So, I think I broke my toe.  I nearly fell down the stairs, and somehow in stopping myself injured my toe.  I didn't bang it on anything, I had it bent under my foot and then kind of slid on it forward hard, and now it just keeps swelling up, and it's turning funny colors and hurts like you wouldn't believe.

It'll be fine eventually... I've broken toes before.  I'm just amused at how clumsy I am.   


What's your most impressive injury due to clumsiness?

Lets see,
1- tripping over an old-school ball return at the bowling alley and dropping a six pound ball on my thumb at age 5?
2- tripping over a  (single) step the niight before Easter and breaking three bones in the foot at age 7?
3- dismounting a bike less-than gracefully - a week after getting out of the last cast - and breaking two bones in the other foot?
4- falling down a neighbor's steps and breaking my collar bone at age 11?
5- falling up a set of concrete steps in the rain in my mid thirties - another broken foot?
6- the horse went left and I didn't (she thought the chipmunk was going to eat her) resulting in a broken elbow in my mid 40's?

The toes I don't count, as mostly they were broken by large animals standing on them.  And I never had the nose x-rayed after diving into a neighbor's pool at the wrong depth.

I did do a pretty spectacular unauthorized dismount early in my adult riding career when a stirrup leather broke on me at a canter.  I actually cartwheeled off the side of the horse (it had to be around a corner, didn't it) into six inches of water on wet sand.  A spectaor friend gave me a 9 for the dive (and yes, I washed off, borrowed a shirt, and got back on.  I was lessoning with my 7 and 10 year olds).

These are funny!  Here's one.  Picture  me, 8 months pregnant on Christmas Day. I have 3 other kids that are screaming and fighting(we are at grandma's house) so,  I run in to break it up and my foot got caught in one of those bead toys like they have at DR's offices.  I fall flat on my face and scream!  Kids all think it is a little funny!  All the adults run in thinking I'm in labor  Well, ends up I broke the bone on the top of my foot.  Luckily hubby is a fireman and knows people at the hospital.  Got us in and out quick anyway.  Since then, I don't allow bead toys in my house

   ...How did you get ON the table?

These are funny.  I burst out laughing at Julz' and it's making me feel less stupid.     (And I don't even want to think about how many times I've tripped over toys.    )

I have no clue how I got on the table!  I had my ways when I was little 
Oh, another:
I use to play a game on the bed with my dad when I was 5, where he sorta flung me around  Once I rolled when he flung me because I thought it would be more fun (this is my fault completely) and I scraped my cheek on the dresser, and now I have a scar 

I'm a little amazed that I've managed to reach the tenth grade without a single broken bone. I've been badly cut, yes, to the point of stitches, and my most painful injury by far is pulling a quad in seventh grade (ouch). I've been known to leap mountain-goat style down steep rocks on a mountainside, not one of the most intelligent choices to make, I know, looking back; especially when we're a few miles of hiking away from the road. I'm just good on my feet.

Oh well. My only ER injury is when my father gave me permission to use a deadly sharp pocket knife to open a package before the third grade and I accidentally slashed myself halfway down my forearm. Twenty-four whole stitches. Now my arm has grown without the scar keeping up, but it's a nasty three-inch knotted white centipede down the inside. The remnants of stitching are still very visible. I'm just fortunate that it's on the inside, close to my body.

And I didn't cry. Not once. I even said "cool!" when I looked over at the unfinished stitching job in the ER. I'm just that kind of child 

For any of you out there that read the Harry potter books,call me Tonks,that's the nickname my brother gave me.    I'm a bit of a klutz. I've never broken,or sprained anything,never gone to the ER,though I'm still a tad klutzy.

