I have always been prone to falls. The worst one I had was the day after my 40th birthday in 1981. Nothing to do with ageing, I stood on a small chest of drawers to hang up a mobile on the ceiling, and it tipped and I fell, with the corner catching me between my ribs tearing into a kidney.
I knew straightaway I had done something serious, as I actually felt all the blood leave the surface of my skin as it rushed to an internal injury. But I was in great pain, and it was a day of an ambulance strike. I managed to get to the telephone to call a friend who rushed round and called the GP. There was no external bleeding. Even with him on the phone saying it was serious, no Green Goddess was available, so my friend drove me to hospital in my own car with me in dreadful pain all the way. No triage back then and no sign of blood, although I was afterwards told that I was as white as the hospital sheets. Only when hubbie came and actually grabbed a doctor by the arm, dragging them into the cubicle I had been placed did things start to happen.
Was in hospital for a couple of months, and slow recovery. Debate as to whether or not to remove seriously damaged kidney, but final decision to leave it in place as there was then evidence of kidneys renewing themselves. It was only later I realised how fortunate I had been not to have died. That kidney has worked since then, but is no so Kaloided that it hardly functioning.
Many other falls over the years, none quite as bad as that, but some still pretty frightening.
My latest was 2nd February this year, when I tripped backwards over a gymnastic springboard, which I thought was to side of me and was not. As I went down I knew straight away I had hurt my back, but was sure it was just soft tissue injury, took pain killers (which I always carry) and managed to get through the day and drive myself back home.
By the following morning was in such great pain and unable to move, my daughter came in and wanted to take me to local A &E, and I told her I was not well enough to go to A&E (Condemnation of what it is like there). So, struggled through next few days, sleeping on recliner chair and taking lots of strong pain killers and using electric heat pad. Slowly started to improve, but only after nearly two months someone medically qualified saw me for another condition and wrote to my GP saying I needed an MRI scan.
When I had that it showed I had caused a wedge fracture of my spine. No wonder I was in such agony. GP assumed that this means I have osteoporosis, and has put me on lots of extra calcium and referred me to a Specialist.
I do not think I have, the very many times I have had quite spectacular falls, I have only broken something once, (my collar bone, when I fell out of the loft - that was some 24 years ago when I was in my late 50's).
I had a spectacular fall when one of my g.children was born. Went to hospital to visit, took lift one story too high, so decided to come down stairs, missed footing on last step and fell forward, hitting locked ward door with great crash, nurses, etc rushed out to find me sitting on floor surrounded by remains of bouquet, my walking stick and a bump on my head which was growing as they watched. They wanted to take me to A&E but I said I wanted to see my daughter etc. So, they took me into her room in a wheelchair,. Bump grew large enough to stand a cup on, but managed to drive the 70 miles back home and get in my own bed,. Following morning, could not open either of my eyes.
This was remembered last weekend when I was visiting her, and managed to trip over the doorstep as my g.daughter (now aged 9) opened the door. Gashed one leg and bruised other. My daughter said that I did not need to give an example as to how easy I manage to fall.
Not really clumsy in other way, but have now agreed to sign up to having a wrist band attached to phone to call for help should I have any other falls.