After last January's spectacular, shoulder-shattering disaster of a fall, I have extreme paranoia about taking a tumble...
Perhaps you could consider taking a few months of judo, aikido or any other martial art in which you have to fall over a lot. Basic grounding (hah, I funny) in how to take a fall can make all the difference between a broken bone and merely a few nasty bruises.
I've been doing aikido for.. mm, about eight or nine months now, and I've had my fair share of slips and bumps outside of the dojo onto anything from grass to hard concrete. I've no more than a few bruises to show for it; and from someone who spent his entire life spraining ankles and wrists, that's quite an achievement. And I'm tall, with a high centre of gravity, so I'm a bigger falling risk than many. :)
Aikido's falling techniques are excellent for avoiding injuries. They've saved my poor bones many times. *grins* They're also nifty in sport; I was playing "innebandy" (floorball, I belive it's called in the US) and got tackled from the behind. Instead of falling flat on my face, I rolled, got up and scored a goal instead :) [/silly anecdote]
2004-01-28 11:33 am (UTC)
*laughs* Surprised the hell out of the guy who tackled you, too, I'd imagine. The ground's not such a scary place. I've crossed large areas of slick ice before by squatting down on it and gliding slowly over on my shoes. :D Low centre of gravity = no fally...
2004-01-28 11:56 am (UTC)
If I could figure out where to stuff such a thing in my schedule, I would seriously consider doing it. I could use the exercise, and better falling skills are not a bad idea. I may have to look around for something, it's just that school and work make it really, really tough.
2004-01-27 03:28 pm (UTC)
The Evils of WalMart
I can top that---
How about tripping in the ladies clothing section at WalMart, and not being able to get up at all? Yep, I fell recently, and was stuck there. If I grabbed anything, all the racks would have fallen over, and I would have made the 11:00 news. There I was, stuck (and keep in mind my orthopedic problems; I have problems with my left arm and leg). There was no one in sight!
I tell you, there is nothing less dignified than tripping on the carpet at WalMart.
2004-01-27 04:25 pm (UTC)
Re: The Evils of WalMart
Ouch! Man, that sucks.
248, referred by that crazy husband.
L! I'm overwhelmed - I'll be shooting for 300 soon, the way this is going!
From one graceful ice glider to another, my condolences.
An inch of sleet buildup on top of a layer of ice, soon to be frosted with another few inches of snow... I predict more fun before the thaw finally arrives.
Oh, yeah, the fun is just beginning. Ad we thought last winter was bad....
Back in November, while my husband was still away, I fell getting out of the shower. I thought I broke my leg. Turns out I tore some ligaments in my knee and possibly some cartilage too. So being home alone, and all of my friends were either at work or visiting family elsewhere, I had to find a way to get myself to the bedroom and dressed, then call 911. I made my way to my room by sliding myself along the floor, with my legs dead and following behind. After much struggling to get up, I got myself dressed and drove myself to the hospital. I didn't want my husband's co-workers (and formerly mine) to see me in such a state.
I am still in pain from it, and if there is ice within a mile from where I am standing, I will find it. If I even think about a slippery surface, I fall down, writhing in agony. I have fallen in the driveway, the backyard, and in various parking lots all over town. I am working on a pillow suit to wear when ever I leave the house.
Oh, you poor thing! I am wincing in sympathetic agony. Did you get proper treatment, does it need surgery? Knees are such horrible things to injure.
Be careful - you need that Michelin Man costume, though I'd be worried about overbalancing and landing on my head.....
They are figuring as long as there is not cartilage damage that it should heal up on it's own. If not, then surgery will be needed. I already look like the Michelin Man, so I think I need a step up to Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. Nothing like a fat lady falling down in public.
Yeah, tell me about it. The only thing that made yesterday evening bearable was the total lack of witnesses.
Oh OUCH - sorry, but the visual did make me giggle!!
