One time I was looking up at the ceiling. Like, straight up, as far back as my head would tilt. In so doing I herniated a disc in my neck. It took several weeks to heal.
I must not return to this thread and read these stories.
Busted my nose walking into a plate glass window to the left of the glass door I thought I was going to.
I had forgotten about electric shocks. A few years ago something was stuck behind the bottom oven drawer. I reached in to grab it and the next thing I remember is being about 5 feet from my stove on my bottom. My whole right hand was numb and I had a decent burn on my palm. The repair man for my apartment said what happened was not my fault. Something had not been set right and the outlet was 2 far down.
Did exactly the same thing myself. However I was in my twenties. I had the fancy idea to test out the cartoon trope and see just how much force it carries.
That’s all fine as long as you actaully manage to catch the rake handle in your hand before it smacks you in the face.
^^^OUCH!
Sorry–that was funny. I Just burst out laughing. Thankfully I’m the only one in the shop right now.
It really hurt but I also found it hilarious myself and ended up on the floor whimpering in pain and laughing at the same time. 
When my brother was not-quite-9, he was hospitalized and was in something similar. He tried telling the nurse he needed to use the bathroom. She ignored him. So he wet the bed.
And she left him in it for hours.
I believe my parents Had Words with the hospital administration over that.
And in keeping with this thread: the reason he was in a hospital was that he and his buddies were goofing off in a house under construction a short distance away from ours. They got up to the second floor somehow - and he fell through the stairwell, into the basement. Thank heaven the friends got help rather than running away and leaving him there. He was concussed, and unconscious for a day or two. My parents didn’t really tell the rest of us how bad it might have turned out. Fortunately he had no obvious sequelae - though I strongly believe he had personality changes as a result.
A lot more is known about closed head injuries these days, and your brother may indeed have been affected by his fall.
~VOW
Yup. And you also proved that the cartoons were right–those handles will definitely whack you in the face!
Oh, I’m quite certain he was. It just wasn’t anything obvious like a physical disability, or severe headaches and light intolerance (as a friend’s daughter has gone through from what looked like a much less serious injury).
The less-obvious changes were personality-related, behavioral, and possibly some subtle learning disabilities. He was the only one of us to not go straight to college, and there were numerous other behavioral issues along the way. He did ultimately straighten up and finish college (just shy of 30 years old), has settled down, has remained married, and even has a child. One might claim that his political leanings are presently the most obvious lingering effect…
I was out hiking and slipped on some loose stones, and sat down. Really hard.
Got a concussion. (Mild.) A concussion of the brain…from a swift, sharp jolt to the BUTT!
Our bodies are weird…
I used to catch birds and one method was to use mist nets that hung between two poles. The poles were set upright by pounding rebar into the ground. Sometimes the ground was pretty hard, and you had to swing the sledgehammer hard to get the rebar deep enough to hold the poles securely. Soooo, one time I swung the hammer and missed the rebar, but not the back of my hand. Ow! Swung again, and missed the rebar but not the spot I previously hit on my hand. OWW! Swung again…yep, I hit my hand three times in a row and was very sore for a long time.
There are many people for which that seems the likeliest outcome given where they normally carry their head.
I’m not suggesting you’re one of those folks though. Which is why it’s so surprising this happened to you.
Didn’t surprise my sister in the least. 
I was 15 and at school and chasing someone as high school boys do. They tried to pull a door closed and I decided the best way to stop the door closing was to shove my head in the closing gap. They pulled the door shut on my head and I had a decent brusie on my cheek and a headache. Turns out it was a broken cheekbone although I only found that out 3 days later when I broke a bunch of ribs in a horse riding accident and had a lot of x rays. Dont use you head to keep doors open.
During my first year of teaching, I was out on the playground with the kids one day when I realized that somebody had put an empty aquarium out on the playground for some unknown reason. I further realized that the glass in the aquarium was broken. This was, obviously, an accident waiting to happen. (I was teaching kindergarten.) I got another teacher to keep an eye on my students so I could take care of the busted aquarium. Went over, figured out how best to pick it up safely, bent over to grab it, and naturally slashed the heck out of my finger. Deep cut, blood, the works. Wound up getting stitches and later a splint when it refused to heal properly.
I got what I deserved, I guess, for not using gloves. It’s ironic that I got hurt specifically because of my zeal to get that thing OFF THE FUCKING PLAYGROUND…so that, y’know, no one would get hurt.
Yeesh. You must have kept your parents on their toes.
Also, I love your username.
This is not the most severe injury of my life, but I consider it the stupidest, because I was an adult and should have known better.
During a karate class, we were doing all different types of push ups. These were never my strength, but I saw myself improve over the past weeks. The teacher demonstrated something I’d never seen before: an exercise where you would push yourself completely off the ground from a pushup position and clap your hands under your torso in midair before landing back on your hands. I saw others around me do this, so I thought “how hard can it be?” and proceeded to fall on my chin so hard I scraped the skin and had pains where my jaw attached to the skull for weeks afterwards.
Oh yeah: further proof those stairs are trying to kill me:
In 2018, I had wrist surgery. I know I posted about it here - but long story short, I had a bone spur that had severed one tendon and had its pointy little eyes at others. Found this out on a Thursday, had the surgery on the next Tuesday, and in between those days my husband decided HE wanted orthopedic surgery too, and broke his knee skiing.
Getting ready to head out the door for his surgery, I walked down the stairs holding the envelope of papers tucked under my right arm (the one in the sling) while holding onto the railing with the left - and my foot slipped out from under me. It didn’t actually injure the arm but it sure did hurt like hell.
A bit over a year later, I slipped on those SAME stairs. Busted my tailbone, judging by the symptoms. Didn’t seek medical care since I wasn’t experiencing any of the issues where they urge you to do so, though I did have to buy one of those chair cushions with the cutout for the tailbone. It was a few months before it felt better and even 6 months later it flared when we took a bus to NYC - my tail was screaming at me by the time we arrived. Still twinges sometimes after a long car ride (and I’m glad I posted this - because I’m driving 10 hours tomorrow and I’d have forgotten my ass-cushion otherwise).
I think the only reason the stairs haven’t had a go at me this year is they’re paying attention to the news and they think there’s enough going on already.