Once with my wife (she went into labor in the middle of the night).
I think just once for myself, when I was in my 20’s and had a fever of 104 my girlfriend took me in, turned out to be double pneumonia.
Once for my son, who hit a corner with his forehead and got a deep gash that required stitches.
Not even fire ants, I think… The ants that got me were local nasty red ants.
Also, I forgot another “urgent care” visit to the university’s health care center. A red-tailed hawk talooned me while I was helping do a physical exam on it. The taloon on my hand hurt nothing… But when the one in charge worked to get that nail out… OUCH OUCH! I cried like a baby then. See, the hawk wouldn’t let go of it, and it was basically a strength match between the bird and the guy… in my hand.
Knowing about the bird, I requested my tetanus booster shot, at the very least. Took them a while to accept to it.
never in the actual er, but a couple times to the doc in the box:
shattered right big toe (and did i ever do a number on it… a major undertaking to piece it back together again via my favorite orthosurgeon).
twice for a persistent, 103-degree fever and/or other flu-related issues.
Delivery, or as the patient? 
As a patient, maybe a dozen, if you count Doc-in-a-box trips, too. Multiple stitches, multiple broken bones, a blown calf muscle, corneal scratches, 2 different dog bites, 2 OTJ fire and rescue injuries.
Several hundred, if you count hauling my wife POV and all the ambulance runs I’ve made.
Only once for myself, that I remember. I fell down some stairs and landed in a trashcan full of broken glass, about cut one of my pinky fingers off. When I was maybe 5 or 6.
Brought someone once in college, when they were drunk and fell and messed up their face pretty badly. Then she had some kind of freakout before getting seen, and insisted we leave. She’s not my friend any more.
Tons of times, but never because of one of my injuries. My father’s a physician, and his hospital used to have this provision: if you were on call, you had to be physically in the building. (It’s a hospital in rural western Wisconsin.) Those weekends, Dad lived at the hospital - they had a room for him with a bed and TV, and he’d go back there when rounds were finished and he wasn’t needed. We’d go over at least once that weekend, sometimes much more often, and bring him dinner or whatnot, just so he didn’t feel so isolated.
Other than that, I went to the ER when my mom got in a bad car accident and was being treated for her injuries there. And that’s about it. I’ve never been there for myself.
I’m just talking about times when you’ve been a patient, not when you visited someone else.
I think I’ve done the latter only once myself. GF went in for a standard GYN exam, got admitted to the ER, and stayed in the hospital for a week. Turns out her kidneys were no longer functioning.
If we are counting doc-in-the-box visits, my number would be much higher, but I don’t think that’s in the spirit of the OP: I’ll go to an urgent care clinic if I have early signs of a UTI on a Saturday and want to nip it in the bud, but I’d wait till Monday before I’d go to the ER with such a thing.
Three or five times depending on how you look at it.
Once when I had sprained my hand and needed a doctor’s signature that it hurt too much for me to work for a couple of days (she put me off work for two weeks, but I was fine after 5/6 days).
Once when I fell off my bicycle going home from a bar. I have never cycled drunk again.
Once when I accidentally scratched off a scab and the wound got infected.
The two maybes are once as a child and once as a teenager when I needed to get stitched. Growing up at a hospital means my mother just called whoever neighbour was on duty who came along, took a look at the wound, led me by the hand to the surgery and fixed it.
Age; Ailment
2.5; Busted head falling off table (stitches).
7; Some sort of intestinal issue
11; Knee injury (drained fluid, got immobilizer cast for 6-8 weeks)
13; broken fingers
18; split chin open playing basketball (stitches)
26; back injury playing ice hockey
27; face split open (stitches) & throat damaged taking cross check to face/neck playing ice hockey
28; shattered thumb (Go Kart rollover accident. Resulted in surgery day before wedding & cast on wedding day)
41; Possible gall bladder or other ‘attack’- arrived via rescue squad (Very Serious at the time, but undiagnosed)
43; back injury while boating (4 months ago)
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Um, 7 times
-broken arm
-dislocated kneecap
-dislocated kneecap 2
-dislocated kneecap 3
-horrible stomach pain - still unexplained
-what turned out to be gas
-kidney stone
I think I was about 8 or 9 years old, I fell off my bed and hit my head on the nightstand. I remember going to the ER to get stitches. I was crying so the nurse set a box of tissues on the bed for me. When they came in to look at the cut, I jerked when they touched me and the box fell off the bed. The noise startled me (I didn’t realize the box fell) so I asked the nurse what that noise was. She said “Oh, your brain must have fell out, we’ll put it back in.” Not funny.
