Oh poor girl! I kiss your owies.

No falling here, but damn! I'm glad you're okay after your rough-n-tumble week. *hug*

Ouch, rainbaby. I'm sorry.

I fell down at work last year. I tripped over a step stool in a patient's room. There were several family members in the room visiting the patient. I fell face down and just as I was sprawled out and attempting to get up, an oncologist walks in to see her patient. She helps me up and checked out my knee-caps in the hallway. I had tears in my eyes from humiliation and the sting of knee pain. I got over it quickly. It's quite funny when I look back on it.

The rainbaby falls mainly on the plain.

I'm sending you hugs and a helmet.

Sorry for your trips, rainbaby! Glad you are okay.

Last semester I attended a symposium and went up on the stage at the end to talk with the presenters. I tried to maneuver my way around someone, got too close to the edge of the stage stairs, tripped over my shoes, and fell down the stairs and onto the auditorium floor. No lasting damage except for the lingering memory.

Aii! I can definitely sympathize... I put the Fall in summer this year, and apparently have the permanent scars to prove it. One of mine was with the dog, too, though she didn't make me fall. I dropped her leash when I went down, so I was just mostly panicked that she would dash off, but she didn't, so I was relieved, and with the adrenaline from the spill and what not, I walked home, then walked another block to take the trash out for some strange reason I don't comprehend (whistling past the graveyard?), all like "oh, it's a scrape, whatever, no biggie".

Well. It was a scrape, but super deep and damn nasty and wicked painful when the adrenaline wore off - and it took forever to heal (I guess because of its strange location on the top of my foot). Not a fun thing. My formerly gimpy leg salutes yours in commiseration.

Crazy week. Are you still working with that "you've got a stupid butt" trainer? Make sure she knows about the blood-sugar incident.

Stand in there.

Oh, sympathy! My problem is not usually falling, it's doing things with my hands that mix poorly with bad depth perception and distraction. Like opening my car door into my face. I still have a scar from that one.

Ouchy! Poor rainbaby!

My own issue? Knowing where my body parts are in space. I'm always walking into walls and doorways because I don't realise how far over I am. I'm sometimes inches off.

This manifested quite nastily the day I came home from the hospital with the 'podelette. Newly engorged breasts + me not realising where they are = walking into a doorframe boob-first and nearly fainting. I swear, I now think I have had the closest experience to the sort of sickening pain that men feel when they are hit in the balls.

Owwie! Poor rainbaby!

The most recent accident I had was walking up the hallway, in the dark, and the bathroom door was slightly ajar and I walked straight into the edge of it. Big bruise the length of my face, with extra bruises where my glasses hit, and my head was ringing for hours. Turning the light on is sometimes a very good idea.

I hope you stayed upright today!

There is a flight of stairs that I need to go up and down a dozen or so times per day, here at work.

I always grab the rail, knowing that it would be better to take it slow than to have a fall down those stairs.

*wishing he could give RB a bag of dried apples, or some such thing, to keep in her purse*

(((rainbaby)))

I have a pot of beef stew making itself all day. It felt like a beef stew kinda day.

Poor rainbaby!

I have no recent fall stories of my own, but my boss fell today. We were cleaning out the drains in our prep area, and he specifically made comments to me to make me aware of the hole in the floor. In a not-too-kind way (as in: you're clumsy, red, so watch it there.) Only to show me some paperwork, and ignore his own warning - caught his foot in the hole, and went down. It was hard not to laugh once I knew he wasn't hurt. I laughed anyway.

Ouchie for you!

I had a clutz moment myself this weekend. Went camping up in the mountains, and almost fell into the firepit when the grate decided to attack me. I caught myself with just a grate mark on my pants, though. Oh, and a triangle of epidermis torn right off the heel of my left hand. Bleh. The bandaid won't stick to the palm, so it flaps off a lot.