Multi coloured goose egg!

Firstly I hope that you are alright now. I know that I made a slight joke of it at the time, but these things can be nasty. Do look after yourself. Probably the daftest injury, which wasn't too serious, but it hurt at the time, was when I made a fist, held it over the open palm of my other hand and asked her to "smell the cheese". I meant to push my fist forward gently and just touch her on the nose. Instead I pulled my fist backwards and bopped myself on the nose. She laughed like a drain and I had an extremely bruised nose and pride!

Hi GreenMoo, I must have missed something or some discussions because I apologize I was completely unaware. I hope you are feeling a bit better now all the bruising has come out, even if it does look like a multi coloured goose egg on your head! The worst silly one I ever sustained was when I was sleeping on the lounge floor at my dads house and someone knocked the door, his dog came flying through the lounge to bark at the door and his claw caught me under the eye. Boy did I have a shiner and no one believed me that my dads dog had done it. Ellie :D

Most impressive injuries were when I was in college, and required to get a PE credit. I chose, foolish me, to do balance beam and trampoline. I am not normally an active person, but I thought I would do this rather than team ball games. The coach showed videos of one of his most advanced students, and honestly this class was mostly do it yourself, teach yourself. I decided I would do the same. Some of the backward and forward rolls and other things on the beam tended to leave me with images of glowing orange sunsets on the outsides of my thighs, left one in particular. I slowly turned purple and green and blue. Most daft was when I managed to shut my right hand inside the car door. That was the hand I was using to shut the door.

hi green moo my most daft injury was to trip over my own foot,fall on a concrete sidewalk and bread, smash the bones in my 80 year old shoulder so instead of having breakfast out i landed in the hospital for five days, surgery on my shoulder, a metal and plastic shoulder joint replacement and a lot of rehab. not myshining moment for sure. dont know about impressive had my arm in a sling for six weeks. still cannot really use my left arm.You were so lucky you did not fall off the beam, glad youare getting well now.Boy that must have really hurt.wow.

I cannot think of anything as dramatic as your accident,that sounds so sore!but often the bruises look more than they are.The only thing that comes to mind is when I cut the skin in betwwen my forefinger and my thumb,and yes it was very deeply cut.I wasnt going to bother doing much about it at all!but hubby said that it looked so raw and sore and in fact down right horrible,so I popped to hospital casualty and they decided to suture it,it was a bit awkward because each time I stretched my fingers the sutures stretched too,but it healed over after a week or two..ther I tried so hard to make that all soind so dramatic!

Poor you! You'll have to change your name to Black'n'BlueMoo! I haven't done a daft injury as such, but I woke one morning with a big fat swollen lip and cheek and have no idea why! Either I was allergic to something I'd eaten that evening before going to bed, or some sort of insect bit me in the night. It was VERY weird, and felt tight and horrible like a balloon. I was too embarrassed to go for a walk because I looked like some kind of weird alien. It took 24 hours to go down - and I still have no clue what caused it!

Ouch! Well the stupidest thing i have ever done to injure myself would have to be the ice incident with the stairs. It was when we still lived in AR. We had had an ice and snow storm. My daughter was about 9 and had a friend over. We lived in an apartment on the apartment had steel and concrete stairs. I was going to go check the mail and like an idiot I slipped my feet into my rubber soled house slippers. I go down the stairs no problem till I hit the 4th from the bottom....which is covered in snow and icemy feet fly up and I go down hitting each and everyone of the remaining steps with my back and butt. I notice through my pain that the mailman is at the building next to ours so trying to save the last it of my dignity I stand up and go get my mail (on the other side of our building) and crawl back up to our apartment where I go straight to my bedroom cover my mouth with a pillow and scream. Needless to say that was the last time that particular friend of my daughters came to our house (it was her first visit and I think she thought I must be crazy). I was black and blue on my backside forever and had knots where I had hit the stairs. I was stiff and sore real bad.