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I have stuck a spading fork through my foot. Don't ask. It hurt. A lot.
And fallen off a ladder putting up Christmas decorations. And broke a couple ribs a few years earlier balancing on my side on the roof peak to get the last couple lights up without having to move the ladder.
I've never done the classic dance with the rake --- or hoe.
I cut down a very small pine tree once, about three inches in diameter. The cut end bounced on the stump, hit me in the back, bounced again and smashed the back windshield of my son's car.
I have stepped in paint in roller pans more than once.
Fell on ice a few years back and got a nasty wrist fracture. A friend asked if I checked to see if anyone was watching. No, it was in my own driveway and no one else was around.
Once when I was painting the exterior of my home I started up a ladder with a brush in one hand and the paint bucket in the other. The ladder started sliding down the side of the house. I rode it down, spilling paint all over myself and getting a gash in my shin which needed stitches. I came inside to clean up to go to the ER and the doorbell rang. Since it was someone I was expecting to give me an estimate on a repair, I had to answer it, despite the paint in my hair and the bloody towel I had wrapped around my leg.
Non-garden accidents include smacking myself in the eyebrow on the corner of the door moulding while reaching over the side of my sink to get the cord to plug in my Water-Pik.
LOL
This reminds me of an incident where I had gone on an across-country interview for a consultant position that would require a lot of travel, so they "tested" their applicants by flying us out first flight in the morning, and home last flight of the night on the same day. I was going from ATL to SEA and I live an hour away from the airport, so I'd been up since 3am and it was 1am before I got home.
The next morning, exhausted, I stumbled into the bathroom, and went to sit down on the john. I bent over too far, and was sitting too fast, and I smacked my forehead into the edge of the bathroom counter. Had a nice big egg for a day or so that turned purple, yellow, and red.
I guess I should have told people I stepped on a rake.
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