

Picture the scene - pouring with rain and I was off to visit a friend who lives a 6 minute walk away. I am built for comfort, not speed. I was wearing a long length plastic mac in a pretty lilac colour but with the hood up I look like a walking talking condom. I was in a hurry to leave and didn't think about the shoes I was wearing. I had barely reached the end of the drive when I realised that my feet were slipping within my slightly large Crocs but kept going anyway.

Half way there I slipped and fell while crossing the road. Being on the larger side and still suffering from damaging my knee just before Christmas I was stuck, completely unable to stand. I had to be rescued by a lovely young man who had had to stop because I was sprawled in the middle of the road. I assured him I was fine, made it to a bench on the the other side of the road and phone DH to come and help me because I was in too much pain to walk.

He helped me to my friend's house and she brought me home later.

That evening the shock set in and I became sick and faint. I also developed blisters on my bruised knee which I thought were from the hot water bottle I had put there. By the next morning I had huge blood blisters all over my knee and I had to go to A&E who xrayed my leg and didn't see anything but I was given antibiotics in case it developed into cellulitis. The blisters continued to grow. I went to the GP and he took photos because he had never seen anything like it.

Now, 10 weeks later I still have a bruise the size of a saucer over my knee, the outside of my knee is numb if I touch it but if I touch the inside I feel it in the numb area.

My consolation in all this is that because I looked like a condom when it happened no one will recognise me as I walk through town!