-I was just walking once,and my leg fell asleep,so I fell down,flat on my face. Wasn't totally my fault,but when I got back up,I tripped anyways,just because.
-Last Winter,a friend of mine and I were sliding across a large,iced-over baseball field at our school,I was walking along,and slipped,the ice under me broke,and I scraped my face with the ice.
-I was walking up some stairs at my sister's house,and decided it would be fun to slide down them(They were carpeted.). So I sat at the top,and started to slide down,but wouldn't slide down for some reason,I suddenly fell down,head first,my head slammed into the wall. Nothing serious,though I was sore after that.
-Another time,I was jumping up the stairs two,or three at a time,when I reached the top,I jumped again,to find there were no more stairs to go up. I hit my face on the wall in front of the stairs.
-I was on our swing-set once,and wanted to see how high I could swing,. I went higher,and higher,the swing flipped over completely,I landed on my head,got up,and tripped over the swing! ..Somehow.
-My brother and I were on our bikes once,I got off to fix my helmet or something,and set my bike down on the ground,since the kickstand doesn't reach the ground for some reason. My brother said something to me,I started to walk towards him,and completely forgot about my bike,and tripped over it,landing on the cement,and cut my face. I'd like to see a bike helmet protect my head from THAT kind of thing!
-A weird moment here,this one time I was just sitting in a chair,and suddenly fell off,NO IDEA how. 
-Ah,you won't believe the numerous times I've tripped while playing DDR,the mat slides around sometimes,causing me to trip,and fall on my back. Ouch. 
-I have a over-energetic little sister,who likes to run around the kitchen table,see where this is leading? I was chasing her around,and suddenly tripped over something..It was the table leg.
-My little sister is constantly leaving sharp,little plastic toys out,I trip over them ALL THE TIME. It drives me crazy,almost more than my mom who is a neat freak. 
-I was walking the dog once,and started to run,I tripped of course,and was bleeding the whole way home.
-I was typing something,(I think it was on here. *Nerd moment* )and tried to push the desk chair back,for some reason,it wouldn't budge. I put my hands on the desk,and pushed,the desk chair tipped backwards,I fell,and hit my head on the cat food dishes that are behind the computer desk,it hurt an awful lot,and  both bowls tipped over,getting wet cat food in my hair.
I've got quite a few others,these were just ones off the 'top of my head.' Get it? I've hurt my head an awful lot of times,so..yeah. Whoa,wrote a lot here,see how many times I've tripped,and injured myself? ::0

I have done lots of things but this is the only one that ended up with serious injuries.  I managed to seriously break my arm while swimming when I was about 10. 
Backyard, 4' above ground pool, older sister baby sitting, I'm playing in the pool with one of my friends.  I hop up on the edge of the pool to 'dive' back in and instead of into the pool I fell backwards.  And fyi, all around the outside of the pool is lawn, no deck or patio stones or anything, so who knows how I broke things.

I do not know all the technicalities of what I did to my arm but I know I broke both bones in my lower arm down near my wrist and I shattered pretty much everything in my elbow, including an unclosed growth plate.
I had surgery to put all the pieces back together and I wore a cast for a VERY long time.  I missed an entire year of gym in school, which to me was a good thing.

As you can imagine my sister did not appreciate me doing this while she was baby sitting.

The only other thing along those lines I remember was also while my poor sister was baby sitting.  I was using a pocket knife to drill a hole in a Popsicle stick.  The knife closed on my fingers.  Ooops.

I am a klutz though.  I am always injured in some way or the other.  I too fall up stairs, etc.

I managed to break my nose playing ball tag.  Now the funny thing is that I was in my 20's and playing ball tag with a few kids at daycare.  I apparently was playing to win...LOL.  The one boy was hiding under a jungle gym. I bent down to throw the ball at him, stood up real quick to run away and smacked my head into part of the jungle gym breaking my nose.  It was quite embarrassing at that time, now I just laugh about it.

Yeay clumsy people!!!!

#1 - Flipped myself over while trying to jump rope when I was 4 and broke my wrist with my chin.  I swear Mr. Rogers just wasn't teaching it right...
#2 - Slipped off a slip and slide and broke my wrist (or elbow?) when I was 5 or 6
#3 - Cousin was swinging me around in a circle by my arms when I was 5 or 6 and broke my elbow or wrist again (I always forget which broke when with those two)
#4 - Fell down the stairs and sprained both knees while I was in 4th grade - crutches for months
#5 - Tripped over a suitcase in our upstairs hallway and broke my wrist with my chin - again - when I was probably 9 or 10
#6 - Stepped off a curb while heading for the school bus when I was 14 and broke a bone on the side of my foot
#7 - Cracked a rib while coughing while I had bronchitis when I was 17
#8 - Fell off of a loading dock backwards hitting the ground with the dead center of my spine (I arched my back to reach forward to try and grab something, but there was nothing to grab) after my hand slipped off of the door handle of the truck I was trying to get into.  Didn't break anything, but I couldn't quite walk right for a little bit.  Oh, and I was 22 and working at my zoo at the time.
#9 - Evil barred owl taloned me in the side of the head, while I was trying to leave her food at the end of the day and wasn't watching her.  She was always clicking and warning people, but she was all talk no action.  Until she decided to go after me.  Evil evil girl.  But I should have been watching her.

Eh..there are many many more, but I'm done writing them all out.

I just have to say 2 things:  I'm amazed my mom wasn't investigated for child abuse when I was little and boy did workers comp hate me while I was working at the zoo!