Your most stupid injury

without a doubt it was when I went "Blllaaaaarrrrggghh!" really, really hard and pulled my tongue. I'm not even kidding....hurt like crazy for at least three days.

fell off treadmill ok that sounds normal but not really it was because I had zoned out it stopped and I didn't and down I went and of course in front of 2 trainers at the gym. I felt stupid waking up in GMs office no clue of what happened. Glad I didn't see reactions.

I broke the blood vessels in my face from pooping too hard.

My daughter got sick one night and I was not putting her back up on a top bunk so that I would have to climb up there to clean barf, so downstairs we went so she could lay on the couch with a puke bucket.... I apparently forgot that I was walking down stairs at the bottom and completely missed the last two steps.

At 4 a.m. in the dark my sick child is asking me if I am okay. A few moments later my husband appears out of nowhere to see if I am okay. He sets up my daughter with TV and her puke bucket and helps me back to bed. When I wake up later, he is stating home because I can't walk thus I can't take care of the girl. I call the Doctors office and get an urgent care appointment.

As my husband takes both of us to my doctors appointment, my daughter starts getting sick in the car and we are panic looking for a bag for her to puke in. I can't help as I am unable to move one of my legs much without setting my foot on fire. My husband is trying his best to hold his **** together but you could see the stress on his face. We rummage for a bag and she is set, we get back on the road and make it to the Kaiser facility.

Trying to find the parking lot at a place we had never been was fun... We finally locate it and end up having to park on the 2nd or third story. I have a fear of parking garage elevators so clearly this is only going to add to the experience. As I hop on one foot using my husband's staff, I have to stop every 20 feet or so. We manage to keep me from hyperventilating in the elevator (yay for small victories) and get to the first floor. Near the security station I find a sign that says wheelchairs are available

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>. We head that way.

Once located the wheelchair borrowing station, I was like a lost puppy. I had never been there and had no idea what policy was. I stepped inside and asked the elderly volunteer if I needed to sign anything or what I did need to do to be able to borrow the chair. He couldn't hear me. After repeating myself 3 times he was all up in my personal space and finally figured out what I was asking. He insists on helping me get the wheelchair, rather than letting my husband do it. As he does this, he leans on the back of the wheelchair (while nobody is in it) and it tips over. He falls... onto, that is right.... my broken foot.

A scene has erupted now. Me with a broken foot, my sick daughter with her bag, an elderly man that has fallen and as timing would have it there are 3 nurses there arriving to give the elderly gentleman a flu shot.

It was a fun day. Left foot... but I have a manual transmission car, so it was a long few weeks.

Riding down my mums stairs on my trike when about 3 straight into the wall that was at bottom

Fractured my foot fighting my husband for the remote.

I won.

:bigsmile:

That would be the most stupid. I also shattered my left ankle trying to cross the monkey bars at the warrior dash in 2013. I went to let go, looked down, saw the muddy water and figured I was good to go. NOPE. I caught the edge of my toe on the bank and now I've had 2 surgeries in a year and still left with a plate and 7 screws holding everything together (but hey, it's down from 9 screws so I'm improving!)

Getting up to use the bathroom during the night and ripping the cartilarge in my knee. (I've had consistant probs with it over the years). This resulted in 2 1/2 weeks off work on crutches. :grumble: :mad:

Cut open a toe on a Kraft dinner box. Went to the ER for stitches and an updated tetanus booster (because, you know, Kraft dinner box which had been who-knows-where) and the doctor, while stitching me, said that I didn't need them because the injury (open skin under the toe knuckle) is fairly common and would just break open again. Thought I was being smart by going to the ER for help, but I just got told I shouldn't have bothered.

I was rewiring in my attic and stepped through the support boards I had set up so one foot broke through the lathe and plaster and have me a huge cut around 10" on my inner thigh. Now I have a scar that length but luckily it's very faint and not noticeable unless you know it's there. :ohwell:

Dropped a dumbell on my toe and broke it...v clever...

Was on holiday in Thailand when my phone/bank card were stolen. Went to police station to get report. On way out of police station I fell down the stairs and smacked my head. Blood all over the pavement. Oops. Good old Koh Phi Phi...

And the usual burning myself with the hair straighteners...

On a trampoline dressed as a fairy one minute, in pain unable to walk (for 6 months + 1year PT) from having my knee ripped to shreds.

I sprained my wrist giving myself some self loving.

I'll just let that sink in

I messed up my hip and lower back using a clutch. It was my first car and I guess I was sitting too far away from the pedals. Apparently I was really stretching (didn't realize I was stretching THAT much) to fully engage the clutch. After awhile my lower back started to really hurt. Went to the doctor and was told I pulled a muscle in my back and my hip was strained as well. Couldn't drive my car for 2 months while I healed.