My Best Fall Yet Doesn't happen often but this is a cracker!!
#1
Posted 18 May 2008 - 08:52 PM
Anyway we just had a few days staying at the Crowne Plaza in Liverpool. Oh yes its posh, and what better way to get the staff to remember you than do something 'dramatic'! We were sitting in the lounge with the children just having a drink (coffee!) when we needed something from the car so I said Id pop out to get it. The hotel has revolving doors, the sort of thing Ive negotiated loads of times before without so much as a bump. So one second Im going round the door and the next Im over on my back with my feet dangling over my head shouting Shite at the top of my voice. Not only that, but I was jammed inside the door so I couldnt get up, or out and they couldnt move the door either!
Within seconds a male member of staff squeezed in with me and managed to move the door round just enough so 2 others could come and haul me up!! All the time Im making light of the whole thing.......!!!! But really just how embarrased was I. My husband was totally oblivious to the whole incident but the time I got back to him I was scarlet with embarrasment! But they didnt forget us in a hurry!
As for injuries I gave the back of my head a real crack on the door (OUCH!) and Ive got some wonderful bruises running up both arms. How it happened I shall never know thats for sure!
#2
Posted 18 May 2008 - 10:48 PM
I SURVIVED THE CROWN PLAZA, LIVERPOOL'S REVOLVING DOORS
T-shirt!!!
Glad you made it out in one piece!
#3
Posted 19 May 2008 - 06:38 PM
You're expecting? Baby number two? Congratulations!!!
I'd rather regret the things I've done than regret the things I haven't done.
#4
Posted 20 May 2008 - 03:19 PM
Caqte
#5
Posted 22 May 2008 - 05:31 PM
I was never exactly graceful before my car accident that put me in a wheelchair, so you can only imagine how poised I am now...my favorite fall was in the middle of my psychology class. I pretty much gave my professor a heart attack in the middle of her lecture on how stress effects the brain...something I wouldn't know anything about...ha.
#6
Posted 24 May 2008 - 03:17 PM
A few days ago I was transferring from my chair to my couch and went forward. I twisted my ankle and knee and landed on my leg. I cried like a baby. I thought I broke my leg. I went to a doctor and they took x-rays. Luckily it was only a bad sprain. The swelling is finally down and the pain is bearable.
I laugh when someone says be more careful. It has nothing to do with being careful. I am always careful but I just loose my balance sometimes.
Carole
#7
Posted 24 May 2008 - 03:35 PM
carole338, on May 24 2008, 09:17 AM, said:
A few days ago I was transferring from my chair to my couch and went forward. I twisted my ankle and knee and landed on my leg. I cried like a baby. I thought I broke my leg. I went to a doctor and they took x-rays. Luckily it was only a bad sprain. The swelling is finally down and the pain is bearable.
I laugh when someone says be more careful. It has nothing to do with being careful. I am always careful but I just loose my balance sometimes.
Carole
Yes, I hate it when they say "be more careful" or "don't over work yourself." Sheesh, like we're trying to hurt ourselves or exhaust ourselves! But we do have lives, and need to live them.
Sandy
#8
Posted 24 May 2008 - 09:28 PM
My right leg is apmutated but I tell you if my left foot was exrayed its probably broke, and broke, and broke.
I go out the door and hit the framwork all the time and hit my foot on the pedal and turn my foot backwards.
The funniest two are at my church I always sit up front and so does another lady in my church so they cut the second pew out on each end so we could sit inside the aisle. To get inside the spot I have to parallel my chair so one Sunday morining I pull up and am backing into the spot and I get hung sideways between the pew in front and back. Im always late and my daughter tells me "Mom can you please get to church on time because you fly down the aisle wide open and you chair sqeeks". Well one morining I was late and I pulled out in the aile to turn to parallel park my chair and I got hung between the pew in front and back of me. I put my chair in high speed and took off.
Then my duaghter got married this Oct. and my nephew was to walk beside my chair. We get to the same cut out pew so I will be inside the aisle and my dad is sitting behind me. I pull up and take my time to get paralleled in the pew and I remembe my Dad is sitting behind me with his feet sticking out. Since the pew is short his feet show. Im not use to someone sitting behind me and I can't see the floor behind me.
