Wow, this list of pain just keeps growing.
Well, my brother broke his arm once. He came off a ramp on his skates but apparently wasn't ready. He knew he was gonna fall, so put his arms out to catch himself. When he hit the floor he was all cool. Then he went to get up and realized that there was a new 90 degree angle halfway down his forearm. He hadn't even noticed. He hurried up and snapped it back into place so it was straight again. When he went to the doctor later that night, the doc said he'd actually done a good job of setting it. He said that, if he wanted to, the doctor could finish setting his arm for him right there, right then, wide awake. My brother opted to get KO'd before they touched it.
When I was a real little kid, like 4 or something, I was arguing with my brother over a caulking gun. Him, being older, was like "no go away." I, being younger, was like "Wanna gun!" So after a little tug of war, his grip slipped and the gun flew into my face. Hit me right between the eyes. My mom said I didn't even cry or anything, but after a long while of bleeding, she figured something was wrong, 'cause the bludd jus' kept coming. So yeah, I got stitches.
My sister used to be so ungainly on her feet. She'd make it a habit to twist her ankle like once a month. I mean, she'd trip over her shadow. Or an ant. Seriously. Walk, walk, GAGADOOSH! On the ground for no reason. Fortunately, she hasn't fallen in a long while now.
My Dad had his foot run over by a forklift. Was working somewhere doing something, and must've had his earplugs in or something, so the thing just backed right over his foot. He screamed and the forklift dude just stared at him for a second before nonchalantly, unhurriedly getting off his foot. It was all blue and purple and stuff. fortunately nothing burst and no bones were broken. But when he went to the doctor in later months for checkups and stuff, the doctor didn't believe his foot actually hurt. (It did, he'd be like owing all the time) The idiot doctor just thought he was after insurance or something.
Dad also fell off a roof when it collapsed. He was working on a house and, as far as I know, the thing just fell. It was a fucking miracle that all the bricks landed around and beneath him. Seriously, of all the heavy-ass bricks that fell, not one hit him. His back was messed up for a while (still is) but I'm so glad nothing worse happened.
So there's a list of all the noteworthy injuries in my immediate family.
Hey, curious, does anyone else here get this..."taste" when they fall on their head? It's like, the unique "taste" of hitting your head. Never comes any other time. Not even sure if it's a taste so much as a sensation. Everyone else thinks I'm crazy when I tell them.