My most spectacular fall some years ago was a trip up the steps leading up to the recycling bins. My arms were full of newspapers so, I was not even attempting to use the railings, nor could I see the ground in front of me through the papers. I tripped up a step, and went down like a lump of lead, not even able to put my hands out (maybe not a bad thing as I would probably have broken at least one wrist). My forehead hit the edge of a higher step cutting right across. My DH was ill in bed, unable to help and neighbours’ phone was engaged so I wrapped a towel round my head and knocked on their door. The said they thought Pugsy had arrived!
A visit to A&E, several sutures (or facelift on the NHS, as it was described by my kind neighbour who had taken me to the hospital) and all was well, apart from a very, very bruised and black face for a couple of weeks.
It was decided I did not need the falls clinic as I knew exactly how it had happened and why.