The RevGalBlogPals' Friday Five is all about "owies":
Are you a baby about small injuries?
No, I tend to be pretty stoic; although profuse bleeding makes me go a little shpilcus.
What's the silliest way you have ever hurt yourself?
See the last question.
Who took care of your boo-boos when you were a child?
My mother was definitely the boo-boo healer. My dad, who hated whining, was more of a "Buck up and take it like a grown-up" attitude adjustor.
Are you a good nurse when others have boo-boos?
My mother said no; other people have said yes.
What's the worst accidental injury you've suffered? Did it require a trip to the Emergency Room?
A couple of years ago I was taking down my garden fence when somehow the sharp end of a fence wire snapped back and then caught me inside my ear, slashing an L-cut. I saw stars for a second or two; blood started gushing out of the laceration. I drove myself to the local ER, driving one-handed while the other attempted to staunch the bleeding with a large wad of paper towel, and provided a couple of hours of challenge and entertainment for the ER staff as the young doctor on call tried to sew stiches in this most unusual place. My male friends were all mightily impressed by my L-shaped, stitched-up scar -- sort of the horticultural version of the other kind of fencing wound. And I also wound up finally getting my long-overdue tetanus booster updated.