I spent a day in a neck brace on a hospital trolley after falling from a horse and cart in Ireland. All the nurses thought I was a traveler, which made me laugh. Who else comes into a hospital saying they've fallen off a horse and cart?
Nothing like a little chest pain to restore your faith.
I was on a bridge going down; the bicycle broke and I smashed to the ground, face first. I broke my jaw and my teeth, and had to have plastic surgery.
I broke my arm trying to fold a bed. It wasn't the kind that folds.
I took my husband to the hospital yesterday to have 17 stitches out - that'll teach him to buy me a sewing kit for my birthday.
I spent one night in the hospital in my life. I was past 75 when that occurred.
I fell off a chair onto a broken water glass when I was 3 years old.
I've broken my wrist, dislocated toes and shoulders, gotten stitches, you name it. However, the worst was a severely bruised femur. I got body checked into an open gate while playing hockey. The doctor couldn't believe I didn't shatter my femur.
I've got splinters in my nose from the best publishing doors in town.
Are there glass shards in my anus?!