In my early 20’s I had a miscarriage. I was losing a lot of blood but my boyfriend didn’t think it was that big of a deal. Just a “heavy period”. When I passed out in the bathroom, his roommate decided they should take me to the ER.
A few years later, I woke up and couldn’t open up my eye, the pain was excruciating. I asked my now ex-husband (yes, the BF from above) to drive me to the ER. He couldn’t, he was “busy”, so I called my mom. The ER doc said it was an abrasion on the cornea and gave me some drops and a tetanus shot. After a day or two it wasn’t better so I went to the eye doctor and found out it was actually an ulcer. Nice.
Once, 54 years ago when I was five. We were visiting friends of my father, and I got a big splinter. If it were at our house, I suspect we wouldn’t have gone. I’ve been a bunch for wife and kids, but not for me.
I’ve also only spend one night in a hospital in 59 years, which is plenty.
Just twice:[ul]
[li]The summer before I turned 5, the apartment building my family lived in had a serious fire. No one in my family was injured, but I went into shock and was taken to the hospital via ambulance.* I was fine by the time I arrived in the ER.[/li][li]In college I once managed to scratch my cornea while sleeping. Not many people on campus had cars (and no one I knew could have driven mine, because it was a stick), plus it had recently snowed quite a bit, so I had to find someone with a 4WD who was willing to take me to the ER. Asking for a favor from someone who I didn’t know very well while I could only partially see and was in quite a bit of pain was an interesting experience: luckily, one of the other girls in my class was really nice and helped me out. :)[/ul]I have never broken a bone or needed stitches, and I have never been admitted to a hospital. {knocks on wood}[/li]
(*I shared the ride with a fireman who had falled through the apartment building’s roof, and have had a soft spot for rescue personnel ever since.)
I assume that, when I collapsed in the doctor’s office with my blood sugar around seventy jillion and was rushed to the hospital, my first stop there was in the ER. But I can’t say I know it definitely; I regained consciousness in the ICU.
I went to the ER after a bad car accident. Huge mistake, that.
I’ve taken my father to the ER twice in the last two years, and my mother was in the ER several times in the two years leading up to her death.
Once in the 5th grade for stitches.
Once a year and a half ago for what turned out to be a horrible migraine. We called the ambulance because I was having the most intense, severe, pinpoint headache I had ever had. I was also experiencing the classic combo of poop and puke. I had been slightly dehydrated early that day and thought I was OK, but obviously not. The paramedics gave me some fluids via IV while I sat on the floor of our bedroom, but it wasn’t enough. So I took a ride in an ambulance! Once in the ER, they gave me more fluids and some phenergan (I think), which knocked me out like I had been pole-axed. Took a bit of a nap, and went home.
I’ve torn up body parts over the years playing various contact sports and tended to end up in the emergency room a lot. Maybe 15-20 times total.
4 or 5 times for knee injuries.
When I was a kid: once for stepping on a nail, once for spraining my ankle at the lake, once for cutting my hand open with an exacto knife. Probably others I forgot.
1960’s - once when I was hit in the eye by a thrown book (at school!), once when I cut open a golf ball and the gunk inside shot into my eye.
1960s, another time I burst my eardrum.
1974ish - put my foot through a window when I was trying to break into a girlfriend’s apartment … she had locked herself out.
1979ish - car wreck - totally my fault.
1980ish - car wreck - not my fault.
A few years ago when I broke my finger.
There were a couple of concussions in there when I was younger.
Wow, I’ve never listed them before. I have a hard time believing there are people who have never needed to go to the ER.
Clean living.
… does not act as a shield when some idiot runs a red light while you’re in the intersection.