I was once hit by a racquet (bat to some of you) on a squash court. I felt a smack on the side of my head and didn’t think of it and continued to play, despite the blood

However when my opponent hit the ball his racquet made a funny sound and it was then that we realised that his solid wooden racquet had actually cracked after the impact with my head.

So I thought it was best to get my injury checked out - I needed some stiching and I had a black eye for a week and concussion. I was told I was very close to having a serious eye injury

I did win that point though. And my opponent was more worried about his damaged racquet - I never played him again
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I ran into the French patio doors when I was younger thinking they were open, knocked myself out.

I stuck my hand in the fax machine the other week to clear a jam and burnt my finger, it had a blister and everything.

I’m sure there are more to come as I am pretty thick.

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My DOH! moment was one New Years Eve in New York - 2001 I started breakdancing and went into a windmill, turtle and caterpillar as it all came back - a circel formed - I did a repeat peformance but took it too far..

Caterpillered off the dancefloor, broke into another windmill only to land one hand onto a glass, part of which ended up in my hand.

Scarier still was a girl ran over to me with a beer and kissed my bleeding hand!

yikes.

Praise the lord - maybe she thought I was.

Oh dear… a nasty surprise indeed for that swimmer… OUCH!!

The only injury that I can think of as “dumb” is when I was a little girl dancing around a pole in the back yard while my parents were entertaining, and there had been a box of wine glasses left at the back doorstep… as I was dancing… I tripped and sat on the box and ended up with a big shard of glass in the back of my thigh… needless to say, there was a hell of a lot of blood!!! not impressed as it was all over my party dress… boo hoo
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Broke my arm when I was about five…my brother and I found it fun to run up and knock away sheet rock leaning against the wall then running away as it fell. Too bad my brother didn’t bother to look if I was standing beneath it as he ran away….and boom it went crushing me and breaking my arm

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I did the broken arm thing when I was a kid jumping over the ironing..
But my Best Doh moment goes to my hubby

We were having a BBQ in the Watagan mountains NSW anyway Moppet and I are drawing
Hubby and our eldest went for a walk, rock hopping along the top of a gorge..
hubby fell over the edge after the side gaveway
He fell 30+ Meters in to a dry Creek bed.
The area he fell through was only about 2 meters wide and he fell head first..
turn in midair and landed on his bottom in the only section of dirt in the creek which was full of rocks..
He had a tennis ball size lump on his head, bruising and cuts not to mention the pieces of tree he had in his hair and clothes..
He climbed out..
The silly bugger had his watch ripped off in the fall and went back to get it, which he did, then he refused to go until we had eaten our BBQ which we did at some speed… then he didnt want me driving down the mountain because it was getting dark and we were in the middle of no where… we stopped at the first servo which was about 80 km.. before I managed to get out of the car and drivers seat…

He refused the hospital, so I took him home and cleaned him up…. the next morning I finally got him the doctors..
No broken bones, no stitches, no concussion, just this huge lump, the cuts etc
The doctor said he was the luckiest man alive and asked him to buy him a lottery ticket… it didn’t win, but we reckon he used all his luck the day before….

Wow. I truly can’t imagine how … well, embarassing (literally) and uncomfortable it must have been for this group of folks.
Makes me think of that scene in “The World According To Garp” when they get a ticket. ::grins::

So, as for me, does getting knocked up count?

Ouch!! Laughing, are you okay!! Laughing!! Ouch!!

The one about falling down the stairs, the one about bruising my leg, bruising my hand, sunburning the top of my head, skinning my knee, dropping a huge chart on my bare feet, cut my leg with my doctor asking me not to use razors anymore, second degree burns…hmmm let me choose. I’d really like to share my husband’s, but I have plenty to choose from!!!

I’m a social worker at at one place, I was in a hurry as I was late for a meeting and getting my stuff together. My rolling computer bag with a retractable handle was a bit fussy. I’m rushing to lower it, so I can put it in the trunk. Then, I caught my pinky where the retraction ends to two metal pieces. I felt my skin tear and then blood. But, I’m late, so I don’t look at it or go back to the office. I wrap and hold it while driving with Kleenex and a paper towel. Thank God I was going to a Nursing Home where fortunately or unfortunately they knew me and my accident proneness. I immediately walk in and went to the charge nurse, gave her my hand and turned away. She fixed me up and gave me some Tylenol. She also said that I may need stitches if I don’t stop bleeding and to be more careful and have someone carry my things for me.

You know it is serious when people use your name as a noun for an accident!!!

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