We all know, going into this business and stepping into the ring, there's a possibility of injury. But you're never expecting it to happen, and when it does, it's just the worst thing ever.
I was just fighting dwarves then hit my knee really hard.
Let me guess,' Ian said in a voice like ice. 'You fell on a rock.
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 think he got an incidental elbow in the face, messed up his pretty red lips a little bit. But other than that he'll be fine.
I always thought the saddest feeling in life is when you're dancing in a really joyful way and then you hit your head on something.
I had fractures in my spine that had to be repaired that came as a big surprise; nobody warned me that I might get some really severe, threatening fractures. It was painful, and I lost two inches of height, bang!
I thought I was a pretty good physical specimen. But there was a teenager from Brooklyn, who basically wiped the floor with me on the street. He gave me a punch that I didn't even feel. All I knew I was looking up at the sky. I tried to fight him, and I got a number of injuries after that.
On Warped Tour in Boise, Idaho, I broke my tooth on the mic. I took a pretty significant chunk out of my tooth and had to have it sanded down. It wasn't the most painful injury, but it was the most unexpected one.
He snorted and hit me in the solar plexus. I bent over and took hold of the room with both hands and spun it. When I had it nicely spinning I gave it a full swing and hit myself on the back of the head with the floor.
