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.

Oh dear 😆

Sorry you hurt yourself. But move? Are you serious?!

Omg

the Op is bloody joking!!!

So was I!

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I fall over constantly. The one my friends love to recount is when I fell over near Waterloo, grazed my knee and ripped my tights. We were on our way (as adults in our late 20s) to London Aquarium, where I presumed they must have a first aid kit. They claimed they didn’t. I bought one of those extra thick £1 sanitary towels from the women’s toilet vending machine, stuck it to the inside of my tights to soak up my bloody knee and soldiered on. Anyway, almost 5 years down the line I still have a scarred knee from that one.

I broke two toes walking into a pool on holiday in Corfu a couple of years ago. When I finally got an x-ray back in the UK, they told me they weren’t sure how I’d been walking around for 2 weeks (one was my big toe) and gave me an ugly boot to wear. I also have a weird bruise/discolouration on my shin 2 years later from that one.

Recently I fell over by missing a small step at a hotel in Portugal, went down flat, and next thing heard the click clack of the receptionist’s heels as she ran over to check on me. Just about recovered and then fell over leaving a station in London (karma as I’d just taken a stealthy photo of someone and missed a small hole in the paving whilst focusing on sending said photo to a friend). Again, went down flat straight on the same knee. It’s been a few weeks and I’ve ALMOST recovered…

I concur. OP is a melodramatic person after some attention.

Another time, one Sunday coming downstairs, I stepped on a glossy golf magazine my husband had left on the bottom carpeted step, skidded off and skated along the wooden hall floor, landing awkwardly and breaking my ankle. Was agony. Had to wait hours for my husband to get back from playing golf to take me to a&e. Next day I had to ring my new boss and explain why I wouldn’t be in for the second week of my new job going out and about developing a healthy walks scheme. The whole funded programme had to be delayed by 6 weeks until the cast came off and I could return. He took it very well.

Oh, so many times and often very public. I’ve fallen over at the Valley of the Kings, Cairo museum, last week on a dog walk with loads of colleagues, in Krakow with a bunch of teenagers, by a stream in Wales and had to be rescued by firemen strapping me to a ladder, down the stairs at home and broken my coccyx.

I’ve two that tie for most embarrassing.
Walked into class with my hands full of text books. Slipped and landed on my back with books all around me and a room full of teenagers looking at me.

Outside Universal in Florida, grabbed my 5 year old’s hand to rush her to the sign to see which rides she was tall enough to ride, tripped ober my sandal, supermanned into said sign (which made a load echoing boing, and slapped my daughter around the face with my other hand as I fell.

Very public, loads of people staring, park medics called, I had a huge lump on my forehead bit we did got free express passes to skip the queues.

15 yes ago I fell over in a furniture shop and broke my shoulder in 3 places losing my business from inability to work

More recently I tripped over a kerb, fell flat on my face and gave myself such a bad concussion I spent 3 days in hospital having brain scans.

I'm 43, I assumed it'd be my heart that got me but my family reckons I'll fall of a kerb or bump my head strangely and be gone

See, this is why if I'm ever in a high rise hotel I make sure I put something in front of the door to the balcony if there is one.
I'm convinced I'll trip in some unconventional way and throw myself off the 20th floor!!!!

I got off a bus and slipped on ice. Crashed onto the pavement. The bus driver got out and tried to pull me up. He went over too!
The whole bus was in hysterics. A very beefy passerby grabbed both our arms and pulled us up. It was so embarrassing

Someone got out of bed the wrong side!

As a teen walking down a shopping street, I caught the eye of a good-looking guy and we held gaze for a while... until I walked into a lampost. Which had a bicycle chained to it. It was all a bit of a tangle.

I tripped on a tree root at the end of a run, fell over and skinned my knee and sat on the ground and cried like a toddler (I'm not usually a wuss but it really hurt).

It was right by some seating that had been put out for an outdoor concert and thousands of concert goers were queuing right there.

We just got back from holiday. I the first week I fell over three times. Like massive falls. I’m 50 and overweight and went down hard. DH quite concerned! I think it was because I was looking up and around and not actually looking where I was stepping

Many years ago, I was walking through the town centre one icy morning (rush hour) with my husband and I stood on ice and both of my feet slid out sideways in opposite directions - even grabbing my husband's arm, I still couldn't right myself and I felt my legs sliding apart further and by this time, my head was level with my husband's hips and a woman coming towards couldn't hold in her laughter (tbh I still laugh 20 years later when I remember how she tried to contain herself and then burst out laughing) and as we passed the woman, in a deadpan voice my DH said to her "Don't worry, she's just practicing for her audition for "Bambi on Ice".

In the 1960s we did a sponsored walk from school, never heard of them before, we walked almost 30 miles in 'pumps', no comfy trainers then and we were then all ferried home by the teachers. I was dropped off near my house and getting out of the car slipped between the car and the kerb, finished up with a bandaged ankle for a week much to everyone's amusement.
Walking down stairs on the bus, again in the '60s I slipped at the top the the steps and started to fall, I grabbed the vertical pole and invented pole dancing as I rotated to the lower deck.
My late Oh and I parked in our small town and as we were getting out my OH spoke to me, I turned to answer him and tripped on the edge of the kerb, as I had had a spectacular fall on my knee a few weeks earlier I twisted to avoid landing on my knee. I landed on my derriere, fell backwards and slammed my head into the huge glass window of a shop, all I could think of was the scene in Ghost where evil Carrrrl hits a window, it breaks and comes down on him like a guillotine!

@Poshjock The theme tune for Mission Impossible was going through my head reading your post😂 Well done on getting out of that. I think I would have just sat there and cried.

Oh, this is funny!!! Did he forgive you seeing as it was your case and laziness that caused this?

DH and I were in the nice Italian coffee shop round the corner from us. The part we were sitting on is split level with a step down. As we got up to leave I completely forgot about the step and went flying pulling a chair on top of me as I fell. I do have form for this. Some years ago we were in an Italian restaurant with the same split level sort of set up, again I forgot about the step and went flying.

I once caught my heel in my skirt while walking downstairs on a bus. Had to dramatically fling my arms round the pole to stop myself tumbling.

A bit harsh. It didn't stop bleeding so currently in A & E waiting for stitches. But if you feel a better being a little bitch on the internet....not really in the spirit of the thread is it?

Talking with a group of women today and every one of us had caught the laces of one walking boot on the hook of the other walking boot and fallen over like a pole.

Late 70 s age 16 village fete had a blindfolded bicycle race ( yes I know ! ) everyone had a guide I had the only son of a rich farmer absolute dish everyone fancied him.. he was really nice as well ! I was hoping to impress him by winning so I went off like the clappers with him running beside me going right a bit left a bit . At the end you had to ride between the goalposts he managed to guide me at full speed into one of the posts it was like running full speed into a brick wall I came off the bike dislocated my shoulder ripped my brand new wide jeans and cut my knee . When I ripped my blindfold off he was nowhere to be seen . Didn't fancy him any more after that