Personal injuries.

[Paper Carnival]

I never had a serious injury. The worst thing that happened to me was when I was really young and I kicked a cactus. Yes, I kicked a cactus. It was a painful way to discover that cloth slippers aren't impervious to sharp things. The spikey bastard got me between my toe and my toenail.

[Oliwerko]

Voh - That reminds me of one mouth adventure I've had.
You know that two things in your mouth that kind of bind the middle of your first two teeth to the gums (both up and down)? (fraenulum is maybe it's name).
So these things made troubles in my mouth being too tight and thus making my teeth grow wild. They had to be loosened. How? With scissors, of course.
I went to the surgeon, she first put four anesthesia injections (ouch, needles to gum) on the upper fraenulum and six (!) on the lower one.
After the operation, it was fine, but after some four hours, hell broke loose.

I was not able to be completely awake, because I was exhausted. But the pain kept me awake. This situation lasted hours. Painful.
Two weeks of eating fluid food and not being able to smile, not even to close my mouth.

[R4L]

Wow, I seem to be an amazingly lucky idiot. I've fallen so many times it's not funny, hard and harder, but I've never broken anything. The closest I got to breaking anything was when I was playing volleyball and my middle finger got bent all the way backwards. I remember it touching the back of my hand. And all I did was sprain it.

The most awful and painful experience I've had, health-wise, has been a gum infection. That was all thanks to Mr. Wisdom Tooth #3, which had decided to not go the route it was supposed to go but ended up at a 90 degree angle, its crown firmly seated against the molar next to it. Also the first cavity I've ever had, as it was still covered. It never broke through. The infection got so bad that I couldn't close my mouth - I was unable to put my jaws together, and that made it impossible to chew. Not happy.

I went to the doctor a week after it had started hurting, spending that time not eating anything but custard and popsicles (to quell the swell). After that, it took 2 weeks before the surgical removal would take place (my dentist didn't dare attempt it, straight to the surgeon I went). In the meantime I had to take a cotton wad, 5 times a day, and pour hydrogen-peroxide over it, then put that on the infected gums and CHEW it. THAT WAS HELL.

The removal went fine, except for the fact that they had to cut into my gums and still thought it prudent to only put in one stitch. I argued with the surgeon about that, but he said it'd be fine.

I was back in the hospital a few hours later, still spitting out blood every few seconds, because it just wouldn't stop. 7 stitches later by a different surgeon and a new dose of local anesthesia, and I was sent home. It took another 2 weeks before I could eat normally again.

5 weeks of not being able to eat resulted in losing 18 kilos of weight (that's about 40 pounds). It took a week of eating normally before I felt close to a human being again, because I'd gotten fairly weak because of it.

Not happy times.

But hey, I've never broken anything, so I'm not complaining (that much)

I think that's worse than breaking something.