I'm an idiot. Bruised finger as proof!

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Been punched by the impact wrench too.... Had it up by my noggin, in a tight spot and pulled the trigger. Here comes the handle, to give you a big kiss!
 
That's the weird part... replaced the shocks on the truck... lugnuts ala air wrench... whole truck up on the rack... tires down... old ones off new ones in... not ONE injury.

But let me walk into an empty room... trouble. It boggles the mind.

Ohhh or when I bend down to get TP out of the cabinet in the bath, not remembering that I already opened said cabinet... yet another corner to the head. GAH!

I am klutz, hear me roar.
 
I didn't read through all of the post on this topic but how many of
us have been all alone and done something like the OP did or even shut
a finger in a car door or maybe hit it with a hammer then look around to
see if anybody saw you do it, even when we knew nobody was around?
To the OP..I have already lost one fingernail and the other is about gone
so good luck with yours. Yeah I hit two different nail one right after the other.
Talking about feeling like a dummy>
 
I am fairly tall so I walk into a lot of low-hanging stuff. People open the bay door enough to walk out. The door is now open to my chest.

My Mom put up all the mirrors in our house, back in Maryland. The tallest one and I can see the bottom of my chin.

The basement is the land of ducking and bonking. The day I became too tall to walk in the basement, was a memorable one. I ran down the slippery, uncarpeted, wooden stairs, taking them three at a time (because I am a boy!) and when I got to the bottom, continued running, right into blissful unconsciousness. Scalped myself on the lintel, above the next doorway, which was about 6' high. I am 6'2". Many a first word, upon regaining consciousness is "Owwwwww."

Dad saw me coming through the doorway, feet first.
 
When we were little my brother tripped on the basement stairs and went hurtling down the stairs toward the concrete basement floor. He was sumersaulting on each step and looked like a blur.

It all happened so fast. My sister and I just sood there, it must have taken about one second for him to fall down the entire flight of stairs.

My mother was standing in the basement. She reached over the (open) stair case, held out her hand, and caught my brother's ankle as he somersaulted past.

He wound up, dangling in the air, with my mother holding onto his ankle, the top of his head about two inches from the concrete.

Not a scratch.
 
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Youch! I am suddenly OK with being short! 'Cause that means I can do this:
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Pinwheel, for the win. It doesn't count if there's no bleeding and only half points if there's only crying. Falling downstairs *hurts*. You forget that, as an adult, because we grab onto stuff to stop the fall. Kids just go all "dead puppet" and then rag-doll their way to the bottom.

Maximum pain involves anything that eventually turns into a black fingernail and also falling off a bike. Wow skinned knees hurt. They sting and ache and burn for *days*.
 
I hit my head on the roof of a golf cart about 2 or 3 times during a round. My SADW had to give me a "Now do you know it's there?" the last time we played together then, two holes later, smacked her head on it. I never said a word.
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