Any other tragically clumsy people out there?

WebyJ, With all your injuries did you mention them to immigration, cause you could break the NHS you know?

Am I the only one reading this thread who cringes with each line they read? 

WebyJ, With all your injuries did you mention them to immigration, cause you could break the NHS you know?

No I didn't  ...To be honest, I had been accident free for 11 years before I tripped off the curb in November!  

Oh I forgot one!

When I was 8 I just got home from church with my parents and my cousin & I were running through the kitchen in our stocking feet and swinging around the posts seperating the dining room from the living foom and lost my grip on the post going head first into the corner of it...I have a permanent dent in my forehead to this day! Which I why I have fringe/bangs.

Am I the only one reading this thread who cringes with each line they read? 

no.

I have lots of bruises but I have never sprained anything or broken a bone.

My bones are indestructible.

Shhh! I said that same thing the day before I tripped (on gravel at the park while running!) and broke my finger! My 35 year streak- broken (har har).

I fell in the pharmacy yesterday. I was coming from the shampoo aisle and I think someone must have spilled some shampoo and it didn't get cleaned up very well because it was really slick in one spot where I stepped and my foot went right out from under me and down I went...hard! And right in front of 2 people. My knees are bruised today and I'm a bit sore but more embarrassed than anything.

Last Friday afternoon, I was walking home after being in town, and I was looking at my mobile, not paying attention, while walking along on the icy pavement.

<splat,boom!>

Right on my bum. A woman driving into the lane had a right giggle, and it was more of a shock to my system because of the icy feeling on my bum. I was totally fine, and I dusted myself off and continued on. Luckily, DH and the IL's were still out doing the weekly shopping, and no one was home. When DH and I were alone, I told him what happened, and he was surprised, because I was laughing about it.

He said, "Well, you were crying that time you fell in the park and got mud on your jeans. What's different now?" 

I hadn't thought about that, because that was ages and ages ago, but, I just shrugged and said that it was because no one else knew about the whole thing, and that I didn't get mud on myself this time.