Ahh man I’m days late and this is my specialist subject!
Trapped the palm of my hand in between two le cast iron pans and got a really grim wound and had to go to a small town a&e on a Saturday night and sit with tough cookies who had been in Saturday night brawls. ‘What did you do?’ (Err something terribly undangerous and middle class and I’m too embarrassed to admit it).
I’m in the slamming boots of cars on my own head club. Had the ‘domestic violence’ chat from a 12 year old male doctor after a particularly frequent spate of head slamming.
Cricked neck from stepping down off a pavement.
I run a lot and long distance, and my athlete’s foot got so bad that I got cellulitis because treating it had felt like a losing battle.
I broke my arm as a kid by practicing somersaults off my larger friend’s feet (she lay on her back with her feet in the air, I sat on them, she kind of kicked me into the air whilst I attempted gymnastics). This was the gift that keeps giving as I get extra operations to clean up the splintered bits of bone every few years.
Literally that thing with a garden rake, like in a cartoon. Also fell on a spade (different day), one stuck in the ground, I just sort of stumbled over and banged my head on the metal bit, couple of stitches.
Fractured my skull cycling over a cattle grid, tyres got stuck.
The boom of a sailing boat knocked me out after my friend forgot to mention ‘coming about’ and I’d been gazing off at the view in stead of doing anything I was meant to be doing with the gib. Just concussion but main side effect was to flirt with every male in sight (this is with one eye shut from the swelling and a half purple face, I was deeply gorgeous), including my friend’s big brother - it was 20 years ago and I still see him sometimes and want to curl up with shame.
On the plus side, I can navigate our hospital like the back of my hand.