Just the odd one or two
I've had a number of injuries in the past, so here be a couple, I apologise for length in advance.

1) Relatively near where I used to live there was a castle with a lovely big hill attached, we'd slid/rolled/etc. down it a number of times and I'd seen a few people ride down it on their bikes. Anyhoo, this one time I decided to cycle down there mesel' so I got lined up and set off over the edge, shifting my weight over the back wheel as you do for stability or whatever. Now normally this act wouldn't cause much of a problem, but my saddle decided that it would flip back, stopping me from moving back forward when I got to the bottom. Cue the lack of control over the bike and the front end bouncing all over the place. I ended up after getting to the bottom of the ditch, going across the bit of grass, over a road which had foot wide by foot deep trenches either side of it, onto another bit of grass, down a small, but steep hill and back up a small incline. All the while the front of the bike is bouncing up and smacking me in the chest, chin and forehead. I saw a bench approaching fast and launched myself to the side, missing it by a foot or so. There's me lying on the ground, covered in blood, I can see my mates over another little hill chatting amongst themselves, but I can't shout to them due to being completely winded. They noticed a few minutes later and I left to go to hospital. I went on holiday the next day, wrapped in bandages. I still have the scar on my forehead.

b) Another happened when I was younger and holidaying in france. I'd decided to go stroke a horse in a field attached to the campsite. The horse however decided that my top looked quite tasty and grabbed hold of it, pulling me forward... into the barbed wire and down into a ditch. I still have the scar on my side, but the ones on my shoulder and elbow have gone.

iii) One time I was out at a nightclub and for the last song of the night they played nellie the elephant or something similar and people generally did a conga line around the place, up and down the stairs, etc. As I was coming down the stairs I notice some people on the dancefloor sitting in a line waving their arms and decide to join them. As I sit down I put my hand down on a broken bottle, I look over after a while, see the blood, casually wander over to my mates and say something along the lines of "I appear to be bleeding". They grab my hand in a fist like fashion to stop the blood flow and drag me along to the people in the foyer to patch it up enough for me to make it along to the hospital. In casualty they gave me some anaesthetic then left it to wear off before stitching it up. The blood was still on the dancefloor the next time I went in there.

q) "Oh look a broken glass bottle, watch me smash it by jumping on it!" Most of the bottle smashed away from the circular bottom bit which went right through my shoe. My mate cut his finger while pulling it out. Luckily though his lass had a box of plasters (or individually wrapped sterile adhesive dressings as some places call them) with her at the time.

é) I popped my knee out wrestling. It went right back in again, but the people across the room cringed from the loud popping noise. I went to the bar to ease the pain. This was a couple of years back, my knee still pops out for no reason occasionally, but now it doesn't always go back in straight away. Maybe I should've seen the doctor about it.

746) At a gig, I decide I need a better vantage point and jump up onto a higher bit, only my jeans won't let my leg go that far up and I end up tearing a chunk out of my leg from the sharp corner of the higher bit.

42) Another gig, crowdsurfing and stage diving. Me and a mate ended up on stage at the same time, we turned to each other, nodded then dove into the crown. It was like the parting of the red sea as I landed on the ground several feet out and a few feet down with him landing on top of me. We lay there dazed a bit, then got up and enjoyed the rest of the gig.

7175) I sliced the very end of my thumb off once while testing the sharpness of a new swiss army knife I'd purchased. I didn't want my parents to know I had it, so I got the chopped off bit of skin and placed it in the bathroom by a broken tile and blamed that for it.

I have others, but this'll do for now. Not bad for a first post eh? Well maybe a tad long.
(boxit, Wed 8 Sep 2004, 0:02, Reply)