Anyone Else Accident Prone?

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I have decided falling up the stairs gives more interesting bruising than when you fall down them...possibly the most interesting is when I fall up the stairs, then slide down them not having had enough time to grab hold of anything to stop myself....

Wow, Scoots. I don't think I've ridden my bike enough to have that many accidents, but I have severe trouble with curbs. One incident, when I was in high school, happened because I was following my father and brothers on the sidewalk, and they just went down off the curb and I didn't know they had to lift their handlebars up, so I didn't, and I skidded out and scraped myself up quite a bit. This summer, I was once again following my father and brothers on my bike and I went around a corner too fast. For some reason, I saw that I was heading for a mailbox and all I could thing was "don't hit the mailbox" and instead of hitting the mailbox I went right into the curb, went over the handlebars, and once again got very scraped up, and also got a handbar in the chest, which may have injured a rib slightly.

I have a nasty habit of twisting my right ankle in public (never the left for some reason) just by walking along normally minding my own business. I have no idea how I do it (although I've done it a couple of times jumping off a bus before it stopped ), but I think its basically been weakened from being twisted so many times and so is now just a ticking time bomb that needs only the slightest twist...... Its always agonisingly painful too, but I usually have to pretend that it isn't to avoid the old public embarassment thing.....

Yeah I get that too, I tore a ligament in my right ankle once while playing in the snow, and I have very loose joints (apart from in my hands - a friend of mine is studying to be an ostheopath and she said I was extremely flexible in all joints apart from wrists and fingers ).

Sometimes it doesn't take ANYTHING, it'll just give in. It is worst when it happens on the stairs - we have a cable running across under the carpet on the stairs, and that usually causes my ankle to give in. Once it happened when I was carrying the vaccum cleaner downstairs! Thanfully I instantly went floppy so I only got some scrapes from it

Definately accident prone!

Many tumbles down the stairs when I was little. Many bike accidents. Combine accident prone with daredevil and it's a disaster! I was always the kid to "test" the rickety ramps my friends and I would throw together.

I only had one bad bike accident. I was flying down a hill as fast as I could when the front wheel hit a pot-hole, (it was dusk, I could barely see). I went over the handlebars and knocked myself out cold. Luckily, according to the doctors, I seemed to have hit shoulder first. My collarbone snapped and slowed my head down enough that I didn't get killed. (This was in the 1970's before kids wore helmets.)

I only have one lingering effect from my childhood bike accidents. My left knee sometimes gives me trouble. There's a piece of gravel wedged in the joint from one of my crashes.

Then to my parent's dismay, within a month of moving out, I went and bought a motorcycle.

The first bike was a small 2 stroke and I managed to ride it a lot without any mishaps. Then about five years after I sold it I got a Suzuki 500. The first week I slid into our driveway on sand, no real damage.

Then the next year I had a head-on collision and ended up doing a flip over the guy's car. The docs thought I'd fractured my hip, but it was just strained.

Then a few years later I had a nasty accident. I was going into a turn and locked my front wheel, (I had neglected the tires and they weren't hot enough for real riding yet). It seemed like a 'tame' accident, just a straight ~40 mph slide down a smooth road. I had no idea I'd been hurt until I crawled to the side of the road and lifted my leg up. The boot swung down limp. I'd shattered my shin and snapped the other bone on the side, (fibula?) I had to have surgery to put it back together and it was a very painful six months before I could walk without crutches. Unfortunately this is an accident that will stay with me. I have a piece of steel in that leg and the foot is always somewhat stiff.

So for the forseeable future, my playing with two wheels is over. I still really miss riding, but I'm not cut out for it.

The little bumps and accidents don't really bother me. I'm used to having bumps and bruises.

Euwwwww!! !! !!

Motorbikes are just another one of those things I just can't see the point or attraction of - everybody I've ever known or heard of who's had one has seemingly almost died, and at the very least been seriously injured at some point...... Jumping headfirst out of a second story window seems a much cheaper and just as effective method of achieving both the "rush" and the life-threatening bodily damage to me.....

Ouch!

Since were on the topic of knees, I remember now and incident that happened in school back in may 1993. I was on my way to sixth hour english class on third floor, and my fifth hour class was in the basement, so I was always cutting it close to getting to class on time, my teacher had yelled at me that if I wasn't sitting in my seat, she would mark me as being late which would result in detention.

I had enough troubles that year so on this particular afternoon, I could sense time was running out for me to get upstairs, and as I enter the classroom, the bell rings. My desk was right next to the door and in a moment of inspiration I tried to leap over my desk ala jackie chan. My left foot cleared the desk, but my right foot did not, and myself and the desk both came crashing to floor. I landed square on my right knee.

In addition to being laughed at for five minutes, the searing pain I felt was incredible. I could not concentrate in class and I had to leave about half way through class.

My knee wasn't too badly hurt, but ever since then, my right knee will catch and pop sometimes.

I have broken my nose at least twice.

1) My family and I were staying in a hotel and I was about 7 years old, so I was really excited. My Dad told me that there was a pool outside. I immediately ran for the pool, but didn't see that there was a sliding glass door. As I approached the door, I saw the pool, so thankfully I turned my face slightly, at the last second and as my face smashed into the door, I said,"Look Daddy, there's a pool!" I remember falling and then I blacked out. My parents didn't think to see if my nose was broken, they just waited til it stopped bleeding.

