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.

Walking the dogs and fell over absolutely nothing - tore the cartilage in my knee. Had to have surgery.
Tripped over the dog lead in our porch and went flying out of the front door, ending up sprawled out on the drive. Ripped the skin off leg from ankle to knee. Got infection which took 3 courses of antibiotics to clear and had to wear a very stylish dressing on my leg all through our summer holiday in Greece last year.
Stepped off a kerb which was steeper than I expected and twisted my ankle so badly I couldn’t walk. Two young men ran out of a sandwich shop and manhandled me across the road while I phoned my husband to come and pick me up. Just badly sprained but required strapping. This was also just before my holiday to Greece last year so I had one leg bandaged from ankle to knee and the other strapped on the ankle. Interesting tan lines!
Walking into our en-suite, i managed to bump into the wall and fell backwards, cracking the back of my skull off the corner of our wooden bed frame. Knocked my self out for a minute. That required an ambulance and scans.

Regular faller! My worst one was over 30 years ago. We had a local Victoria wine shop that conveniently sold milk. There were 3 slightly uneven long stairs covering the whole of the shop front. Picture me 8 months pregnant carton of milk in one hand and 4 year old holding the other. I took the stairs diagonally as the short cut. Lost my balance, let go child so as not to pull him over, but flailing arms managed to catch his face leaving scratch marks. Landed on my knee. The worst was yet to come. He still had faint marks down his face the following morning when I dropped him at nursery. His response to the nursery worker's query? Yup you guessed. "Mummy fell down the steps at Victoria Wine AND scratched my face". I'm sure they thought I was a total alcoholic!
In keeping with the theme. I fell down the attic stairs at home a week before his wedding, twisted my ankle and couldn't wear my new posh shoes. Sigh.

i did that and landed at the feet of my ex-boyfriend who was working security. he just shook his head and sighed. 😂

At Stratford station for my 50thbirthday, off to see ABBA Voyage, staying in a nice hotel afterwards. I can’t even begin to tell you how excited I was!

Trotted down the stairs from the platform, and as I hit the bottom my foot slipped out on the wet floor and I virtually did the splits. The pain was so intense I thought I’d broken a hip. Lots of people came rushing over to assist me and I was so embarrassed that I hauled myself up on the banister, hastily thanked them and did the next flight.

At the bottom I promptly did the same thing again! I could have died of shame. I swear they all thought I must be pissed!

Could barely walk, my leg kept collapsing under me but insisted on still going. Couldn’t sit, stand or lay down comfortably. I got up next morning and my entire leg was dark black bruising from thigh to calf.

A trip to A and E confirmed fully torn hamstring, torn cruciate and mildly torn Achilles lol. How I made it through that concert is anyone’s guess. I was on crutches for weeks afterwards.

Made me lol 😂
sounds like something out of a Melissa McCarthy movie

I was once at a water park, trying to simultaneously watch two small children and an absolutely massive rubber ring thingy... completely lost my footing and slid slowly but painfully down each and every stone step of the flight we were on. Everyone watching as I sailed past but clearly no way to stop me... got to the bottom still holding the ring tho 🤷‍♀️ Bruises were magnificent for weeks...

Both of mine involve the stairs in my house, but about 10 years apart!

Not long after we moved here 34 years ago my younger daughter (then aged 2) regularly woke up through the night. I heard her start crying and half asleep went to go to her before she woke up my elder daughter (age 3). I didn’t put any lights on and thought I hadn’t yet gone through the door of our bedroom. Next thing I know I was heading down the full flight of stairs first of all hitting the landing windowsill then as the stairs turn somersaulted twice down the rest. I came to rest with my head on a stair behind me with one leg underneath me, I couldn’t move. I also ripped several framed photos of my daughters from the wall on my way down so was also surrounded by broken glass. My then husband slept through it all! My younger daughter by this time was screaming and elder daughter was shouting “Mummy! Mummy!” I told her to go get daddy. I spent the rest of the night sat in an armchair as I felt so battered and bruised, every joint on my right hand side hurt but I refused to go to A&E as it was a Friday night/Saturday morning and I said it would be full of drunks! I could barely move for days and my husband had to do everything during that time.

Fast forward 10 or so years and I’m now divorced from first husband and with the man who became my second husband. Coming down the stairs holding those Next full length hanging clothes parcels after trying new clothes on and bringing down the ones that need to be returned. Totally miscalculated how many steps still to go and fell head first down the bottom two. Hit my head on the (luckily solid wood, not glass) front door and thought I’d knocked the coat stand over me as I fell. The more I tried to get out of the fabric that was totally covering me the more tangled I got. Husband (second one!) and younger daughter rushed to me and it was then that we realised I’d ripped the whole full width of hallway curtain rail from the ceiling except for one end and I was tangled in the ceiling to floor curtains. Eventually emerged only to see husband and daughter ‘dancing about’ in bare feet - I’d knocked an orchid off one of the windowsills at the side of front door and they were standing on the bark chippings! By this time we were all hysterically laughing and my elder daughter stormed out of her bedroom, leant over the landing bannister and shouted “Can you all be quiet, some of us are trying to sleep” and stormed back into her room! My younger daughter shouted back “Mum’s okay, thank you for asking” and we all carried on laughing. Next day my daughter had no idea and asked why the curtains were ‘hanging funny’. Luckily that time I just had a sore head and a twisted knee.

At last I have found my people!

