1. 1st degree burns on my leg due to my leg touching a motorcycle exhaust. (just used a burn-wound cream and let it heal)
2. A Large piece of broken glass pierced my leg (about 3-4 cm in) (It was cleaned with boric acid & bandaged, at home, t'was no big deal)
3. When I was about 11 I ran into a pottery dish while someone was carrying it (It was around the corner) and hit me right on the nose' bridge. Ended up bleeding and needed 3 stitches.
4. I once stapled my thumb when I was around 6 years old (Dad took it out)
5. When I was about 6 I went to a farm with my parents, and a 5cm nail sticking out of a board managed to find it's way inside my palm. (Dad took it out with Scissors, nail clippers, and something else. The process was excruciating. (http://www.opticraft.net/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2F4.bp.blogspot.com%2F_TIL8E0rOvys%2FS5pIsFGXWFI%2FAAAAAAAABjw%2Fnd6EInnZV8E%2Fs320%2FDSC01332.JPG&hash=6c5d125ee140979d5528dce0dce903ea)
6. I used to climb things as a kid, so I would often climb closets & fall of them, or jump on a bed and try to do a flip, and end up hurting my head, It happened a long time ago, so I vaguely remember it.
Anyhow, the WORST one I've ever been through, was where I was rushed to the hospital.
Once in Lebanon, I was about 12, or 13 years old we went to this place, it had like swings, and the stuff you see in parks. was somewhat of a restaurant too.
However, they were quite smart, and decided not to nail down the swings to the floor, and of course these swings were made for little kids, weighing no more than 50kg.
Anyways, I was feeling like shit that day, and my mom asked me to go check on my brother, so as I walk there, I feel really sick, and then I just sleep.
I wake up to find myself on the floor, With a MOB of people charging at me (With my mom in the front) all of them screeching like someone has died, I start screaming in confusion, because I thought they were running away from something.
Anyways, they end up lifting something off my head, and carrying me up, and I beg them to put me down. Anyways they haul me over to this car, and they drive me off. I look at my shirt, and I see it like DRENCHED in blood, and my mom was sitting next to me, and I was like "What happened, and why am I drenched in blood?"
And she's like "The tip of that metal swing fell right on your head.
Go figure (That's why I went to sleep, I was knocked unconscious) Anyways, I get to the hospital, and I'm taken through emergancy where they try to stitch the wound (27 stitches by the way), And then I died.
Scraped my entire left leg (pretty bloody) with a few bruises on the right when I was about 9. Thought riding a scooter down a concrete steep hill road was a smart idea. I did this out on a family walk. My parents apparently had a bottle of peroxide ready in the car and applied it, which burnt so freaking much. The scooter still has that one wheel that was burned off from trying to brake at the speed I was going. I was braking because I thought I might hit someone walking by. Not that bad of an injury at all.
Slammed my thumb into a car door when I was in 5th grade. Didn't break any bones but I was apparently really close to stitches. Thumb nail fell off. Had to wear a guaze bandage around the thumb for about a month or so. My dad was with me the moment it happened.
Took some nasty bike falls every now and then but nothing big. Had one of my worst bike falls about 2 years ago. I was riding along the road (stupid i know...), the streets looked empty so i seemed fine. I was going to bike to the library on a summer day to return some movies. It felt so nice that i thought id go fast and just enjoyed the breeze. I saw a car coming in my direction and i immediately pressed the brake handles and tried to turn to the sidewalk. the car ended up turning into another street. At the speed i was going, the sudden jolt of the brakes sent me in a front flip spin. it was more like 1 and a half front flip. I landed on my back with my bike and movies landing like 15 feet away. At the moment it all happened, i was like "holy shit I'm flipping forwards. aw man...". Even though it only happened in a few moments, i was conscience of the fact that i was gonna flip as it was happening and in that short time period, was embracing for impact. When you're conscious like that, it kinda feels like an eternity, with me just waiting to hit the ground already. On the ground i couldnt move. I was on my back groaning and looking up. I realized i was still on the street and started getting up/crawling to the bike. A middle-aged couple saw the whole thing and offered me some help. The man helped me to my feet while the lady got my movies and bike. I thanked them and said I'm fine and that i dont need any help. Rather than heading back home, i walked my bike to the library and dropped off the movies. I immediately went to the bathroom to check if i had been hurt anywhere. I had felt a sharp pain on my back and in the mirror saw i was indeed injured. My back was covered in wet,sticky blood that was already beginning to dry up. Skin had been torn away and the blood sorta sticked to my shirt. I walked home with my bike (not getting any movies or anything from the library) and told my parents what happened. I told them not to worry and that i was fine. They asked to see it so i showed them and then said to leave it alone. I decided to take a nap then. I let it heal on its own the next few weeks. I still have a scar on my lower back from the incident.
Never had any broken bones or serious injuries. Taken some pretty hard hits and all but most of the time, i walked away unharmed.