My dad wears 13-1/2 shoes. I back up and Im praying Lord don't let me hit his feet, don't let me hit his feet. After the wedding everyone was coming up to me saying Bill was backing up and up on that pew to keep you from hitting his feet.
I just wish I could have seen him.
Anyone have a story to share?
#9
Posted 25 May 2008 - 10:42 PM
City Girl, on May 19 2008, 02:38 PM, said:
Hi, I'm also living in Toronto. There are some really horrible sidewalks near here! One down the street has a huge lump of concrete in the middle that is all cracked and goes way up over a huge tree root, and about 50 feet after that there's an open hole just big enough to get your front wheel caught in!
The street was being resurfaced in front of my building awhile ago, and there was a pretty bad curbcut where the bricks were loose and there was a deep rut that I got caught in a lot. My boyfriend was on his way to the store and stopped and asked if they could make the street level with the sidewalk so it was really smooth, and mentioned I was a wheelchair user. Now it is one of the best curb cuts in the city! LOL!
#10
Posted 26 May 2008 - 12:46 AM
At about 6 months I'm in my chair, breaks on, bent over, tying one of my tennis shoes. Seat belt fastened? Don't be ridiculous! Seat belt? We don't need no stinking seat belt! At which point my Baclofen level decides to hit an all time low and I have the mother of all leg spasms. At 300 pounds I am then catapulted up and out of my chair landing a good 3-4 feet away.
Naturaly I'm the only one home at the time and my cell fone is across the room on my bedside table. Had to shimmy my fat ass to the fone, (exausting) and call the fire department (embarassing) to send " at least 3 strapping lads" (really embarassing) to hoist me back into my conveyence.
Now you may ask. E-dog, did you learn anything from this experience? Uh huh, yup, yup, yup!
Keep the fone close. Yup, yup, yup!
E
If I can shatter my ego, remove all sense of pride, and attain complete humility, I can never be embarassed again.
Looks good on paper, terrific in theory. But try to practice it on a daily basis? That's a tough one.
I will nevah, EVAH take a pinch from a greasy muddahf*@kah like you!
How 'bout if I spell it out for ya. D-I-L-L-I-G-A-F
#11
Posted 26 May 2008 - 02:28 AM
E-DOG, on May 25 2008, 08:46 PM, said:
At about 6 months I'm in my chair, breaks on, bent over, tying one of my tennis shoes. Seat belt fastened? Don't be ridiculous! Seat belt? We don't need no stinking seat belt! At which point my Baclofen level decides to hit an all time low and I have the mother of all leg spasms. At 300 pounds I am then catapulted up and out of my chair landing a good 3-4 feet away.
Naturaly I'm the only one home at the time and my cell fone is across the room on my bedside table. Had to shimmy my fat ass to the fone, (exausting) and call the fire department (embarassing) to send " at least 3 strapping lads" (really embarassing) to hoist me back into my conveyence.
Now you may ask. E-dog, did you learn anything from this experience? Uh huh, yup, yup, yup!
Keep the fone close. Yup, yup, yup!
E
If I can shatter my ego, remove all sense of pride, and attain complete humility, I can never be embarassed again.
Looks good on paper, terrific in theory. But try to practice it on a daily basis? That's a tough one.
umm seat belt...yah I took a screw driver to that the day I got outta rehab
#12
Posted 26 May 2008 - 09:14 PM
#13
Posted 26 May 2008 - 09:45 PM
Jodie Lynn, on May 26 2008, 02:14 PM, said:
Children can be so cute! Sometimes a little too cute.
That's what closets are for. Closets with locking doors.
That don't get much air. And are sound proof. At the other end of the house.
I on the otherhand, have a fish. And even HE pisses me off sometimes.
Noisey little sucker!
E-dog
I will nevah, EVAH take a pinch from a greasy muddahf*@kah like you!
How 'bout if I spell it out for ya. D-I-L-L-I-G-A-F

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