I'm pretty much the same as all of you, although I don't usually end up hurting anything but my pride.
Yesterday we were trying to get the fallen rabbit hutch back up on it's stand - DH on one side, me on the other backing up and trying to lift it onto the stand. I caught my heal on a big rock and started to go over backward. I dropped the hutch, which fell on it's face (again) and fell flat on my back while DH was trying to see around the hutch to figure out what the heck happened.
Two years ago I was weed eating the yard when my daughter (who was 6) kept bugging me to "try" the weed eater. I was tired and my decision making capability was not operating at full speed. I gave it to her and she immediately started having problems. I called her name and stepped in to take it from her. She turned, with it on full speed, and it caught the back of my shoe and ran all the way up the back of my leg (I had shorts on). It shredded the back of my leg. That's the worst injury I've ever had.
My job calls for me to work in the back country a lot, usually in the mud or in rivers, hiking through hummocks, etc. A year ago my boss and I were pushing a raft up river (too shallow for a motor) to a cabin we had to burn down. The raft started moving forward too fast and I kept holding on an it drug me right down into the water. This happened not once, but twice! The second time I filled my hip waders.
Three years ago I was in the field on a trail project. It was my first major project at my new job and I was the only woman in the field with 7 men. All of them were high ranking agency folk. We were on the job site and I had walkeddown to get some piece of gear when I heard the radio squawking and the project leader called for everyone to come listen. I started running (in Xtra tuffs and mud) and at the last mud puddle near the guys, I took a giant leap, missed the edge and fell face first in the mud. Classic Erin.