How is the best way to fall over?

I fell on Thursday and my ankle is still swollen and tender but that is all. I have a terror of falling now that I am older.

Someone on the TV the other days said, in tones of great surprise, 'Some people even fall over their own cat!' He obviously doesn't have a cat!

Galen

Regular occurrence for me. Worst was while undressing for bed, stark naked, turned to grab nightie and fell. Couldn't move, had to phone Gary the gardner to get dressings for my de gloving arm injury and lift me from the fall. Fortunately my mobile was in my bag next to my arm on the floor.

I have got the imprint of what must be the traffic island railing, in bright red wealds on my back. Not much pain though.

joggingirl !!!!!

I am trying very hard not to laugh at your post falconbird. Really I am.

My fall early July this year was similar to Katex's it was an unforgiving wall which stopped me. If I had not been holding my supper dishes in a tin tray in my right hand and not wanting to drop it so as not to waken my neighbours I would have had bilateral Colles fractures. Somehow I did not break my glasses but I ended up with a fabulous shiner and my eye closed. After a trip to A&E after a very uncomfortable night in bed I discovered that I had broken my 1st metatarsal R) foot. It could have been worse, it could have been my femur and needing surgery.

I have no desire to have a repeat performance and that was without alcohol which has not touched my lips for months!

Another good way to fall is, on a wet morning, trip over the lip of the chicken run door frame, with both hands full, and fall full length into the muddy run in your PJ's and wellies, one of which will inevitably fall off.

At least my landing was squelchier softer than yours jingl though I bet you didn't smell as bad as I did?

Bet you're stiff and sore this morning.

to all who have had falls.

I fell off a bus some years ago. There was a man having an argy bargy with the driver on the platform - the driver didn't see me and accelerated - throwing me off the bus and onto the pavement. I fell onto my coxis and no real harm was done. I rang 111 and discussed it with a clinician who said I was OK.

The hurtful thing though, was as I fell through the air, seeing passengers having a good laugh.

The best way to fall is to go a over t whilst visiting your father's plot at the cemetery! That way you can bash your knees, sprain your wrist and most spectacular of all break your two front teeth! This then means a visit to the dentist who will question you constantly whilst shoving instruments and gunk into your mouth in an effort to re-build the teeth! Fast forward a couple of months to an attempt to open some particularly obstinate French doors. Get on the floor to push from the bottom and go flying out after the door and land on the slabs outside - yes, you've guessed it - breaking repaired front teeth again! This is one day before taking a flight to Delhi to meet up with DH for a holiday (DH was at the end of a business trip) an urgent appointment at the dentist gave a temporary fix!! As DS was getting married 6 months later M-of-groom needed a camera-worthy smile. To cut a VERY LONG story short - it took 4 months of painful dental work and £4,000 to fix the damage.
My view - there is no 'best' way to fall...

Thanks jingl, I think others' falls were more spectacular and probably far more public and painful

The Air Ambulance was very noisy and I was a bit cross because a) I couldn't see out, b) the paramedic cut my dress off me because there wasn't enough room to manoeuvre it off me because of the drip/oxygen ungrateful cow aren't I?

Seriously though, it's scary how quickly you can go from vertical to horizontal and the damage that's done, not only physically but also psychologically. I was so scared of doing it again, and it's taken ages to get my confidence up when walking on uneven surfaces (mainly because my ankles are weakened).

Never mind, at least I'm in one piece again!

6 years ago on a Sunday, the day before my last day at work on retirement.
I handwashed DH white bowling jacket and went out the back door with it dripping to hang on the line. Tripped over the bottom of the door frame and down two steps..staggered several feet, hit the garage wall and fell down with forehead hitting the top of an iron gate. All the while trying not to drop the white jacket.