Very early 2000s and I had dropped DC at school. I was wearing a beautiful outfit of teal blue and brown and I loved the whole outfit.
Topped off with brown knee high boots which matched my clothes perfectly.
Whilst crossing the main road I tripped and fell flat on my face. Gravel in my hands and knees and a lovely man came and got me and my beetroot face up. The very shame of it!
My Mum could win Olympic gold for falling. She once fell down the stairs executing several full gambols (?) whilst holding a cup of tea. The G force of her whirling body was such that when she finally pancaked up the wall at the bottom of the stairs, her cup was still half full. Teenage me witnessed this and provided assistance but my Mum - what a woman!

I was in Devon with my family. We were walking back from the beach to the car park. I fell down a kerb and fell forward into the laps of a family eating fish and chips on a bench. There they were quietly minding their own business when I land on them. I was scrabbling around picking up rubber rings and bags and towels trying not to spoil their food too much. I just remember the little boy who looked shocked and like he was about to cry. I was so embarrassed.

A good few years ago I was walking with my dsis and while crossing a road I managed to catch my foot on something halfway across. I didn’t want to fall in the road (although it was pretty quiet and nothing was coming) so I was trying to stop myself, I was doing a sort of half amble and half fall all the way across the road, think of a twirling chimpanzee. I managed to reach the pavement on the other side only to collapse onto the grass verge running adjacent. All this seemed to be happening in slow motion while my dsis was staring at me with big wide eyes and her jaw on the floor. I’m glad there was
nobody around as I don’t know what they would have thought seeing two grown women quite helpless in fits of laughter.

This one is about dsis.
she was 8 months pregnant with her first baby and quite big. She lived in flat above a shop with her DH.
This flat had wooden stairs and one evening the doorbell rang and her DH went downstairs to answer the it.
My dsis being nosy rushed out of the sitting room upstairs to see who was there.
At the the time she had on a pair of scholl type wooden clogs and instead of stopping at the top of the stairs the combination of wooden stairs and wooden clogs caused her feet to shoot out over the top step and land on her backside where she continued to bounce rather undignified down each step, stomach and boobs bouncing up and down, arms flailing until she reached the bottom where she was met with the incredulous faces of both her DH and his friend just staring. Her DH never even asked her if she was ok he just asked “what are you playing at?”

‘wanky vintage crate’ 🤣🤣🤣

the fall down the stairs sounds awful 💐

Went to a colleague's for a social and shared a lift with my boss. Came out in the dark and some idiot had run a hosepipe across the shared drive which I couldn't see. Slammed down and had to be helped up by my boss but was so winded that it was very awkward and embarrassing. Only saving grace was that I managed to keep hold of the plate carrying the remains of dessert which remained upright!

Just be thankful it wasn’t worse! My (formerly very fit and active) Swedish friend tripped over her dog’s lead in Stockholm, fell and cracked her sacrum and two vertebrae. She was in a lot of pain, spent weeks in hospital, and more weeks at home with frequent carers who even had to help her get to the loo, since she couldn’t make it by herself.
It’s taken so many weeks for her to get back to anything vaguely resembling normal.

A few weeks into my first job I somehow managed to trip over the chair leg getting up, and in my flailing efforts to avoid falling somehow ended up with my foot in the wastepaper bin. I then decided to grab the spinning chair while attempting to extract my foot and did end up on the floor. Needless to say my entire team saw all of this.

This thread has made me laugh so much knowing I’m not the inly one!

Here goes - it was the late 90’s and I was late for my BF’s grandmothers funeral. I could see they were taking the coffin in and I tried to silently slip in behind it. I dodged the altar boys swinging the thuribles and fell screaming down a row whilst being unable to stop running/falling with my boots clanging on the pew! When a friend managed to stop me I couldn’t stop nervous laughing all the way through the service!

I was going to a bank and it had a sign on the door outside - I was walking whilst reading and went flying over a bollard outside the bank next to a bus full of people. An old man came and helped me up and said “are you alright son, that was nasty”? I was mortified and then the driver got off the bus to help and the old man said “don’t worry he is fine” - I grew my hair after that!

At least you didn’t fart loudly or wee when you hit the deck.

This is true!

Oh not you again. I feel quite sorry for you now.

This thread has genuinely helped me get my clumsy moments into perspective so thank you all. I did the Stratford Splits in January and fainted with the pain, so hope your recovery is secure. Not a fall but I bet this is a world exclusive: we were hiking in a Canadian forest and I needed a pee. We were on the lookout for wildlife and thought we saw a chipmunk but it vanished. I stepped off the trail, hoiked trousers and knickers down, got balanced and started the business . Out of the clump of undergrowth 18 inches in front of me pops the face of an utterly amazed chipmunk. We stared at each other in frozen horror for about ten seconds before he got control of the situation and disappeared. I was in full flow by then but also crying with laughter. Attenborough, eat your heart out!

I am narrating your chipmunk encounter to myself in my interior life David Attenborough voice.

fell over in a busy high street 8.5 months pregnant, many times I was asked did I need an ambulance, managed to persuade everyone I was ok!

Oh bless you. I hope the people who witnessed it didn't laugh. I've had a nasty fall in the past, really hurt my hip and wrist,had a massive bruise on my hip that took weeks to disappear. It wasn't helped by several witnesses sniggering at my misfortune. Hope you feel better soon.

Oh yes, people insisting on calling an ambulance even though you are fine! I've had that before. I had to get really insistent that I did not need to go to hospital. My ego was more bruised than anything else!

Tripped over a doormat entering Help the aged charity shop - did that weird falling forward, running to nearly stay upright and then failing thing before hitting deck leading with my chin! Had to be picked up by aged volunteers all clucking and saying I’d had a fall! Mortified

I took a rather spectacular dive off our decking which is higher up. Completely arse over tit. Was lucky and only had significant bruising rather than anything broken. My pride on the other hand..... well broken 🙈😆