Yesterday, I manage to cut myself with Tupperware.
That is all.
applauds wildly. misses and smacks self in head.
Quite some time back I posted that I had chipped a tooth on some breakfast cereal or on some soft popcorn. My wife chipped one of hers on meringue.
I hate paper cuts.
There was at least a story (which may have been reduced to Urban Legend by now) that Ira Hayes, one of the guys who was photographed and turned into a sculpture lifting the flag at Iwo Jima, drowned in a mud puddle.
Oh, wow, I thought I was the Queen of Klutziness and I have never, ever, managed to do that. I’m cheering.
I have, however, fallen *up * the stairs. There’s a thread around here somewhere about when I fell *down * the stairs. And I have tripped over painted lines.
I have also done this… you are not alone. 
I cut myself with safety scissors. My own shoes are out to get me, judging by how often they try to trip me up. I cannot readjust my pillow at night without smacking my head into the headboard.
I feel your pain.
my own feet are out to get me …
i too feel your pain
My turn my turn
I chipped off half a molar on KFC mashed potatoes once!! Now it’s just a giant silver filling. (At least it was the back half and no one sees it unless I show it to them.)
I, while in my bare feet, once stepped on an interior extension cord – and carved a one-inch chunk out of my heel. Still don’t know how I managed it. Just clever, I guess. :smack:
Hmmph, just try telling people that you broke your arm in a pillow fight, I missed and caught my arm on a cupboard door, but still…
Psh. Amateurs. I sustained a serious injury (sprained ankle requiring a doctors visit) doing nothing more than walking on smooth pavement. (“How’d this happen?” “Uh, I fell.”) I’ve drawn blood with a cell phone charger. I once managed to ride my bicycle over my own foot, and I still don’t know quite how I did that.
The OP is impressive, though. I admit.
Oh, and I once sprained my wrist putting on pantyhose. No, I don’t get it, either.
I’m obviously an amateur klutz in the presence of greatness here, but last week, carrying some excess handouts 10 feet from the meeting room to the recycling bin, I managed to get a paper cut on my lip.
It hurt.
So? One time when I was blinking I managed to get whiplash, fall down the stairs, and I DIED.
Okay, not really. But seriously, y’all should get padded suits or something. Egads.
My SO has suggested Kevlar armor for me permanently.
I once cut a finger and drew blood with seafood cocktail sauce.
Not the bottle. Not the bottlecap.
The sauce.
Normally, after using the sauce, I don’t clean off the top, so a dried, thin layer of sauce develops on the glass under the cap. It winds up projecting a little horizontally.
One day I tried cleaning the bottle by wiping the top with my finger. I tried once, but since the stuff was fairly dry and hard, it didn’t work. I tried again with more pressure, thinking that would work. It didn’t, and about a second later I felt my finger stinging slightly. I thought, “WTF?” I looked at my finger and saw a cut that was starting to bleed slightly.
I bandaged my finger and threw away the bottle.
I broke my foot walking on a level floor. Then walked a block and a half and drove a 5-speed to the doctor’s office. The doctor told me walking on it, even tho I almost passed out and ended up purple from my toes to my knee, had reset the bone so I didn’t have to have surgery. If it had swollen with the bone out of place they would have had to cut.
I’ve given myself a papercut (well, foilcut) on the foil covering of a Jell-O snack cup, just picking it up…
Twice.
:smack:
I have a friend who suffered a paper cut while browing through a book. He got cut…on his eye.
Imagine the panick we all have when we heard the news, and the disbelief we have to deal with. “You meant that he cut his eye with a piece of paper!?”. Fortunately, there’s no real damage…
Me? Well, I guess I have the reputation of the “guy who keeps droping things from his desk”. It’s not really a desk, but those table-cum-chairs you keep finding in lecture and seminar rooms. The table’s really small, and as it rests on a hinge, it slides over easily. So there was once during lecutre I have all my stuff on it - notes, a clear folder, my pencil case, textbooks – all the indiciators of a hardworking undergraduate. Then absentmindedly, I strectched backward in my chair and accidentally tipped the table over, causing a cascade of pens, pencil, erasers and notes flying all over the place…
And the whole lecture theatre explodes into laughter. Oh well.
I sliced my finger open on dry ramen noodles, twice.