What's the dumbest injury you ever had?

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”!!!

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

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.

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 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 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.

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. 😎

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.

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! 😁

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.

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.

Walking into a swing.

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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. 🤔 😂

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

Pushing not pulling a runner bean end through a little sharp shredder. Oh the pain and the blood, stupid thing to do and then hunting for a dressing with my finger in the air. I found one stretch finger bandage in my first aid kit.

I sat under the tree in the garden and the back leg of the chair went down a rabbit hole, and tipped me into the large pampas bush, head first. I was still stuck in the chair and had to use all my strength to extricate myself. Grazes all over my face and arms, and put my back out. I felt such a fool.

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.

What made it worse was that OH had a very bad back at the time, so iwhen we were out together over the following couple of weeks, him grimacing and hobbling and me with my bruised nose and black eyes, (casued by the frames of my glasses), we must have looked like we had been fighting!

Not checking for icy steps one Christmas night,

I went out at midnight to check that the garage was locked and bounced down the steps and landed under my car.
DH was oblivious, my neighbour heard me screaming.

It took six months to diagnose, that I had two fractured vertebrae. Fortunately, I was asked to take part in a trial, funded by the Mayo clinic.
My spine is held together by bone cement!

Many years ago I was sitting on a deck chair in the garden. The old style with the moveable wooden rod across the frame to adjust the incline.

I stupidly decided to move the chair round to face the sun while I was still sitting in it. I put both hands to the sides of the deckchair and attempted to shuffle the chair around.

The deckchair collapsed and folded flat with both my hands trapped underneath it and my full weight on it. One hand was under the chair frame but my other hand was caught by the fingertips in the folding mechanism.

I managed to free one hand and roll over but it took me a further few minutes to prise the frame open and release my trapped fingertips from the tightly closed frame. The pain was excruciating but amazingly no broken bones just bruised and swollen fingers.

I’ve had a life long aversion to deck chairs since that day 😀

Being bitten on a finger by a chimpanzee at the fair. They were in a mesh-covered pit and I didn't read the signs saying not to touch. I spent the rest of my visit in A&E and got told off by my mother for being late home.

Two contenders for me.

In the middle of summer, I’d hired a huge commercial sander to strip the downstairs floorboards. It was very hot work, so I closed the curtains and stripped down to my bra and pants, adding a baseball cap, a pair of sunglasses and a scarf round my mouth to keep the dust out. I managed to trip over a rolled up carpet while carrying the radio from one room to the other and landed flat out, cracking my head on the radio and knocking myself out briefly. Thank goodness I came to quickly and nobody else had to find me in that state of elegance!

The other. I polished the heavy wooden trunk in front of the window, completely forgetting that I used to jump onto it to open said window. Did that the next day at speed…left leg slid from under me, right leg crashed into top rim of trunk, and I ended up with a one inch dent in my shin, matched by a one inch swelling above it. I had a bone bruise that took a full eighteen months to heal.

I use a garden kneeler and was working on the bed at the side of the drive. Pushed myself up from the kneeler, fell over backwards taking it with me and banged my head and shoulder on the car door! There was no-one around so I just lay there until the sky stopped going round and round and then got up. Battered but unbowed fortunately!

Not me but an ex boyfriend, he caught his foreskin in a zip. 😱

Breaking a finger by being attacked by the attic “lid”. I was pushing it closed and expected it to close. It didn’t.

My sister and brother-in-law law had been visiting us here in Canada one summer. We all had a really lovely visit. As they were leaving the house to go to the airport my bil gave me a great big bear hug that lifted me off my feet, cracking a rib in the process.