I was once choked so bad my eyes bled. I was about 3 or 4 years old. My bedroom was on the third floor of our house and it was freezing up there in the winter. We used to sleep with sleeping bags on top of our comforters and my sleeping bag still had that string on it used to tie it when you rolled it. I woke not able to breath and tried to go tell my parents. I was young and scared and didn’t notice the string was wrapped around my neck so I was dragging the sleeping bag behind me as I tried to walk. I got to the steps and couldn’t go any farther and was choking/trying to scream and my brother woke up. My nose and eyes were bleeding by the time my parents got to me. The only thing I remember about the incident was standing at the top of the stairs trying to scream when my brother woke up.
I’ve never gotten stitches below the neck. Just in my head.
I spent three weeks in a neck brace from diving in a pool when I was 13. I dove off the diving board and as soon as I hit the water I couldn’t move my neck. I sprained it and spent a few weeks in a neck brace.
I’ve never broken a bone below the waist. I’ve broken my arm twice and wrist once. Bruised ribs, sprained ankles, but never broken a leg foot or ankle.
I broke an arm when it was run over by a kid on a bike. As much as I wish the Red Rover story was true it’s not. I think people may have picked this one if I specified I broke an arm when I tripped over a whiffleball which was attached to a string which was attached to a kid’s bike who then rode over my arm. For some reason we thought it would be a fun game to tie a whiffleball to a string and tie the string to the back of the bike and the object of the game was to kick the whiffleball as someone rode the bike around. You know those movies where someone sets a trap in the woods where if you step in it, it grabs your leg and throws you up in the tree? The kind of thing that would never happen in real life? Well, that pretty much happened to me. The string wrapped around my ankle and I was immediately upended as he was turning around and I’m not really sure if my arm broke when it hit the ground or when he ran over it.
I’ve had Chlymadia.
Half of my toenails have fallen off. Two and a half years ago I ran the Philadelphia marathon. I never ran more than 5 miles before deciding to train for that. My feet didn’t do too well. A few toenails fell off in training. A few fell off after the race. They all grew back.