2) I was trying to hop around on a Hoppy Horse. My feet didn't quite reach the ground, so I tipped forward and my face landed right on a metal storm grate. My nose was bleeding profusely and they took me to the ER. They had to pack my nose with cocaine to get it to stop bleeding. It hurt so bad. My parents still didn't check to see if it was broken and for some reason the Dr. didn't check either.

However, it is now apparent that I have broken my nose, b/c I have been asked several times, and if you look closely, you can tell. Those are the only two incidents, involving my nose, that would have broken it.

I constantly have bruises all over my legs and I can't remember where I have gotten 90% of them.

I have broken all of my toes at least twice.

I've hyperextended my elbow and shoulder.

I rolled my foot and tore the tendons.

I have an accident a day at least, so my husband is always making fun of me and he will come home from work and ask me what my accident of the day was. Then he categorizes them as either J.V., Varsity, Amateur, Minor Leagues or Major League. He enjoys it and gets a real kick from it.

Tallgirl

Sounds a lot like me. Not surprising, really.

There was one time when I was walking in front of the student center here on campus, and there was a car I spotted in the driveway in front of me. I could've sworn it looked like it was slowing down, so I went ahead and walked in front of it. Of course, only then did I discover that it wasn't slowing down. My leg hurt for several days after that one... >_<

Then there's the time when I tried to remove a cookie sheet from the oven back in middle school home ec class using nothing but a paper towel. Yeah, my hand hurt for a while after that.

And don't even get me started on the beakers and flasks I dropped in Chemistry...

Once my mom showed me how to take stuff out of the oven using the oven mit.

In this case it was a pan of brownies and I was holding the pan with my right hand. The pan was a little heavy so I naturally reached up to support the bottom of it with my left hand which had no mit.

That hurt quite a bit.

And then when we first got a toaster oven, I was curious as to what the glowing orange things were inside and one time I opened up the door to touch one.

I had a scar on the tip of my finger for many years after that.

I stuck a guitar string in a mains socket once when I was 14 (I've no idea why) - luckily it was a thin one so it just disintegrated in a shower of sparks and left a brown groove in my fingertips.....

I can't wash my face without getting water everywhere. Thank God for those waterless cleansing cloths! What a great invention.

I often get my sleeves caught on doorknobs, usually while holding a full cup of coffee. I always spill the coffee, but sometimes I even manage to break the cup. Or rip my sleeve.

I seldom go through a doorway without smacking into the door frame.

I can't even get near super glue.

There is a curved wall at work and I run into it all the time. It seems like the degree of curvature is constantly changing.

Do I ever use a pen without writing on myself?

Do I ever eat a meal without spilling something down my front?

And my eyes are magnets for various foreign substances (like Lysterine) and objects (Like shards of glass).

Incredibly, I have never broken a bone and only needed stitches once. And I'm a pretty good driver. I guess I mostly just make a mess.

It's funny how I didn't really connect the dots about a lot of my problems--like clumsiness--before I was diagnosed. I guess I thought EVERYONE was constantly covered with random cuts and bruises. I guess I thought EVERYONE crashed into doorways. I just didn't notice it was only happening to me--and it was happening all the time.

SkyBar

You know, I didn't think about this as relating to AS until I was reading about the multiple bike crashes people have experienced - but I didn't learn to ride a bike until I was in the 6th or 7th grade (about 10-13 yrs old) and then racing style bikes were most popular, and I couldn't ride them AT ALL - I had to end up with a moutain bike, which was just as well because they aren't so far off the ground!

Wow, It took me forever to learn to ride a bike as well. I forget how old I was, probably around 9 or so. But I just couldn't get it, as much as I tried. My ballance was terrible. And I don't think I ever really masterd the skill, I fell off all the time. And then I don't think I ever learned how to shift properly on a bike. (which is interesting since I can drive a stick shift car, and actually prefer it)

That reminds me I haven't owned or ridden a bike in about 8 years. I wonder if I still know how. Everyone all ways says "you never forget how to ride a bike." I bit I am the one exception to that rule, I think its time to test that theory out.

Ah, yes. My sink is always an utter mess after I've washed my face.


Hah, I'm quite guilty of that too. I also run into walls when I'm turning corners sometimes.


Argh, I can totally associate with this as well! I was always spilling food and drink all over myself at lunch in high school...

And to add to another topic of conversation in this thread, I never learned to ride a bike... my few attempts when I was younger generally resulted in falling down, heh. As for driving, I've gotten the maneuvers down fairly well, but perception is another story entirely...

I don't like to wear blue jeans when ever possible and I prefer sweat pants over everything else. I've gotten the pockets caught on doors many times before.

When I worked a shelf stocker, we had a utility sink we used to clean off stuff. When ever I had to use it, my uniform and pants would get soaking wet.

Another bike related incident. We had an old fiberglass garage door on our house that liked to jump out of the track when it was going down. When it did this, it would jam up and make the most horrible screeching noise as the opener liked to try and force it on down despite the fact until the overload switch on the motor tripped out. It was hell for me listening to this, and when ever mom or dad would close the door, they would wait for me to put my hands over my ears before they hit the button on the wall to close the door.

One afternoon in December 1986 I was walking my bike to it's parking place in our garage when my dad hit the button to close the door with out waiting for me to cover my ears. I screamed and put my hands up over my ears, letting go of my bike. The bike fell down and right into the side of my dad's car, denting and scratching up the door.