Mercifully was too unconscious to remember it. However the reports are pretty much that I pitched sideways into the floor from a standing position, growled, and did the dying cockroach for about 1 and half minutes. I bit my tongue to the point where it swelled to about twice its size and I couldn't eat for three days. I bruised my hip so that it was hard to walk afterwards. Mentally, it was like slogging through molasses to think.
The worst part of it was that I only got a day off from Navy duty so I had to get into uniform and go back into that room to face down 9 sets of eyes full of pity and the slight fear that it was contagious. They treated me as if I were fragile or insane or both. I couldn't even go to the bathroom by myself for a week. I hate pity and that's all I got it. That and those looks.
All in all, I'd rather have a cracked skull than the embarassment that goes with it.
Actually, I laugh upon it now as you will some day I hope.
It was winter and I left work to get into my car, it had been out all night on the parking lot and was coated in ice.
I got out my pitiful scraper and began trying to clear off the front window. The ice was so thick it snapped my scraper in half. Busted it clean off the end.
I'm tired, cold and frustrated.
I throw what's left of the scraper down in disgust and swear. The momentum of my arm coming down that hard trew off my balance and I went heels up, butt down right there beside my car.
It's pretty comical looking back on it now, it must have been from a distance.
Broke my leg in high school playing football. It was just a pick up weekend game. But I had more balls then brains and made the mistake of thinking I could go through someone much bigger than me, rather than go around him. He didn't budge. I went down backwards, leg behind me. You could hear the snap.
Almost exactly 10 years later. A Saturday morning basketball game. I made the mistake of going into a full court game with no warm up, no stretching. Within the first couple of minutes I leaped to try and stop the ball from going out of bounds. Landed badly... broke my leg in almost exactly the same spot I had done 10 years earlier. Embarrassing because it was just dumb on my part, I should have known better.
Oh Siren, I hope you're okay now! I hope you heal quickly
Most embarrassing fall, hmmm I think it would have to be when I was getting out of my boss' truck and he told me to be careful and I said, I could see the ice, and it did look pretty slick, managed to get out of the truck okay, even got into the building alright too, then I came back out to put salt down and was walking backwards and hit a really slick spot and slid down the hill a good 10 feet on my ass, trying not to panic and break anything in the process. All in all, there were only about 15 people that saw it that I know of, unfortunately, one of them was the banker that I had just applied for a loan thru, he was coming in for me to sign some papers. My boss has yet to let me live that down and it's been almost 3 months!
I was sitting on one of those tricycle things that has the really big front wheel and it was slowly rolling backwards. So slowly I didn't notice til I noticed I was falling. I had rolled backwards into a large ditch and fell a pretty good ways.
The last thing I saw was the edge of the cliff as I fell and I woke up later at the bottom under the big wheel thing.
My most embarrassing fall was when I was 16. I was a ballerina, and was looked at for a professional company near where I lived. I had a solo performance that I had painstakingly rehearsed and felt ready for. Out onto the stage I go. I performed smoothly for the first minute or so of the dance. The spotlight hit me right in the eyes at exactly the wrong moment. I came out of a series of spins and lost my spot...I staggered, and twisted my ankle. Down I went. Mid stage. The light stayed on. The guy doing the lights was supposed to know enough to shut it off if a dancer didn't get back on her feet. Noooooo...he had to leave it on so the entire audience could see me being carried offstage. I was completely humiliated. Then I carried the name Twinkle Toes.
I swear, reading all that made me laugh and cringe at the same time. Siren, I hope you're doing ok, hon.
KM - the dying cockroach line made me laugh out loud.
I'll never forget the time me and my ex went bowling. I was trying to show off in front of this huge crowd of people in the lane next to ours.. and I'd just recently gone to the bathroom, so apparently my bowling shoes had gotten a little wet. I get my ball and step up onto the lane.. and as I go forward, my shoes didn't slide... so I actually did an entire flip in midair before landing flat on my back. lol I really wasn't hurt that badly, but the huge crowd of people found the episode absolutely hilarious.
most embarising..... grade 9 going to school in the winter in my uniform, I lived across the street from the school and had the field I had to walk through, the whole thing froze that winter.... what everyone thought was solid, I go walking to school, the ice brakes, I slide the intire way to school on my ass, through the water..... over a football field in legth, I mannaged a five min walk in 2 mins on my ass and half the school seen. So I had to walk home and change my cloths.... but at least i didn't have to wear my uniform that day
Sophmore year in high school, I was wearing my new bitch boots, went up to my knee, huge heels, shiny, the works. I was walking down a flight of stairs to go to Geomintry, and I missed a stair, and fell down the crouded stair case, taking ten people down with me. Being the big, inner city school I was in, people laughed rather than try and help me up....
