I once tried to grab my glasses to keep them in place while I leaned forward or something. Except I was wearing contact lenses at the time, so I just poked myself in the eye. It wasn’t a serious injury, but I felt really betrayed by my own brain.

I’m not sure if it counts as an injury as such, but close enough…

When I was in my early 20s, I took my eye drops out of the fridge and put them on the bench. I went to the toilet, came back, picked up the eye drops and tried to drop them in to my eyes. Turns out I picked up the super glue. Thankfully, I was really bad at eye drops, so I blinked, and just glued my eyelashes together, but still, it’s one of the dumbest things I’ve done :)

I wrench on cars and there have been moments when I was trying to break a bolt loose and thought to myself “If this thing comes loose right now, I’ll probably smash my knuckles against [object]… Nah, I have it under control.”

I have, without fail, always hurt myself right after having this thought. I just don’t seem to learn.

Wanted to cook for my mother when I was a young child. Grabbed a chair, climbed on, stuck on the hob, waiting a minute and checked to see if it was hot by putting my hands on it 🤦‍♂️

Microwaved a boiled egg to reheat it. Didn’t know microwaved boiled eggs could explode. Bit into boiled egg and it exploded in my face. Ended up with a scratch in one of my eyeballs.

I was finishing a tile backsplash. The last thing is using a sponge the size of a brick that has water in in it to wipe off the grout glaze .

I had recently put nice copper knobs on the cabinets.

The wires from the wall outlets were pulled out, and being an idiot I didn’t flip off the circuit breaker.

So I leaaned with the wet sponge and hit the wires with the sponge just as my head hit one of the copper knobs.

It felt like Zeus sent a lightning bolt up my ass and up out through my head.

Im a more cautious person now.

When I was a kid, I was playing with some friends who had managed to get a big plank of wood up into a tree, balanced on just two branches.

I climbed up onto it and walked out onto the board between the two branches and it predictably collapsed. I fell, landed on my feet, and the board landed in front of me completely vertically. My nose went down onto it completely and hit hard.

Had a nosebleed for several hours. Was not a good time, but I can look back and laugh now.

I’m recovering from a head injury. I got out of bed in the middle of the night, more than half asleep, stood up too fast and passed out. I fell backwards and hit my head on the floor. Gave myself two haematomas and a huge concussion. Missing a couple of weeks memory, don’t remember the ambulance ride.

Pretty traumatic for my family, but I missed it all.

When I was 8 or so, I decided I wanted to have one of these soccer balls with a rubber band that you can strap to yourself, so it comes back when you kick it.

So I DIY’d it.

I took some kite string, attached one end to me, knotted a small nail to it on the other end and stuck the nail into the valve of a soccer ball.

Kicked the ball gently, the string made “plongggg” and the ball rolled away.

Me, being annoyed that it didn’t work, picked up the string, followed it to the end, only to realize the small nail stuck in my upper arm. Only half a cm or so, if I had to guess.

Pulled it out, luckily it didn’t bleed noticably or hurt. So I never told anyone about it

11, had just learned to ski, and so had my 8 year old brother. Except he hadn’t really learned to brake yet so just went full speed downhill. As a good older brother I thought I should teach him and skid up next to him, reminding him to put his skiis in a V shape to brake. Unfortunately I was too close to him and our skiis got entangled, resulting in us traveling for a good 10-20 meters as a violent ball of skiis and limbs going whichever direction.

My kid brother was luckily fine, but I twisted my thumb bad enough to puke, freaking out the rest of the kids we were with. Didnt get to skii much more that trip.

Young car enthusiast me had gotten a new car, my first with disc brakes. I was admiring those brakes after a drive, and decided to touch them.

Turns out, brake discs get hot.

Cutting a loaf of banana bread, 6yo me decided to use a paring knife. When it wasn’t cutting well, I used my index finger for more leverage. It wasn’t cutting well because the blade side was up. Sliced my finger up pretty good.

I bought a smokeless firepit, which works by surrounding the fire with a compartment of air which gets superheated and shot back out into the smoke, igniting it and getting rid of almost all the smoke a fire normally puts out.

The day I set it up, I had it sitting on the grass and started wondering if the outer wall was hot enough to set my yard on fire. There happened to be a lot of dead leaves around, so I decided to touch one against the outer wall of the firepit and see if it caught on fire.

When I actually went to go do this, my brain skipped over the “pick up a leaf first” step, and I just touched the firepit with all five fingertips of my dominant hand.

I somehow ended up with mostly second-degree burns and only a couple smaller third-degree burns, but 0/10, do not recommend. Fire is hot, and touching it results in a lot of pain.

Teacher, jumped in to play some football with the kids. Played for about 5 minutes before spraining my ankle badly and fracturing a bone in my foot.

2 years later it’s not good.

All I wanted was to have some fun for a couple of minutes.

As an overweight child, I for some reason thought I was athletic enough to try acrobatics on my mattress.

I was not.

My first attempt at a back tuck, I landed on my back and kneed myself right in the eye. My mother was super pissed because she knew teachers and shit were going to ask questions. I can still hear her cussing under her breath as she applied makeup to my eye before school 😂😂😂😂