Clumsiness and accidents

Manchester Metro?

Ow that must have hurt. It's always the unexpected moments that stick with us tho right.

I've had a lot of accidents. One where I got a brand new phone and dropped it within minutes or getting it out the box, it landed hard on the tiled kitchen floor and cracked the screen all over; nearly £1,000 blown bc of my inability to be careful. Massive sense of humour failure at the time.

A more fun accident was after I decorated my room; stood there admiring my paint and then yawned and leaned against the wall leaving a hand print against the new paint. I couldn't help but laugh silly afterwards when I realised what I had just done.

And lastly a more recent accident was when I got the milk in and tripped over my cat and dropped the crate. Milk and glass everywhere. I had the difficult task of stopping my cat from drinking the milk and cutting itself and not cutting my feet on the glass. 

I should be used to these mishaps as I've been like this 19 yrs yet I'm always initially surprised when they occur.

Yesterday I tripped and fell coming out of the metro. My foot got caught on something somehow, and down I went. I still have plenty of sore and aching muscles. The first aid lady insisted on bandaging my knee, which got a scratch. After that I continued on my merry way. 

I bet your friends husband was like "What did I just witness?" Lol. I hate that when loads of things get dropped at once. I've had it before where I dropped a glass and then got another one and dropped that as well. I remember my daughter at the time giggling behind me and I told her "It's not funny young lady". Lol.

Ouch, that must have been so painful! Nice of the waiters to keep bringing you ice for your head though. I'm saddened to think that not many places in the UK would be as caring if it happened here. So nice of them to drive you back home too. I'm sorry that happened to you but I'm glad you were looked after so well.

My Dyspraxia isn't so bad, now. I've better balance.

One trick, taught by a now deceased BFF, is to hum while I'm walking with a cup of tea in my hand. I use that tactic whenever I'm walking on a floor my cleaner mopped. Even with the shoes I bought last summer, where I once slid on wet ground with them, I can cope better.

I felll down a rabbit hole whilst thinking about Lewis Carroll!

I'm sure my bottom lip has a hole in it for liquid to dribble out of, especially when I have new clothes or I'm out.

Walls and other supposedly inanimate objects leap out at me, I'm always covered in scrapes and bruises.

I do everything at 3/4 speed. I bang plates on cupboard edges. I look at the ground for slippy spots when I should be admiring the view. I don't have dyspraxia on the level that some people do, but definately a mild form of it, so I do things a bit more slowly. I HAVE TO wear slippers because I would kick my toes several times a day. My slippers save me much pain - you can guarantee if I don't put them on, I will stub my toe.

You reminded me of a story from years ago.

I was at a friend's house and she walked into the doorway from the kitchen with a plate of garlic bread, which she dropped on the floor.

I jumped up to help her and knocked over my glass of red wine.

Her husband just looked at us both in despair.

I have a NYE story too.

I hadn't had much to drink but I fell down a staircase at an Indian restaurant and bashed my head on a wall.

I had a huge bruise on my head and the waiters kept bring me out ice for it.

In the end our taxi didn't turn up (around 1am) and the waiters (owners) drove us home, bless them.

I think I was a little concussed actually.

Dyspraxia and autism are related.

I am always bumping into things in my house that have been there forever (eg. doorways).

Half the time I don't know where my body is in relation to anything, including my brain.

https://www.nhs.uk/conditions/developmental-coordination-disorder-dyspraxia-in-adults/#:~:text=Dyspraxia%2C%20also%20known%20as%20developmental,learning%20to%20drive%20a%20car.

I couldn't bring myself to read or look at such a horror story.

One I can think of was on New Year's Eve, unboxed these rather lovely wine glasses and took the utmost care and time doing it so they didn't break. I poured some wine into my glass and as I was walking back to the front room I dropped it. Don't ask me how! It rolled across the carpet, hitting the leg of the coffee table, and then breaking.

Not the first, nor the last time my clumsy nature cost me like that.

Joan, I hope you're not implying that SpikeyMark had intentionally set out to massacre the gingerbread people. 

Off the top of my head, one thing I can recall is walking straight into a lamp post when I was a teenager, despite knowing it was there. In my defence, I had been walking at a brisk pace because I thought I was going to miss the school bus. However, there was something I had wanted to check inside my school bag. Instead of doing the sensible thing and stopping, I carried on walking... and then smacked my head off the lamp post. Both the lamp post and I were fine, although I did feel like an absolute idiot.