I'm staying far far away from all of you accident-prone lightning rods!
I'm not sure. I've only had two or three injuries that are memorable, neither was severe enough to require any medical intervention. I sprained an ankle climbing fences on a farm late at night for a research project (with my hands full). That took a while to heal, but I didn't bother going to a doctor for it. I figured I could bandage it and put ice on it just as well as a doctor could and they'd just tell me to stay off it, and I wasn't planning on doing that. I limped for a few days, then it was just sore when I overdid the walking or dancing.
There was the time I smashed a finger in a barn door, also at night doing an experiment (you'll notice a pattern here). That one was bad enough that the fingernail fell off and is still a bit misshapen today. I think that injury hurt the most until the nail finally broke loose and relieved the pressure of the swelling under it, and then it was kind of disgusting that it oozed fluid from under the nail for a few days. That was shortly before one friend's wedding, because I had to try to hide the finger behind the bouquet for the wedding photos (I was a bridesmaid).
The other one was a mildly jammed wrist...not really sprained, just sore...accompanied by a bruise that ran the length of my forearm, again, from working with animals during an experiment, but this time it was during daytime. That was trying to hold a deer still for someone else to get a blood sample when the usual helpers weren't available. That wasn't such a bad injury in the grand scheme of things, but memorable because it's part of the story of how I met my boyfriend. That was another wedding I was in (again, trying to hide the bruises in wedding photos). Until we got to talking more that evening, he saw the huge bruises and thought I might have been in an abusive relationship and wanted to befriend me in case I needed help. (This is the part of the story I didn't know about right away...he admitted it to me later in our relationship. I referred him at that point to my sister who at the time was working as a social worker who used to tease me that the only way she knew I wasn't abused is that I was all too happy to share the stories of how I earned every bruise, and nobody would make up stories quite like mine.)
So, *knock on wood*, I've been lucky so far. Nothing more serious than bruises and mild sprains. And I've sure done enough things that could have resulted in broken bones, so I don't know how I've avoided it so far. I think I'll just keep drinking my milk and eating my spinach and hope my bones stay so strong.