ER Visits

[SalsaMTB]

Childhood:
Around kindergarten age, I was jumping on furniture, missed, and slammed my head on a table. Then, the next day, we were playing horsey rides, I slipped off my friend and hit my head on a marble fireplace. The combination resulted in a loss of consciousness. Rushed to ER, slept through the CT scan, diagnosed with a concussion and finally woke up with some memory loss. I had to relearn the alphabet and simple math. They think I also forgot who some people were because I was very uncomfortable around some people I was once close to. I can't really remember anything other then laying on my parents sofa afterward and asking to dance and they said no.

~10yrs: Jumped to the monkey bars from some elevated bars and missed. Landed on my wrist and dislocated and broke a bone.

~15yrs: Dislocated my knee. Possibly the mose painful injury I have ever had.

Adulthood:
None thankfully! knock on wood

[Raindrop]

No biking related ER visits.

However, all within a year (when I was 28) I:

Accidently stuck my hand in the lawnmower, breaking all my fingers and cutting the pad off of my middle finger.

Had a needle break off in my heel while walking barefoot on a plush carpet, and I left it there for three days...even after I found the other half of the needle (a HUGE darning needle which must of come from the homes previous owners since I don't darn....or give a darn either!).

Sloshed hot grease over the back of my hand while moving it off the stove.

Broke my wrist when I slammed a door, and it bounced back.

After that year I finally realized I needed to divorce my husband instead of trying to self-destruct a little bit at a time.

(And I haven't been back to the ER since....knock on wood!)

[Kitsune06]

We're counting visits for hubbies, too?
Geez.
Then add to my list:
three visits for Diabetic keto acidosis. The first, he insisted it was a stomach bug, but when I could smell the ketone 'acetone' smell from 3' away, I said "That's it, you're going in." We were in the ICU for 2 days.
Second time, he felt illish, and I took him in 'before it got worse'. He threw up 3 times in the car, 5 times in the parking garage and a few more in the room.
Last time, he begged me not to make him go to the ICU, and I told him if he threw up one more time, I'd take him in. He sat SO still for about an hour, then lost it. I told him he was going in, and we got into an argument over it. This was at the point where he could still breathe okay. Then he gagged again and his diaphragm seized. He couldn't breathe more than a little gasp, so I ended up calling 911.
That was the last incident of DKA for both of us. He learned to take at least slightly better care of himself, and I couldn't deal with it anymore.
Besides that, there was one bike-related incident where he was riding on the sidewalk against traffic on the way to work, and got creamed by a big SUV. Sprained ankle and wrist, scratched face and shin, broken helmet.

no such incidents for DGF.