I think the best way to go about this is chronologically... or should I start with my head and work my way down?? Hmmm..
That sounds more fun.
Okay -
Head Injury #1 - there are no visible signs of this one, but I maintain that prior to this incident I was a genius and basically had the sense knocked out of me. I was 3, hanging with my dad at a high school football game. He was taking pictures of the game from the top of the bleachers. I was playing around by his feet... and fell. I kinda remember falling. And landing. Can you IMAGINE being my dad? As a parent I've replayed that scene in my mind and I can't imagine the sheer terror.
Course... it wasn't the first time dad dropped me on my head.
Head Injury #2 - I have a scar on my right eyebrow. When I was about 3 months old my dad was carrying me in a "baby carrier" (it was 1972 so you can imagine how sturdy it was.) Well, it broke, I fell out, onto the rock steps he was walking up. Poor Dad. He's big into head patting, and I think it's because he's making sure mine still works.
Head Injury #3 - Yeah - Dad isn't involved!!! And it's another with no physical signs, but again, when you consider how incredibly smart I am now, just IMAGINE what I would be capable of had I not sustained repeated blows to the head. Ok, now this one is going to take some visualization on your part. I was at a carnival (yeah - that right there is just a bad omen), about to ride the Ferris Wheel. Now most Ferris Wheels the line to get on comes at the Ferris wheel from the side, you know what I mean? Well this line came right to the front of the Ferris wheel. I was first in line, and for some reason the Ferris Wheel was the place to be, so there was quite a line behind me. I was standing on the stairs, and kept getting pushed forward, up a step, up a step, up a step. Now WHY there wasn't some sort of chain or something to stop you from going to far, I don't know (and if this had happened today, they would have paid us BIG BUCKS to NOT SUE them) but they didn't, and I got pushed up to far, and BAM, got hit in the back of the head by one of the Ferris Wheel cars. That hurt. A lot. If I remember correctly I got free ride tickets and free Cotton Candy.
Tongue Injury - 2.5 years old, riding in my grandpa boat, singing as we go over a big wave. I bite my tongue, hard. I even have memories of coming up from the cabin of the boat, crying, showing my mom my bloody tongue. Now I could go into a WHOLE post about this particular injury but I'll just sum it up - 1 trip to the dr, 1 trip to the er (via boat) , enough sedatives to sedate an elephant and finally 3 stitches in the tongue.
Shoulder Injury - 10th grade, riding my bike home from piano lessons, a Dominoes driver comes out of an alley and clips my front tire. Piano books and me go flying. I landed on my left shoulder, and while it wasn't dislocated, it was badly hurt and I can now predict the weather with said shoulder. The kicker here, I didn't tell my mom what happened because I thought I'd get in trouble for getting hit by a car. Later that evening we went to church and this nice lady comes FLYING to my mother, asking if I'm okay because she saw the whole thing. Yeah... I got in trouble. For lying.
Hand Injury #1 - I have a scar on my hand from a hot spot light exploding during the filming of the action sequence of Indiana Avocado and the Counter of Doom.
Hand Injury #2 - I once went to the ER for a hang nail. Yes, a hang nail. It was infected. I won't go into details because I know there are women with weakish stomachs reading.
Hand Injury #3 - I played volleyball in high school. I wish I could tell you this injury was from a miraculous save at the end of a game, causing us to win the state championship. But, I can't. I was from putting my shoes in the locker before the game. I accidentally ran my fist into the bench in front of the lockers and dislocated my knuckle.
I have NUMEROUS scars on my legs from various bike incidents, but I will share the story of just one more.
I was headed from my dorm to the main buildings my freshman year of college. There was a picturesque bridge you had to cross and then some stairs going up a hill. I was running UP the steps when I tripped. I didn't fall right away, but I started lurching forward and knew falling was eminent. For some reason my brain decided that the puddle of mud NEXT to the stairs was the optimal place to fall. So my body, being the compliant obedient body it is, fell. In the mud, which was hiding the top of a sewer drain, which cut my leg. There I am, sitting in the mud, wet, bleeding, I look up, and who's coming the other direction? Jason Peterson. The boy I had a crush on. Earth, swallow me now. Actually, just finish the job.
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I've never seen anyone with a scar on their tongue!
That last one reminds me of the time I was riding on the back of a friends bike in HS. I fell on to the back tire, got black tire burns on the insides of my thighs. We hit the pavement which has just been resurfaced with tar and tiny pebbles. They were all over our bodies. Just as we sat up on the curb, both the guys we had crushes on came cruising by in their car!
I feel pretty lucky to have gotten by with stitches once and a broken arm!! That's quite and injury story!!!
Oh, we're sisters -- accident prone, scarred sisters! I won't list all my injuries, just my dumbest one. I actually burned my eyeball with my curling iron. Yes, that is me. I thought I was the only person alive who could actually be that klutzky, but the ER doctor says he sees 100's of women each year who do the same thing. Who knew? It may have been dumb, but it was the most painful thing I have ever experienced. Another time I'll tell you how I knocked myself out playing "ridey horsey" with my Dad. Your Dad and My Dad... poor guys.
Um...ouch? You are a walking miracle! :D
Me, myself I've never broken anything but had a few spills and scars to prove it.
And I thought I was falling apart!
Well, good gravy, you certainly have a lot of battle wounds! I can't believe that! My best one has to be a scar on my chin...from where I slipped getting out of the tub...the kicker is that when I was like 16(ish), a piece of the porcelain tub CAME OUT of my scar. Gross!
You know, there are a lot of great activities out there that just involve sitting. Sitting can be great fun, and doesn't usually lead to injury. Though, if anyone was going to get hurt while sitting...well, it's probably you. Good luck! And glad you've made it thus far!
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