aerianya | Confessions of a Klutzy Woman

Okay, you know when you do something silly and the consequences are painful and embarrassing?

Yeah, I hooked my boot heel on a step last week in a hurry to leave for church and went pot over teakettle down the stairs. Fortunately for me the kid in the other bedroom down stairs had left the ironing board leaning against the wall or my head would have connected with the bare concrete wall (remodeling still). Now the really embarrassing part. I yelped. Yep.
This undignified racket led to my son bounding down the stairs in boxers, my daughter jumping from her room (at the bottom of the stairs across the hall from our room) and T who was outside waiting at the car smoking a cigar (which is why I was in a hurry) to come running in the house to find out what said undignified noise was about.
I just got the wind knocked out of me but my feet were up the stairs and it took all three of them (I said it was embarrassing) to untangle me and get me on my feet in very small space (they are all bigger than I thus the embarrassing part). My back hurts some when I bend and I smacked my recently healed fractured elbow and have a lovely scrap to prove it. But all in all, I was quite blessed that nothing else was damaged (well except my pride).
Unfortunately, my rescuers felt compelled to relate their daring-do at church...to everyone they spoke to.
Yep, I've been getting calls all week. Good Grief I'm not that old.
A sad story indeed but I feel much better getting it off my rather generous chest.
Well sorta.
The best part? When T ran in he asks "Did you fall down the stairs?"..."Nope, I was just measuring the stairs from the bottom with my legs ...Here's your sign."

Current Mood: embarrassed
Current Location: well of chaos

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The last time I fell down the stairs I started laughing hysterically, even though I'd just sprained my ankle.

Yeah, the folks I lived with at the time sorta wigged out. People who fall down the stairs are not SUPPOSED to giggle like maniacs afterward, especially since it was some excellent thumpage.

I'm glad you're okay. *G*

*g*
Once upon a time, I have just jumped up and dusted off, but after breaking my elbow last spring I moved a little slower, of course my feet pointed up the stairs didn't help or the fact that everyone came a-runnin' to the rescue.

*giggles* Yeah, I know what you mean. I didn't just jump right up, either.... but perhaps that had something to do with the fact that I was sideways and one of my legs was stuck in the railing...

Sadly, I relate to that.

Oh lor - it's catching. You are not alone.

If it's any consolation, I did a spectacular one at work a couple of weeks ago and although no one saw it, someone heard it and made me stay lying on the floor until they got the first aider. That wasn't too difficult, I hurt, but the collection of people who helped me up...
And then, it would appear that my exploits are all over the company. That would be about a thousand people then.

You have my sympathy. It's still a shock to the system so I hope you're feeling better and your pride is less dented!
::hugs gently::

They were more interested in getting me up to go. Me too.
The pride may actually take longer to recover than the sore muscles. Can't soak your pride in a jet tub.

Have a hug from a fellow klutz...

We're a sad lot.
Makes for good stories later though...

Ouch! Sweetie! Are you ok? ::winces:: And don't you just love it when your family share these little moments with all and sundry - speaking from bitter experience here ::glowers at nearest and dearest:: *g*

Hope all the aches and bruises go quickly.

What really bothers me is the length of time it's taking. Once upon a time I'd just jump up and brush off. *sigh

Oh, my dear, first and foremost, I'm so glad you didn't hurt yourself badly! We can all relate to feeling awkward and silly ... I once missed a two or three inch step in a Greek bus terminal, filled with all the other passengers in our tour which was just about to begin, and I went flying. Hurt my bad knee. But hurt my pride and dignity more! ;)

I'm not surprised it's taking a bit of time to recover. The shock of it as much or more than the blows themselves take the wind out of our sails -- and the older we are, the more we know how much worse it might have been, so the shock of it, the feeling of being shaken, takes a bit of time to dissipate.

As I said earlier, you can't soak bruised pride in the bathtub.*g*

I'm glad you're okay! I did the klutz thing and ended up with seven stitches. I guess that makes me a bigger klutz!

Funny thing is, I fell farther than when I fractured my elbow.
Evidently I'm allowed one weird incident a year, so I should be safe till next Apri, right?...right?

Nope, I was just measuring the stairs from the bottom with my legs

You may have lost your footing but at least you didn't lose your sense of humor. *g*

So are we officially calling you Klutz? *g*

It's always been official here.

~falls over laughing~ Because man, that is soooo something that would happen to me (right down to the rather generous chest *g*) - and oh lord, that last bit was priceless! Bill Engevall(sp?) rules!

They thought I must have hit my head .*g*

Oh, poor you!

::gentle hugs::

The less things hurt, the funnier the whole thing gets.*g*

I imagine, that scare, just as well that you not injured gravelly.
As my mother says: "The haste is an enemy of the perfection" This are for you.
Take care itself, a step after another, slowly.; ))

Aw, thank you.
I still find myself running down the stairs,just not in heeled boots.*snerk

"Did you fall down the stairs?"..."Nope, I was just measuring the stairs from the bottom with my legs ...Here's your sign."

Aw honey, I'm so sorry you fell and got hurt ... but ... I'm ROFL over this. Hubby and I say 'here's your sign' to each other all the time (usually about other people, but. lol).

Glad you're (mostly) okay! *hugs*

Had to add a P.S.

My grown daughter was just telling me yesterday that my ex husband was carrying a box down the stairs at his house, couldn't see his feet, and misjudged his footing when he thought he was on the last step but he actually wasn't. In his effort not to drop the box, he did the splits over the last three steps and ended by following the box in a slide halfway across the room. He scraped up one leg some but was otherwise okay, luckily.

Good thing he wasn't in heels, he'd have been doomed. *g*

Ow. I always thought a laundry basket would be my downfall on these stairs.
Men should never wear heels in my opinion, they would be too big to fit on steps.

Amazing how the brain works (or doesn't).
My pride is more injured than anything else.

Oops! Ouch! I'm really glad you weren't badly hurt, but it's so embarrassing and infuriating - especially when people insist on telling everyone. :o(

::gentle hugs:: I hope your aches and pains ease off soon.

Me too. Mostly just stiff and a little sore when I do stuff I shouldn't like bending and twisting.
Hey, they have to tell their great deeds of daring-do!