I've got a few...
I was about 7 years old, having a bath. Cue little brother (3 years old) toddling into the bathroom with a Ken doll he'd beheaded. He threw it right at my head, where it made contact with my forehead, cutting it open somehow. Due to the warm water in the bath, it looked like I had a massive head wound, but after all, I only needed 3 stitches. From being bashed in the head by a 3 year old with a beheaded doll.

My other one happened my 3rd year at university. I was studying for an exam during a pretty nasty storm, and decided to go across the street to the shop for a coffee. Upon returning, my hands were full (walkman, coffee, handbag) and I barely managed to get the large steel security door to my dorm open. The bastard wind then caused the door to shut quite violently on my hand. When I looked at it, I was bleeding *through* my fingernails.
"This can't be good," thought I.
I went over to the health center and they gave me an ice pack and some tylenol, bless them.
Later on, I had a friend take me to dinner because I couldn't handle a tray, and I blacked out at dinner from the pain.
Subsequent trip to the hospital, where I had to have 5 shots in my hand, then have a heated copper coil poked through my fingernails to release the pressure of all the blood. I lost my fingernails, and the only scar I have from it is a hardly noticeable discoloration on one of the nails that was lost.
Oh and remember the exam? Prof made me take it, smashed right hand and all. Cheers.
(emgee, Mon 7 Feb 2005, 14:22, Reply)