Smacked my self with a hatchet as I missed the tree I was trimming. (cut my knee wide open)

Drilled a hole in my thumb as the 4 inch screw I was driving broke and the Screw bit hit my hand steadying the screw.

Dropped a tree on my 4x4 truck. ( step dad did not put the chain on the bottom of the tree we felled, it fell still standing against another tree so it was still up right. Instead he put the chain 6 feet off the ground. I was in the truck I hear "OK GO" I floor it and next thing I know theres a tree on top my truck and I could see nothing.

I forgot my smokes in my car, went out to get them late at night. We lived in the mountians so it was very dark. I go out and manage to catch my right eye just above the eyeball its self, on the campershell window. ( it had the crank out style side wings).

I go in the house, the MRS is sleeping, she rolls over and I tell her what happened, her response was " told you smoking would kill you" and went back to sleep.

My Mrs was expecting our first born, I wake one night feeling someone looming over me, so I crack my eye open to see her face and a fist come out of no where and POW im seeing stars. I vsit up ( im fully awake now) and watch her rollover and go back to sleep. She asks in the morning how I get a black eye, I tell her what happened and she says im full of balloney. I say yeh It always sounds better if I go round tellin people the Mrs decked me.

a few nights later I wake with the same looming feeling, This time I open my eye as I try to move my head ( fully suspicious of what may be coming) again WHAM, she misses my eye and gives me a bloody nose instead. Again she rolls over continuing sleeping. Every preganacy since then I made sure never to open my eyes if I felt any looming feeling.

Slipped off my tanker at work twisted my ankle, pants got caught on hose clamp and was dangling by one leg up side down, til co corker spotted me and cut my down.

A lid broke off my tanker ( I work nights) as I walked the length of the tanker I found the open hole. I fell half way in, one leg on the deck the other in the hole, chest against the opposite side of the opening. I cut a 3 inch gouge out my leg and sliced my chest across the entire length.

Done that.

Oh man!

Wish I'd seen that. I wouldn't have helped ya but I woulda got some good pics

I assume you're a feloow trucker?

A school friend and I were in a tree showing off to a couple of girls we fancied.  We decided to get down and talk to them.  He swung off a branch, did a graceful leap through the air and slid down an embankment towards them.  They were pretty impressed.

I attempted to do the same except the branch I grabbed to swing from snapped under me and I fell, breaking both my wrists and rolled down the embankment to land at the girl's feet.  They were seriously impressed but just about gagged when I showed them the damage.

I don't know if this would be considered an injury, but it sure hurt like hell. Some years ago, while working with my brother, they decided to bring in some gym equipment to the warehouse to workout after work. I always wanted to buff up a bit and lose my flaby stomach so I figured why not give it a try. Bare in mind I had never done any type of workout besides bike riding. I was an amature big time, and thanks to my brothers idiotic training, to this day I remain an amature.

He started me out with some warm ups, which exusted me within seconds, and then we hit the weights. Instead of starting me out light and working my way up, he gave me the most i could handle and then wanted me to do several sets. My arms were hurting within a while of lifting the weights, but I wanted to be macho and prove I could do this. Well, for the moment, my body was warned up, my mind was set and my addrenaline was rushing, so I kept going and they kept adding more weight. That night I was so tired I could barely eat, I just sat and watched TV after a nice warm shower. What I was not aware of was what I had coming to me by next morning.

I spent most of the night tosing and turning, could not find a comfortable spot and when I woke up in the morning to go to work, I found out why. Due to the fact that I had never done anything remotely close to the workout I did the night before, my muscles got tensed up and I could not move my arms up or down without help and could barely move my legs without losing balance. I was scared, confused, angry and hopeless. I couldn't do anything without struggling, even drinking water became a task. Talk about getting first hand knowledge of what it would be like to be handi-capped from the arms in some way.

I first insulted my brother for pushing me too hard, then I insulted myself for letting my ego take over and act like I could do it, then I never went anywhere near weights again.

At the dojo we were practicing a choke hold that will put ya out in six seconds if applied nicely, or crush  your windpipe  if applied with force. 

My sensei warned us to only apply light pressue, but I decided I want to "feel" the choke and asked my partner to let me feel it a bit more.  I tapped out when I started to choke a bit and felt perfectly fine after a moment.

The next day my throat felt a bit sore and decided to go to the doctor when it would not go away after a few days.  My doctor told me I had a bruised trachea.  It was a valuable lesson I assure you!

ouch zubaz.... well at least the boys are still attached!

This made me recall of all the incidents my poor shins and knees endured on the shin bustin hitches on pickups.