I’ve had a few good ones…
At 8 I stuck a stick through my neck trying to pole vault…the doctor actually pulled out pieces of the stick from my neck! My mom kept some of the pieces to show everyone!
In high school, learning to slide for softball, my dad sprayed the grass with water to make it slicker…it was slick alright. My first attempt to slide, I slipped and dislocated my thumb. Headed to the doc, got a soft cast. About 5 days later, at the pool, dislocated the same thumb again playing Marco Polo…that was a rough week.
But the grand finale…(so far) and the accident that got me knitting a year ago this month!! About 6 weeks after I got married, I wrecked my mountain bike attempting to go over a log that was WAY too high for me. I flew over the handle bars, landed on my right side on top of the log. DH was frantic, and I knew I had to get to the ER right away. Too bad we were in the woods about 3/4 of a mile, so I had to hike out first. Then drive 30 minutes to the hospital. Ended up with a Grade 3 liver laceration, internal bleeding and who knows how many cracked ribs. Spent the night in ICU and a few more days in the hospital. Was confined to no physical activity for about 8 weeks…so I taught myself how to knit. :cheering: By the time I could ride again, it was too cold, so I just knitted! I’m back on my bike now, happily riding, and pushing over big logs!