Only one, but memorable.

I had a glass shatter in my had while washing dishes one night. Deep cut, we couldn't stop the bleeding. ER trip was in order.

The complication was that we (DH & I) were playing a concert that night, so time was a factor. We loaded up the bass, horn, kids, & concert blacks, and headed into town, 30 miles away. Got the thumb stitched in time to go play the concert. I had to borrow a different (German) bow, I couldn't hold my French bow, and having my hand down in playing position was no fun. (Throb, throb, throb - not in time with the music, either.)

What I remember most about the incident, though was Elder Daughter's warning as I was heading out the door: "Don't bleed on your bass, Mommy!"

We know our priorities in our family.

I probably should have gone in the time I fell on the ice & hit my head - and didn't recognise my front door when they walked me home....