What's the dumbest injury you ever had?

Also on holiday, day one we went to see the white dancing horses in spain. It was the sight of the upright riders, you understand. I walked with my gaze intently on them and stumbled down a step, badly sprained my ankle and had to sit for the whole holiday

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One of my kids got concussion from walking into a ‘Mind Your Head’ sign in a shop.

Only a couple of days ago, I tripped over a small but very bright yellow sign in a shop, the folding sort that they quickly put out to warn customers of a possible obstacle to be avoided.

Luckily nothing hurt but my pride, and I couldn't help laughing at the irony of it, musing that perhaps they should have put out another warning sign to warn of the one that had tripped me. 🤔 😂

Walking into a swing.

I was riding home from work along a suburban road on my bicycle when an overweight border collie rushed out of a house, ran after me and fastened its jaws round my heel, nearly knocking me off my bike. I instinctively kicked back which made the dog leave go but my kick had made its mouth bleed. The owners of the dog ran out and I peddled away as fast as I could while the owners yelled after me that they were going to report me to the RSPCA for kicking their dog.

I spent a good part of the evening in A&E waiting for a tetanus jab and to have the puncture wounds to my heel assessed and treated.

I also had to find an alternative route home from work which turned out to be longer in case an RSPCA inspector was lying in wait for me ready to prosecute me for cruelty to a psychotic border collie.

The first that comes to mind is injury caused be walking straight into glass patio doors while on holiday. My nose has never been the same shape since.

Oh yes, I did this too. But I ran into the doors at speed because I’d seen my children were about to tip sand from their beach shoes over the hotel balcony without thinking there might be people below. I was catapulted straight back across the room and onto my back on the bed, where I lay moaning and groaning while the family all stifled their laughter. I left an imprint of my suncreamed face on the glass door, Turin shroud style.

Oh, and I once hit my thumb with a rubber hammer on purpose. For some reason I wanted to see whether a rubber hammer would hurt…

That’s four. I really shouldn’t be allowed out unsupervised.

With my son and dgd, I was sitting with her on a roundabout when my son gave it a huge push and I flew off sideways and either broke or badly cracked, a couple of ribs.
I couldn’t laugh for weeks! 😁

Aged about 16 I trapped the top rounded bit of my ear in my best friends Dad's car door. Blimey- it did hurt and bleed rather profusely.
I can still feel the ridge/ dent that it left 50 years later.
No idea how I did it, its not exactly an easy thing to trap and my ears didnt/dont stick out.

Jumped up from the table to answer the door - bare feet - and bashed a toe so hard on a solid oak gateleg, I broke it. Just before we were going on holiday, too. So was hobbling around, long sightseeing walks were right off the agenda, but luckily it didn’t interfere with swimming in lovely warm sea. 😎

I had just started a new job so didn’t really know anyone. After about my third day I fell out of bed in the night and hit my eye on the corner of the bedside table resulting in quite a shiner. Had to make a joke of it at work but received a few suspicious looks. However, to make things worse, the next week I left the office and walked down the stairs straight into the glass front door incurring a large bruise on the bridge of my nose. My DH is the sweetest, gentlest man ever but, no one at work knew him so, of course, they were very suspicious despite my protestations. Poor DH was mortified. I hated the job and left after three months but I’m sure I left a lot of whispers behind.

I was shot in the eye with an arrow whilst playing Cowboys and
Indians on a bomb site when I was about nine years old. Luckily, I blinked, but was left with a really nasty black and blue bruised eye area! Mum went mad, and complained to the poor boy’s mum, who gave him a good hiding! Shame really, ‘cos he was one of my favourite boys at school!

I joined the village drama group and, as a newbie, was casted as the back end of the pantomime horse. Fine until the baddie instead of walking off with the horse jumped right on to my back. He was a 16 stone chap, twice my size. Bad back ever since!

I made a flask of tea when camping on the moors some years and then almost immediately knocked it over and scalded my right arm so badly that I had to pack up and go to A&E.

Slipped on a baked bean dropped on canteen floor in front of lots of children. Bruised but my pride was hurt more.

Cleared contents of our bookcases, dresser etc and put it all into the spare bedrooms. Fast forward to the following morning and the decorator has started work. For whatever reason I MUST get something from the spare bedroom. Rushing into the room caught my foot on a box and fell headlong onto the radiator. The hand I put out to try to save myself from falling landed in a box of wine glasses. A gash on my forehead, an even bigger one on my forearm, multiple small cuts all over my hand and blood everywhere! Dh was in the shower totally oblivious to my screams for help so I had to hammer on the bathroom door and yell to get his attention. Meanwhile the poor chap downstairs, his first time working for us, wondered what kind of household he’d landed in! The really stupid thing was that I tripped over the very box that I’d moved into a different place the previous day after thinking “oh I’d better move that in case one of trips over it”!!!