I limped off to class, and when the teacher saw me, she sent me down to the nurces office (escorted by the guy I had the hugest crush on). The whole way down, said guy was saying things like "I can't believe you did that" and "Way to go, Crash". Thus is how I aquired my nickname "Crash"
Once upon a time I was delivering a large amount of paper goods to a store, the goods in question were bundled so that I could carry one load, weighing about 120 lbs on one shoulder and another in one hand, delivering the two packages at a time meant that I only needed to take 3 or 4 trips...
Ominous word trips...
I had one package on my shoulder and the other held in my right hand as I walked towards the curd from the truck.
I caught the toe of my left boot on the curb; I could not stop the fall now it was started.
I could not save myself from the fall right in front of three people walking on the sidewalk, there was nothing I could do as I plunged face first towards the concrete...Or was there...
I threw my right hand and it's package forward, throwing the parcel as far in front of me as I could.
I thrust the parcel off my left shoulder, the pedestrians stopping in their tracks as they could see me just about to smack the sidewalk with my face.
I tucked my head into my chest and hit the sidewalk with my right shoulder...
Rolling over it and then over my back to land right back on my feet, a perfect shoulder roll to save my face from its appointment with the hard cold concrete.
As I found myself back on my feet the three people waiting for the smack of my head on the sidewalk were totally still...
I took one more step forward bending my knees to pick up the package that started on my shoulder with my left hand and half a pace later the right hand package with my right hand.
I just had to keep walking as if nothing had happened, while the three bodies hung in space around me, all in various poses that suggested they were about to offer helping hands to get me back to my feet, or commiserate with me for head butting the pavement.
I tried to keep walking without looking back, but I could not do it.
The glance over my shoulder told it all, they were still frozen in the poses that they had assumed prior to my shoulder roll and pick up.
Yes I was embarassed by this fall... but also just a little pleased.
EZ
Ps. Hold that thought (and that smile) I have found a more embarassing fall I must tell any who are interested about after dinner.
I spent most of my childhood falling on my head. I was what you'd call accident prone. No one incident was more embarassing as any other.
Worst was when I was chasing the dog over some freshly washed concrete in slippers that had no tread. That's the only time I've seen stars.
Got hit with the boom sailing last year. We were rounding a mark and taking the spinnaker down. I was about to gather the sail in on the port side when the skippers said no take it down to starboard. I argued because the pole was still up and in the way, making it impossible to take the sail down anyway. I turned around to pull it down on the port side as we made the turn. Boom came across and whacked me pretty good in the temple. Probably sounded like an aluminum bat hitting a ripe melon. I went down in a pile on the starboard side (managed to stay in the boat). I bolted right up but wasn't "all there" for about 10 seconds. Bent my sunglasses (a cheap pair I wear because I've lost some expensive ones over the side) and left me very tender around my eye. Worst part was hearing it after the race from all the other boats who witnessed and heard it.
Most embarrassing. First date. Guy meets me at place, arrives early. I am ready but just feeding my cat. Let him in.
Saying hi, blah, blah, just feeding cat.
Get cat food and spoon, walk out back door to cats dish. He follows me. Cat whizzes past, I fall down onto concrete, glasses fall off, smash, my knee smacks onto concrete, use hand to break fall. Cat food tin falls out of other hand. Tin hits ground, cat food splatters me in the face.
Blech. Injuries: One very skinned, swollen knee, small piece of glass in eye (easily removed and eye washed out at Doc's surgery), sore hand and a very bruised ego. Out of pocket to replace new lense in glasses.
Outcome? Total embarrassment and the date ended up including a visit to the doctor's surgery.
I can totally relate to everyone's stories. Worst fall was off a bed, onto a concrete floor & a heavy wooden headboard fell on top of me. Flat face, 2 huge black eyes and of course it was right before Christmas, so lots of pictures of me looking like a raccoon. I was only 4, so it could have been worse, but my face looked horrible. I have had more falls, most of which have been totally humiliating, but only 2 broke anything. There is a reason that my wonderful brother in law & the evil monster girl niece gave me my lovely nickname. "Lady Grace Trip-a-Lot"
Siren, I hope you get back to 100 % soon. Take care of yourself.