posted on Apr, 15 2015 @ 03:05 PM
a reply to: highfromphoenix
I fell last weekend in the wee twee hours absolutely steaming drunk.
I live on a cliff by the sea and have a choice of a long winding road up, a long winding road and 100 or so old limestone steps, or 300 or so steep
limestone steps to the top, locally called the smugglers steps.
I chose the smugglers steps, tripped, then fell back and bounced down about 15 to the next 'level' point.
Cuts and grazes was all I got, thankfully as I'm self-employed so no sick pay for me if I'm injured lol.
Best fall I ever had was leaving a beach party 3-4 in the morning, took the wrong worn and unofficial path up the cliff, it got steeper and steeper,
but off my head it didn't really register until I was falling, and proper falling, bushes and trees brushing me as I dropped about 40 foot (13
metres). I remember thinking '# me when am I gonna hit the ground' then BANG flash of energy through my optic nerve I was on my back as I hit the
ground. I looked up, saw the stars in the sky above me, moved my arms and legs, thought Ooh that was lucky, then found the right path back up the
cliff while bleeding a bit and minus a flip-flop.