To never EVER go back to that school ever agin. EVER.

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For the love of all things good on this earth.

Fucking hell.

I fell.
I fell over on the road outside school.
flat on my fucking face, on my face.

Tripped over ds fecking scooter and fell, scraped my face all over the pavement, grazed my knee (like you do when you are 6)

So AIBU to never go to the school again? I could change ds out of that school as health & safety clearly is not a priotity to them, if they allow grown women to actually fall on their pavement outside school....

am a foolish fuckwit and feel like i have died a thousand deaths, blushing from my knickers up....
sigh.

Can you match that for embarrasment?

Aww thankyou .

I feel your pain

I wakled into a glass door once on the way into a petrol station, of course this was in front of loads of people queuing inside shop and lorry drivers outside shop

Really wanted to cry and see if nose was broken but just left promptly without pulling cash out that I had gone in for

Stupid glass doors

As long as you got up, ignoring the pain and carried on as if nothing happened, your pride is intact

I fell off my bike, remember nothing about it and really think I may have knocked myself out briefly. I 'came to' and after phoning DH to ask where I was (as if he'd know) I got back on my bike and pedaled home with bent handlebars and everything.

I couldn't walk for days and limped for weeks.

I went flat on my face in gravel outside the office once, witnessed by all the smokers - and had to go through the rest of the day with large hole in tights and blood trickling down my leg.

If no-one saw you, OP, then clearly it didn't actually happen (or won't have done once the Mr Bump plaster has taken effect)

Juice, though ? I think that fall needs chocolate buttons for sure. When he was 3 my DS had a fab theory about how the chocolate goes into your blood and goes to the cut and sticks it up so it stops bleeding.

stealth, that is actually medical fact about chocolate.

therefore, i am shoving a galaxy bar down my throat in a medicinal context....

Its when a little old lady rushes over to see if you're OK and help you up when you've just fallen over uneven tarmac in a car park that you need to start worrying - and, yes, blood trickling down leg from a big hole in your tights when you're working is not a good look....

At nursery pick-up once I walked in to collect DD, all the kids sitting in circle, loads of parents and teachers milling. I squatted down to talk to her, overbalanced backwards all the way over onto my back and ended up knees and arms in air rather like a stranded crab. People openly laughed.....the shame.

one of my friends got knocked down by a double decker bus once in the bus station she was fine not sure how it happened but she is very dizzy (I don;t think the bus was actually moving)....she refused all medical attention and ran all the way to work in shame

If it makes you feel better I live very near you and I too am sporting a grazed knee and elbow at the minute.

Embarrassingly I had to wear them to a black tie function at hubby's work too on saturday. Black tights covered the knee, but the elbow was still flipping obvious

I tried to walk through a mosquito net on a door on more than one occasion. I fell flat on my arse 6 times in one day about a month ago. The worst was coming out of the COOP with a litre of gin and some other shopping. Whoops a daisy, kreecher's on her behind. I was so embarrassed by the stench of gin coming out of the carrier bag, I left it on the side of the road.

Oh I shouldn't worry, my mum has has a lifetime of falling over in public.

The list is endless. We've had running for buses, trains and gang-planks onto boats. And she always falls over in shops especially escalators.

Once she fell down some stairs in a stately home we were visiting; but she's fallen up stairs too as well as down just to add variety. Then we've had off chairs and out of taxis. Step ladders, over the vaccuum cleaner, the cat...it goes on and on. She has a fondness for shoes that are bound to trip her up and she just won't look where she's going.

She has actually hurt herself very badly at times My dad despairs. He's always scraping her up and taking her to a&e. 'Your mother fell over...' has been the start of many a conversation in our family over the years.

Hope you are ok though. It does shake you up and for some reason makes me want to cry if I fall.

I described a perfect arc through the air falling out of our back door once (maybe it runs in our family). I landed in a winded heap in the garden unable to move. I'd tripped of the stupid plank of wood dh had put over the step to help our toddling dt's climb over it when they were still learning to walk.

