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| Clumsy or just damn stupid?
Posted: 7/17/2008 6:02:25 AM | This is one thing where I am tempted to blame hormones! I quite regularly have a few days a month where I am constantly blushing as I feel so self conscious about my 'dropsies'.
Terrible butter fingers, plaiting legs(on the way to the pub, not just on the way back!) and just ten times clumsier than I am normally!
Its also when I'm likely to lose things, forget things and just generally be a very dumb blonde.
I just laugh at myself, in the hope others will see the funny side of it rather than just wondering how I got to be so ridiculous, but I'm not sure it works that well! | |
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| Clumsy or just damn stupid?
Posted: 7/17/2008 6:36:24 AM | In the last 18 months, falling down stairs while sober and cracking 2 ribs with some lovely bruising from hip to base of shoulder blade, and spraining my wrist while coughing! And I'm not Scorpio or left handed and my 3d vision is just fine...
but as a kid I did have a number of small acidents like swinging on a swing that got to the end of it's arc just as the frame gave way and landing flat on my bum still sat on the swing seat... or the day when in the space of 10 minutes I walked into a fence post, put my hand on a wasp and then knelt on a fork!
Split my head twice, once on the shed roof because there was a slight step up going round the shed... and once while decorating the landing, bent down to move a dust sheet and move round slightly before standing up right into the loft hatch cover that was hanging down... 4 stitches without anesthetic, a jarred neck and a twisted loft hatch cover.
As for tripping over steps, uneven paving, turning my ankle while walking along, slipping on the expansion joints on London Bridge walking to work...
Clumsy or damn stupid? No just sometimes inanimate objects have it in for me. | |
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| Clumsy or just damn stupid?
Posted: 7/17/2008 7:53:49 AM | I've been knocked down four times:
1. I was 13, crossing a road on my way to school. I saw the bus I needed to catch coming, so quickly glanced right and started to jog across. The Austin Maxi (an old car, even then) that hit me was going faster than I realised. I broke my right tibia and fibula, cracked some ribs and fractured my eye socket. Ended up in hospital with my leg in traction for two weeks, a full-length plaster cast for three months and a half length cast for another month. It was over a year before I could walk properly again.
2. I was 15, again crossing a road on my way to school. I was crossing a high street in Brum, normally on this road the traffic is fairly stationary because it is so busy. The exception is a bus lane on one side, which is normally empty except for buses. I walked into the lane of stationary traffic, checked to see if a bus was coming down the bus lane (buses are, after all, quite big and difficult to miss), not seeing any I stepped out into the bus lane. In a split-second I heard the screeching of tyres and was knocked flying onto the pavement by a private hire Sierra. Luckily, apart from being quite shaken, I wasn't hurt.
3. After a night out in Brum about 12 years' ago I was making my way to a taxi rank. I was about to cross the road but spotted a bus coming. I tried to stop walking but, having had a few drinks, staggered out in front of it. It struck me with a glancing blow that knocked me straight to the ground. Again, I was (luckily) unhurt.
4. I don't remember getting knocked down on this occasion about 9 years' ago. It was following a work Christmas party. Apparently we were all heading for the nightclubs when I was knocked down by someone who didn't stop. All I remember is waking up in hospital with concussion, cuts and bruises (but no other injuries).
I need to watch those old 'Green Cross Code' adverts again, I think.
I have bad luck with bicycles, too:
Once, as a teenager, I wanted to see just how fast I could go down a slight decline whilst drafting a car that had just overtaken me. I found I could go pretty damn fast. When he braked to turn right I found that cars' disc brakes are far more effecient at slowing something down than the caliper brakes found on most mountain bikes. I hard to turn sharply to avoid hitting the back of the car at speed. Losing my balance, I took a tumble that left me with a hairline fracture to my right elbow.
Using a mountain bike for off-roading (I was fairly new to the sport at the time) I got my front and rear brakes mixed up and pulled hard on the front brake by mistake. I was thrown into a thorn bush, and that left little sore spots everywhere for days. | |
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