When I was 21, I was nannying for a family friend of mine. She had four kids, and a cat. A cat named Steve. Well one day we had the kids outside, and the cat got out. He ran into the street and was sitting there, like a dork, and a car was coming. So I ran down this embankment, hoping to save Steve, and tripped on my own two feet, and as I was falling, the only thing I could think to do was to put my hands up to protect my face. Well in doing so, I broke my wrist and my pinky. Not to mention, road rash on my belly hands and face. PS I did save Steve :)
I would have to say when my little sister threw a sharp rock at the back of my head. The sharp part hit me square in the back of the head and I almost blacked out! We still have the rock in the back yard. Still has blood on it.
I had a bike accident. My lungs collaped, Ribs broken, internal bleeding outside the lungs, My helmet broke and my head hit somewhere, had a clot inside the brain, My right pelvic socket got fractured. And then a lot of bruises and scratches all round. It was pure heaven!
Playing in a company softball game, out in right field. Got a shout out one was coming my way. At the crack of the bat, running at medium stride, stepped on what appeared to be a clump of weeds. Factually, a clump of weeds growing out of a hole. My left ankle buckled to the left, and then to the right. Ruptured my Achilles tendon. Never able to sprint since that time.
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At age two, I was attacked by a dog. I have several scars around my mouth from it, and one from the edge of it, outwards - like 'The Joker'. Considering how bad my injuries were, and the time period (16 years ago), the medical staff did a fantastic job. You can't see the scars in my picture, so don't bother looking, they're only really visible in person.
I rode my horse into a row of what appeared to be bushes, but what was actually a ditch with bushes hiding it. My horse went in and down on her front legs, then onto her side. I fell over her neck and in so doing, hit my lip on the saddle horn; hence, my nickname, "Hot Lips." Few other incidents here and there, but nothing dramatic. Guess I have a lot to be grateful for. You guys with constant pain are amazing to me. I go to bed if I get a teeny, tiny headache and sleep until it's gone! Wah, wah!