Not one to whine usually...but my knee REALLY hurts me.

Im proper poorly...wheres dh with my head bandage? .....bastard

Oh God you are reminding me of all my embarrasing falls now.

How about down a (stopped) escalator in the middle of a department store in Geneva - resulting in 24 hours in a (very impressive) Swiss hospital and a month in a leg brace to stop the stitches ripping open if I bent my knee - that was a good one, if expensive (for our insurers, at least)

Bag of peas on the ouchy bit. and more chocolate immediately. otherwise you may be paralysed for life.

I fell over goingin to the off licence a while back. I had to crawl back to the car. in the rain. with my eyes closed (if i can't see them then they can't see me theory).

was so embarrased i couldn't go in there ever again and now they've gone bankrupt and closed.

ahhh eccentrica you made me spit my tea all over the laptop, that is fantastic.
I have a hilarious picture in my head of you commando style crawling with eyes shut across a pavement soaking wet to you car pressing the button to open the door desperately pointing it at random cars parked in the street

FANTASTIC!

and seriously, agree about the threat of paralysis.... shall apply peas forthwith...

Have you got some calpol to hand M & T, or I could talk sternly to you in a good northern no nonsense way...

"Stop yer whinnin', there's nowt wrong wi' yer!"

Has that helped?

Thought not.

Here have this.

Oh god, poor you.

I once went flying, right by the Crossing Lady, with everyone waiting to cross looking at me. I skinned my knees, elbow and face. I hopped back up and tried to pretend that I was alright but the blood trickling down my face, arm and leg kind of suggested that I wasn't.

I practically ran home, by which time my knee was the size of a melon and I couldn't walk for a week. I go back up to school, once I can walk again, thinking that everyone will have forgotten about it but NO!!! The very first person I see, not even someone I knew well, says "I hear you had a bit of a tumble"

Actually that has helped, need a brew to go with that.

Im from Blackpool, so there is no sympathy, in fact dh said the very same thing to me..."theres nowt wrong wi ya"!
Nice

where are you from eggy?

I'm so traumatised by reading about your 'incident' that I've had to eat some chocolate.

Unfortunately, I was laughing sympathising so much that I choked.

As DH says, "you've got another knee, stop bealing". Northerners here too......

Oh and DD2 did an excellent comedy fall yesterday - she tripped up on the driveway, fell into the recycling box bum-first, got wedged fast and sat there, legs waggling like a tortoise on it's back. She's a wonderful girl and sees the funny side. Not so funny when she ran into the door frame today though. Ouch

Oh, I just remembered another embarrassing not-quite-fall I had.

I was trying to exit a train, and it had those old-fashioned doors that you have to open by lowering the window and pulling on the handle outside. I'd never encountered one of those door-opening systems before, so I didn't exactly execute the manoeuvre with ease and grace.

I opened the window, couldn't find the handle with my hand, so leaned my whole body weight against the door whilst putting my head out of the window to look at where I was groping. I found the handle, and ill-advisedly yanked the door open whilst still leaning heavily again it.

Queue the door swinging open, with me swinging right out with it, still grasping the handle desperately. Me and the door sung out in perfect unison, slamming into the side of the carriage, before I slid down onto the platform. Embarrassed laugh, quick re-arrangement of clothing, and off I trotted to the nearest A&E with a miraculously unbroken, as it turned out, hand.

The shame. Must have been bloody funny to watch though!

Near Saddleworth Moor, but not lived there for 20 years, lots of relatives back there and also in the Lakes.

But you must surely be down south now with all the fuss and nonsense about a bit of a trip .

"But you must surely be down south now with all the fuss and nonsense about a bit of a trip"

against and swung

hehehe am ard as nails me usually BUT when you are on a forum with mums, its irrisistable to not ask for love and mr men plasters etc, and some of the stories are fab and have made my day.
you are all fab xx