The worst accident you have ever had?

I turned a car onto its roof into a ditch in the fens. I walked away shocked. I've still no idea how it happened I came off the inside of a bend.

1. Two years ago I fell downstairs - two broken and dislocated toes,and concussion from where my head hit the wall. One of the toes had only just mended after breaking it in a football match in Battersea Park.

2. Cut foot during football match - cut became infected, foot turned black and full of pus - not nice.

3. Broken rib - rugby.

4. Broken nose x 3 - rugby

5. Torn ankle ligaments - football. Ankle swelled to balloon size instantly.

Nothing to write home about really. Potentially the worst accident I had was when I was 8 and fell backwards off a ladder onto a stone floor. Had I not been wearing a bowler hat (??!??), I would have split my head open something terrible. As it was, the rim absorbed the blow and I didn't even have a bump. Amazing.

I've never broken a bone.

Two or three weeks ago I fell off - or rather down - a metal ladder. It wasn't a long drop down, but I managed to bruise myself all over while clattering down the rungs. In the morning it felt like someone had been thumping me with baseball bats. Needless to say I milked people's sympathy for all it was worth.

I also did my knee in last winter getting off the Ox Tube. This minor accident turned more serious because like a twat I let it get infected and my whole leg swelled up.

Worst accident is the chipped tooth I got when fluey last Christmas (bah fuckin' HUMBUG). Had to go to Whitechapel to emergency dentists' for temporary treatment and the place was full of screaming kids (shudder) who are prioritised, eg if you've been waiting for FOUR HOURS and it's your turn, a screaming kid just through the door gets seen and you have to wait. I'd fainted in the bathroom and fallen to my knees, catching chin and incisors on sink - ouch. Fat lip. So I get into the consulting room and told the woman what happened, who gives me the concerned 'does 'e hit ya, luv?' look. AAAGH. I have flu, not victim status, you silly woman.

I've snapped a couple of bones in my right hand, had a few ugly burns - both oil and water, a few cuts and scrapes, stepped on a rusty nail or two in my time, sprained my knee skiing, fallen out of trees, once wiped out on face onto pavement (not the band) from a BMX bike, and have had about a billion bruises. I don't get nosebleeds though.

I had a very unique accident when I was in my thirties. I was working outside, and it was time to go in to prepare lunch. I lived on a farm and we also had a sawmill.That is where I was working. Now we had a wolf/dog which was chained as a guard. Well I had just came out of the mill, and one of the goats spotted me and came under the fence to greet me, but the wolf saw him too and just tore out of the mill and the chain took me behind both ankles and just flipped me into the air. I came down on my right ankle( Ever since then the ankle still poses a prob.) I was off my foot for the summer. I almost had my broken off.

I have been hit by a store automatic door right in the back. Other than that, I have been fortunate! Gale I have had one arm badly burned

Sean's apparent Sears-model resemblance?

(if going by the one photo of you on the picture thread that is)

I now have a scar that looks like a failed suicide attempt on my right wrist about three inches long.

I don't think I have ever been seriously injured, actually. I have been bitten by a dog, been in a minor car accident and had many falls and people kicking lumps out of me playing football, but nothing big.

Hang on, I just remembered when I was about 12 or so sledging down the big hill at the local golf club straight into a ditch hidden by snow, and feeling like I'd broken my back. I hadn't, but it did hurt a bit. In fact it still hurts now.

Gale, did the wolf eat the goat? I caught my dog and cat chasing a rooster in our backyard yesterday.

When I was 7, I was playing on my swing set, and I stood behind the glider, pushed it up, told my friends (and brother) to come watch what I was about to do, and let it go.

several stitches in my head after that one....

Fell off my bike at full speed when I was 7, landed on my chin. 6 stitches. Can't see the scar at all.

Florescent lightbulb fell from ten feet above me and landed on my nose once, no stitches, they just put some adhesive on it. Fairly visible scar.

If we're talking car accidents, I had a head-on with a car coming the opposite way onna state highway.

Blacked out while cycling very quickly down a hill on my paper round when I was 15. Smashed face-first through the rear windscreen of a parked car.

The result was a seriously fucked-up face and a severe gash on my neck that was literally a fraction of an inch away from an artery. 36 stitches in total and many scars which I used to hate but now am almost fond of.

Back in high school, a friend and I decided to ride our skateboards 4 miles to the mall in the middle of July. Before heading home, my friend bought a drink and I bought a King Size pack of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, the result being that I got home feeling extremely sick and dehydrated.

I went to bed and woke up a few hours later with a fever and a rising well of vomit that sent me shambling to the bathroom. After puking, I stood up too quickly and fainted, encountering a metal towel bar on the way down. I had to get 6 stitches in my eyebrow. Later, when I tried to bend the towel bar back into shape, I couldn't do it, so I figure I must have gone down like a ton of bricks.

I'm extremely fortunate that this is the worst accident I've had.

When I was four I fell out of a window, hit my chin and ended up with a scar like Harrison Ford. Apparently this happens to people so often that the scar has a specific medical name.

Age six, while pretending to be Evel Knieval, I rode a bicycle down a steep hill but realised halfway down that I wouldn't be able to stop in time to avoid smashing into the wooden fence at the bottom.

Age nine I rode a bicycle into a brick wall and was knocked out cold for a few seconds.

Age ten I fell down a steep embankment into a mass of thorny bushes.

Age eleven, I fell down some stairs and knocked myself out on the concrete floor below.

Also age eleven, I accidentally stapled through my finger with a stapler, losing quite a bit of blood and nearly passing out.

Again age eleven, I was removing thumb tacks from a wall using a compass, when the compass slipped and I stabbed myself through the hand.

Yet again age eleven, there was a big conker fight in the school playground - literally kids throwing hundreds of conkers at each other - I got hit in the head and was knocked out again for a couple of seconds.

Age twelve, fell off the top of a low wall, knocked out cold again. My chin hit the ground first, which was the start of the TMJ problems I've had for the last twenty years.

Slipped and fell in my kitchen; broke my left wrist and shattered my left elbow into 5 or 6 pieces. I was 7 months pregnant at the time. I wound up having to have surgery that night and I was really pissed off because we had a babysitter lined up and dinner reservations. (People with kids might know where I'm coming from here, but yes, it was ridiculous that that was what I was upset about).

The seriousness of the injury to my elbow didn't really hit me until the cast came off and I had almost no range of motion. Occupational therapy helped me get most of it back.