I think for many this year Imbolc will be more a "where are you spring?" then a celebration of it's first signs of emergence!!
Hope your not too stiff this morning!!
Not cripplingly sore, but not terribly comfy, either. I'll live.
Good ol' Farmer's Almanac and their winter predictions. Wrong about it being early, but right about it being brutal.
for many this year Imbolc will be more a "where are you spring?"
Hmm, I know what you mean. For me, the last few years, it's been mostly about blind faith that spring will actually come eventually. Or a kind of second wind to get me to the end of winter. There aren't many snowdrops to be found around here :)
But it's nice to come in here and see people talking about what the day means to them. It means a lot to me, but in my real-life circle I'm pretty much the only one.
I actually own a set of crampons, and if there were ever a day to use them, this would be it. There's a rock-hard layer of ice over everything. I just slid across my driveway to retrieve firewood.
I used to fall a lot while I was in law school -- since getting out I haven't had but a couple of hard falls. Something about distraction, something about stress, something about being too far into my head and too alienated from my body.
I can blame it on law school? Coolness. Of course, it would be more comforting if I didn't have two MORE winters of it ahead of me....
I've actually considered crampons, but it's probably an overreaction.
"I can blame it on law school?"
Well, correlation is not causation, of course, but.... yeah. Yeah, you can.
When I was ten, my mom took me to her bowling league one evening. The parking lot was an ice rink, so of course I fell flat on my back, which knocked the wind out of me.
When I finally got my breath, I was screaming that my back was broken. I shrieked and yelled for probably five minutes, much to my mother's embarrassment, no doubt. She finally made me get up. For some reason, I giggle when I think about it, even though that hurt like hell. :)
I remember knocking the wnd out of myself for the first time - was about that age. I was jumping up onto the washing machine at a friend's house in order to get something off the shelf above it, and my hand slipped, dropping me hard against the side of it right at the level ofmy diaphragm. Gesticulating and bent double, I staggered into the kitchen where all the parents were drinking coffee and visiting. I collapsed at my father's feet, clutching at his shirt. They all laughed at me when it was over. It scared the daylights out of me. I really thought I was going to die.
But, years later, it is kinda funny. Kinda. [g]
Oh, girl. I feel your pain (see my Dec 15th LJ entry). When I fell and busted my chin open, I too crawled... across the driveway (bleeding all the while) and pulled myself up by using my car as leverage. Then, I managed to make it inside and call about three people... all before almost passing out. My chin and my pride weren't intact, but at least all my bones were. I hope that you are feeling better soon! :-)
Ow. Owie ow ow. You poor thing - there is always much sympathy from me when BLOOD is involved.
We have glaze ice here now! You?!
I had never heard that phrase, "glaze ice," before...so I did some research...you learn something ever day :-) Nope, we have none of that here at the moment.
In other ice news, the parking lot of the store was so bad this morning that Pete came around to help me out of the car and I almost started crying (flashbacks to the fall) and, literally, could not get out of the car. He was very sweet and got back into the car and moved it to a less icy place and then helped me out. Apparently, my ice-phobia is going to be around for awhile. Today, I was also lamenting the fact that I still can't watch ice skating on TV (how lame is that?)
I made Ferrett drive me to work today so I wouldn't have to walk to the bus stop, and I may demand a repeat performance tomorrow. I'm terrified of falling. I completely understand.
Ice skating is so unrelated in my mind, though, that I haven't noticed any related anxiety.
I hope you got that ride in this morning. It is still heinous here... the ice is just unreal. When our morning UPS man dropped off our packages at the store's back door he asked, "when does hockey practice start?" Yep...that pretty much sums it up!
Didn't get a ride, formulated a new plan involving driving to the rapid station and taking the train in. Getting home after class tends to be a complicated undertaking, so this is a new variation on the theme. But at least I didn't have to walk down the sidewalks - that is STILL too scary.
It sounds like you guys are getting hammered....