I'm the worst combination of clumsy and ill-tempered all in one. Just a couple of the greatest hits:
1. 14 years old. Random Saturday morning. I'm starving. I'm jonesing for bagels so I ask my mother if we can go get some. We go get them and I'm so excited to get inside and put some butter on them that I closed the car door on my right thumb that just didn't quite clear the door latch. Dislocated thumb and a loss of a thumb fingernail that took two months to grow back completely, and an annoying about of dull, throbbing pain for a month. I popped the thumb back in myself at least. Still clicks a little to this day but nothing totally inhibiting.
2. 5 years ago. I'm boiling a pot of water to cook rice. I try to lift up the lid of the pot without a pot holder, yelp in pain and tilt the lid backwards back towards me. 2nd degree burn that I still have a scar from to this day right over my left radial artery. I'm lucky it didn't get that deep.
3. Just last year. I'm using one of those cheap automatic card shufflers for a small game between my buddies and I. This damn shuffler was giving us problems all night and I'm about 6 drinks deep and getting majorly tilted by this and the stupid hands I've been losing all night. The stupid thing finally stops working, and I just starting wailing away at it. Had a nice 2-3 inch long gash that miraculously didn't get that deep along the right side of my hand. Got lucky there too.
AND THE ONE THAT TAKES THE CAKE
I'm nine years old playing soccer. I'm chasing a defender down and try to block a clearing attempt. The ball hits me on the outside of my left upper arm and I feel a really sharp pain there. My parents being my parents think I'm full of it and give me a couple of Tylenol and tell me to get back out there. I finish the game scoring the winning goal. After the game I pleaded with my parents again saying that something didn't feel right. Go to the hospital for x-rays and there's a left arm fracture and, oh, a bone cyst that may or may not be Ewing's sarcoma (cancer basically, look it up). 24 hours later and I'm admitted to the hospital after a bone marrow biopsy that was thankfully negative, but I ended up needing two deep bone steroid injections just so the bone would continue to grow normally after the fracture healed and the cyst went away. I needed monthly x-rays for three years. I missed an entire season of soccer and needed to wear this nasty brace over the arm for three more years before I was cleared for full contact without use of the brace. Yeah, never want to go through that again.