Any other tragically clumsy people out there?

 I am currently suffering from two self inflicted injuries, and this is a common theme in my life. I'm always knocking into things and getting bruises, spilling things, etc etc.

 Yesterday DF's cousin asked me to show him the tattoo on my wrist, and when I lifted my hand up, I somehow scratched the hell out of my nose and it left an unattractive and painful cut. My left hand is scratched up and bruised because I misjudged the speed of the automatic door at the shop and I somehow banged my poor hand into it HARD, I thought I had broken it! (my hand, not the door)

 I spend so much time thinking about something other than the task at hand(like...walking from point a to point b without becoming severely injured), and it makes me into a lumbering oaf!



 Is anyone else out there similarly afflicted?

 What sort of silly self inflicted injuries have you incurred?



 

I wouldn't say I was tragically clumsy... but just today I slammed the friggin door right on my hand. It hurt...alot. It's one of those things that I rarely do but when it happens I think to my self "Idiot!" lol Hope you heal fast Dangerface!

I have always been a total klutz.  I can trip on my own feet if there is nothing else to trip over.  I drop things.  I loose things.  I am continually having mishaps.  My poor husband.  It seems my feet really favour kicking his toes for some reason.  I've jabbed him, poked him, yanked his hair, spilled things on him, all by accident.  I burn my hands and fingers all the time on the oven.  I've really surprised myself this year in that I haven't broken any dishes......yet. 

Yeah, I'm always walking into things and bruising myself.  I barely even notice it, but DH gets concerned.  I think I just bruise easily so the injuries look worse than they are. 

I'm the same way. I bruise easily...I can't tell you how many times I've walked just a bit too close to a door and caught my arm on the handle...or tripped over my own feet, tripped off curbs, stepped on DD's toys, etc.

My parents used to call me the 'accident waiting to happen' and that they should have named me 'Grace'  .

I'm forever bumping into stuff around the house.
Last week was a real doozy-I bumped my head about 4 times, on the same day, in different parts of the house!
Sometimes, when I'm changing, there'll be a new bruise, I'll rub it and think to myself,
 "Now, how's that happened?!" 

I got really lucky yesterday, because I managed to stop myself from slipping on icy pavement-AND- avoided globs of poop that were on the pavements as well. It also meant that I couldn't really look up, though, and sometimes got mildly smacked by branches.

Sometimes, I'll think about all the times I've hurt myself on accident, and I just laugh. DH will ask me what's up, and then think I'm weird for laughing about getting hurt!

 It's good to know that I am not alone:)


*drops laptop, pokes self in eye*

I am currently suffering from two self inflicted injuries, and this is a common theme in my life. I'm always knocking into things and getting bruises, spilling things, etc etc.

 Yesterday DF's cousin asked me to show him the tattoo on my wrist, and when I lifted my hand up, I somehow scratched the hell out of my nose and it left an unattractive and painful cut. My left hand is scratched up and bruised because I misjudged the speed of the automatic door at the shop and I somehow banged my poor hand into it HARD, I thought I had broken it! (my hand, not the door)

 I spend so much time thinking about something other than the task at hand(like...walking from point a to point b without becoming severely injured), and it makes me into a lumbering oaf!



 Is anyone else out there similarly afflicted?

 What sort of silly self inflicted injuries have you incurred?

Yes, I think you will like the NHS

I am really clumsy, but my excuse is that I'm blind in my right eye. I am constantly walking into walls, tripping and spilling things. DH thinks it's cute. 

Ha. I drop things so often that I've developed really fast reflexes to compensate. Like this morning, when I nearly dropped my iPhone down the stairs.

I also spend most of my time covered in mystery bruises. And, I fell off a horse once and managed to survive uninjured except for a black eye.  Which I had caused by punching myself in the face on the way down.

Me.  I trip just because my feet are there.  I walk into things. I drop things.  I have broken both my legs, had sooooooooooo many bruises, contusions, bumps, dislocated my hip, etc- all just by being me!     

My mom calls me "the clumsiest ballerina." She had to remove all of the photos from the hallway when I was a teen because I used to chaine turn down the hall and knock photos down like it was my job.  I've fallen offstage (Grease as a teen- the audience died laughing because I acted like it was planned), down flights of stairs, and I tripped on the treadmill at the gym tonight sending me into such fits of giggles I tripped again.  I do clumsy like no one's business.

Yeah, I'm a mess.  Constantly covered in non-serious cuts and bruises.  I think a lot of it is to do with really poor eyesight, but it actually made me feel better when I had some testing done a few years ago and the doctor pointed out a notable lack of coordination.  I mentioned it to my parents and, very matter of factly, they said, "Right, that's why we kept putting you in sports, in hopes it would improve.  You had terrible motor skills as a kid." 

 

Ahhh, apparently those years of humiliation had a purpose.

But now I just blow it off and tell people I'm clinically clumsy!

I bruise and scar easily, though, which is a bummer.  My forearms and shins (the prime smacking area) are covered in bruises and surface scars.  It upsets my husband, but it's not like I'm juggling chainsaws.  I'm just clumsy.

When I was 5, I gave myself a black eye & a concussion - was sliding down a firemen's pole on the playground & let go before I got to the bottom, hitting my face on the side of the sandbox at the bottom of the pole.  I don't remember how it happened (that's what they said I did) because I was out cold for awhile.  I was proud to have a better black eye than my brothers ever did.

Playing softball once - I hit the ball & couldn't for the life of me figure out where the ball had gone.  Until I looked up and it hit me square on the nose - causing the most spectacular double cascading gush of blood out my nostrils that went on for quite some time!

I whacked the side of my head onto the sharp corner of an old TV when I was a kid, and it bled like nobody's business!  Head injuries always do though.

I have a jagged scar (much faded now!) on the front of my right shin that a co-worker lovingly dubbed 'Frankenshin' - it has been Frankenshin every since.  That was from shortly after I left my 2nd husband 13+ years ago, walked out of a friend's house and, in a daze of absent-mindedness, just tumbled off her porch for no apparent reason.  The wound didn't knit together very well & was infected for a bit, so it ended up looking all jagged & nasty.

I fell and hurt my knee pretty badly on the last long distance walk we did (Cumbrian Way) back in June 2008.  And I was being so careful on all the climbing bits of the trail, steep edges, etc.  But I tripped & fell just walking over some small rocks and tree roots, which my knee then smashed into and swelled up to thrice is normal size.  Then I walked 60 more miles before going to A&E, which was really stupid.  It still has a numb spot (about the size of a 50p coin) on the knee's skin surface due to nerve damage.  Took a year for all the bruising to heal because I bruised it into the bone & the deep surrounding tissue.

I have also fallen face down into the mud when out walking in the country before.

Well...

When I was 7, I got a concussion and bit through my tongue in a sled riding incident. (I was so light that I flew over the snow barrier and went down into the depths of the woods, hitting a tree head first.)

One day when I was about 14, I fell down 3 flights of stairs in one day!

When I was 15 or 16 I was dancing and my knee popped out of place. So that I could actually see it sticking out. I had to pop it back in myself and was on crutches for a couple weeks. I still have trouble with it!

I've had so much more, but now I can just blame it on the MS. It's gotta be good for something, right?