This morning I am walking like John Wayne who has had some lip botox!

sorry to hear about your injuries but the visual you paint in my mind is maing me chuckle...

Crazy how the embarrassment feels worse than the pain from falling, right?

This is not dog related, it was a time in my life, BD ( before dogs)
Many years ago, I was running late for work, I was in a hurry to get out the door. It was a raining and I had to descend the concrete stairs, arms full of books, no railing to hang onto.
I thought rain, but it had turned into ice.... Oh the pain of it all... just remembering!
Both feet fly our from under me, all body weight landing on one singular butt cheek, bounced down the rest of the concrete stairs......
I could hear the traffic slowing down in front of the apartment.....could it be people watching me?
I am flat out on the sidewalk, wind nearly cleared out of my lungs, in utter agony, and the neighbor next door calls out to me, " Careful, it's slippery out".
My thought? It's a little late for that!
I gathered my books, and my aching arse back inside my apartment, only to discover that biggest black and blue bum I had ever seen!

I still remember the embarrassment , and I still have a dent in my flesh where the sun doesn't shine!
it hurt like a son of a bitch!

OMG! bloody priceless HAHAHAHA!!!!

The embarrassment bloody well compounds the actual pain, I really wanted to punch someone - for those of you familiar with Faulty Towers, think Basil thrashing his car with a branch when it wouldn't start - I ACTUALLY did think about thrashing the car, not like it's an inanimate object or anything

Your story reminds me of a time donkeys ago, when I worked in a little bridal shop in Norwich....

Norwich is a medieval city, full of cobbled back streets and short, but steep inclines, and I had gone to work in the 1980's fashion of pencil skirt and sky scraper heels, and whilst it was a beautiful, clear winter day when I walked in, an uncharacteristic dump of snow came out of nowhere, and the ensuing schlep up hill and down dale to the bus, was a mortifying series of shrieks, curses, and clinging to any lamp post or passer by, as my stupid heels and tight skirt conspired to humiliate me.

I have always been slightly irrational when it comes to these sort of things...