I saw blood, lots of it, called on DH who was reading the Sunday papers. As he came out I said I'm bleeding. DH grabbed a towel, I knew by his face it was bad. A flap of flesh was hanging down. DH wrapped my head and called for ddil who lived next door. Ddil took my pulse, made an ice pack from frozen veg. Gave me two paracaetamol and told me I'd be ok. I'd been quite calm until she said that...then the tears and shakes came.

DH got me to hospital a & e within 15 minutes. Head wrapped in a blood soaked towel. 14 stitches and I was home within the hour. Excellent NHS.

Next day I went to work as a special lunch had been arranged. Dark glasses to cover two black eyes, one of which was completely closed. My fringe hiding most of the stitches.

DH said he should wear a sign saying....It wasn't me!!

Not really! Carry on.

ok. sympathy only on here please

My fall was 30 odd years ago. My future SIL was giving me and DS2 a lift to Church. The parking was on a very rough piece of ground, and as I got out of the car, put a foot into a big hole. I fell twisting both ankles quite badly. DSIL said to DS, " where's your mother gone? Went home and put feet up with bags of frozen veg on each ankle. They haven't been right since, and are always swollen.

How about in front of the whole village during the mothers' race at the primary school sports years ago? I tripped over nothing at all but went full length on the grass. No harm done, apart from my pride, and possibly that of my DC. Five minutes later one of the fathers did exactly the same thing in the same place which made me feel better.
Hope you aren't too sore jings.

This goes back a few years, but lives long in the memory. I was sanding our downstairs floors with an exceedingly heavy hired sander in very hot weather and sweating profusely feeling the heat. Closed the curtains and stripped down to bra and pants, DH's biggest hanky round my mouth, biggest sunglasses on (safety first ). Carrying our big old radio through from the kitchen I tripped over a roll of carpet and fell full-length onto radio, cracking bosom and chin smartly and narrowly missing knocking myself out on a handily placed stone doorstop. I've often wondered what the paramedics would have thought if I had done and they'd had to break in.

jingl my sister did the same thing about two weeks ago and she still has a very sore swollen knee and lumbago as a result of twisting her back. I only ever fall over if I am wearing a floaty skirt so that all the world and his brother can see my pants

Best way is to trip over DH's feet which he could have moved, teeter across the sitting room doing that sort of run where the top half moves faster than the legs, flail wildly to catch sofa to break fall, not quite make it but make it far enough to force outstretched arm behind head with a sickening crack. Cue DH trying to move me into recovery position as he thought I'd had a stroke/cardiac event and me hissing 'don't touch me' through gritted teeth. I had broken my shoulder - fracture of the greater tuberosity for you medical types. 6 weeks eith broken wing in a sling and fostering my eating/writing with left hand skills. Don't even mention showering or the difficulty in finding s front fastening soft bra.

And the medal (quite definitely) goes to.......... loopy!!!!

Were you sick in the Air Ambulance?

Ouch, they all sound painful...... I bet there's more bruises yet to materialise, and probably aches and pains in odd places.

My very unspectacular fall onto my hands and knees resulted in total dislocation and 8 fractures to one ankle (which didn't hurt at the time) and the other one very badly sprained. All caused by catching my heel on a kerb. I ended up blocking the route around the car park - massively embarrassing and drawing a crowd of onlookers when the Air Ambulance arrived.

The strangest thing was it happened so quickly I didn't even remember thinking 'I'm falling'.......

I usually like to have DH around if head hitting is involved, to reassure me that I'm not actually going to die. #dramaqueen

I just tried to kneel down and - ouch! Had a look and bruise and swelling coming on nicely!

It's scary isn't it kitty? Once you realise you can't stop yourself.....

kitty, that reminds me of something I posted yonks ago about slipping down the stairs naked in response to a call from Mr P re cat vomit, can't find it though, probably just as well!

We have narrow back stairs that come down right outside the kitchen door at 90 degrees to the door. The hand rail, which we put up as DS used the bedroom and sitting room above the kitchen, has a lovely shiny brass nodule on the end. It hurts!