I once fell in the River Stort in the early hours of the morning due to texting whilst walking in pitch black darkness and also due to a change in the path that nobody had told me about. I was stung to buggery by nettles trying to pull myself out. I walked home drenched, took some photos, drank some brandy and poured cold milk over my arms. I survived the night and woke up feeling bloody lucky.
The text message I was sending at the time was to a friend, I was telling him about the new bridge that was being built (hence the change in path). I retrieved my phone from the river bank after tossing in during my fall, when I checked it the next morning, the message was in my 'drafts' folder and said "The bridge has not been...." - I think I was going to put "...finished yet".