Small, but painful!

I once saved my friend from falling when she tripped on a kerb - unfortunately that made me lose my balance and I broke my wrist. I was able to "blackmail" her for a long time over that.

At one place where I worked, I was looking through an old accident book.

There was an incident of staff going to do the Christmas shopping (it was a residential home) opening the back of the minibus, and a huge frozen turkey falling out and breaking their foot.

Yes. A woman going up a " down " escalator and appearing splayed out on the floor. I couldn't have helped her as I was near to wetting myself.

I’m sorry but I was laughing out loud but not at your Grandson MissAdventure. I hope it feels better soon, ice cream works ?

When our children were small husband had just finished papering the staircase with lovely pale blue wallpaper and was relaying the carpet while I was at work. I came home to find him sitting on the sofa with his foot up on a chair and a child on each knee. He'd kicked the carpet back into the top stair which came back out and he slid all the way down the stairs - leaving a great big skid mark off his shoes all the way down the new wallpaper!! Eldest son still remembers it and he's 48 now

Just remembered an entry for a head injury in our accident book when we had an engineering factory - 'hit self on head with rubber hammer'

Let me set the scene. DC slept in attic bedrooms. The stairs from 1st floor to attic were split in two by a half landing with a boxroom off it with a raised step.

DD would insist on leaping from the bottom stair of the upper half flight of stairs across the landing to the boxroom.
I kept warning her that if she wasn't careful she would bang her foot on the newel post and do herself an injury. Did she take any notice of me? Of course she didn't.

Eventually it happened and she limped downstairs crying and upset. I was less than sympathetic. The toe looked fine to me. I suggested she put a sock on that foot to stop the toe getting banged or twisted further and go to bed.

Unfortunately my aunt was staying with me. She was a nurse and head of a school of nursing. She was all sympathy and cooing, examined DD's toe and said she had broken it and should go to A&E.

It was late on Sunday evening, I had to get up early for work on Monday. After 4 hours in A&E and two xrays. The doctors effectively did exactly what I had done. told her to wear a sock to stop the toe getting bruised ot twisted further. The only difference they sellotaped little toe to adjacent toe first.

DD has never allowed me to forget my brutality and indifference, when my aunt had been so kind.

We brought our sons up on a pair of narrowboats, one that was our workshop and the other that we bought and fitted out as our home after DS2 came along. We fitted it out ourselves, but never quite finished some of the smaller jobs. One of those jobs involved the door - its frame was in angle iron. The original plan was to finish it off with wood, but we never got round to it.

Anyway, now i have set the scene, you might be able to imagine how one of the boys, about ten by this time, managed to cut his head open when he bounded too enthousiastically out of the boat one day.

Having examined the bleeding head, I decided to phone the doctor's surgery to see if one of the nurses would take a look to see if stitches were needed. While i was still on the phone, the other decided to show his dad (who had just come over from the workshop boat) what had happened. His re-enactment was so good that I had to take them both, with identical injuries, to the surgery for stitches.

If the nurse hadn't heard it all over the phone, I think we might have had some serious explaining to do!

One evening I asked DS to take his laundry and put it away. He dropped his socks (all neatly made into sock balls). He picked up a pair and went to kick them up the stairs. He missed and kicked the bottom stair.
His foot swelled up immediately, and his toes turned back on themselves and looked extremely peculiar.
We went off to A&E where we had a very long wait (it being a Friday night). After an x-ray, it was decided that he had only sustained soft tissue damage.,
So nothing was much damaged, except for his pride!

I have a large, heavy wooden pastry board which one evening slipped out of my hand and the corner landed on my little toe which was obviously broken. I spent the summer in flip-flops and when I swam, the toe flopped up and down.

My grandfather once had to take three of his children to A&E inside of a week. One got his fingers crushed in some equipment (thankfully no bones were broken and the damage wasn't permanent), the next day another fell off her pointe shoes in ballet class and cracked her elbow, and two days after that a third broke his fingers falling off a baseball backstop he had climbed.

By the time Grandpa was taking in the third one, they just asked for first name and injury

Thankfully the nature of the injuries would have indicated that child abuse was unlikely.

I recently posted about a heavy table dropping on my toes, damaging three of them (they're still a vibrant maroona nd purple btw).

On Friday, my homecare lady took me to get a pair of shoes the podiatrist had recommended and during the try-on, the assstant pressed hard on my injured toes to see where they came in the shoe - this o ascertain if I needed a halfsze larger. I refrained from screaming or swearing.

MissAdventure are you going to put some padding on that thingy under the sofa? I seem to think it's one of those cases where a 'bunnie' might come in handy!

I remember a work colleague relating how she was irritated by her cat's yowling in the morning so she went to kick it out of the door. She missed the cat, hit the door frame and broke her toe. I have to say my sympathies were entirely with the cat and I was horrified about the force with which she must have moved her foot.

At the opposite end of the body from toes, one of my sons knocked himself out and had concussion after hitting his head on a 'Mind your head' sign in a shop.

I went to get my handbag from the wardrobe shelf but I hadn't realised that one of the handles had got caught round my dumbell weights, 2 kilos fell on my right foot. I was ten minutes from leaving the house for a lunch date and was left with a navy blue balloon for a foot, I carried on but dreaded having to take my shoe off.

I had a new brown carpet fitted on the stairs. One night I was coming down them in the dark so as not to wake DH. Thought I had reached the landing but was on the last stair. I walked forward and both my feet curled under me. I broke a bone in my right foot and a toe on the left. What a mess.

My friend was telling her son off, and angrily putting things away.
She pulled the cupboard door really hard, as it used to stick a bit and it opened over her toe, peeling her big toenail right back.

She had to shut the door again to get her toe out from under it. Ouch!!

DD's best friend was living in the US with her husband and two small children. She was at a playground and saw one of her children about to fall off the climbing frame. She rushed to the rescue and knocked herself out on the rail. After a night in the ER being scanned and X rayed she was sent home looking like Frankenstein's monster. A few days later she flew into England with the children. Coming through the airport she was stopped by the police who wanted to know why a woman who had obviously been beaten up was travelling with children who had a different surname! (She hadn't got round to changing her passport) Fortunately she has foreseen that there might be a problem and was carrying her marriage certificate, the children's birth certificates and all the hospital paperwork about her accident.