a catalogue....
When a nipper, I toddled into my folks' kitchen and pulled a handle up above me on a work surface to get whatever it was down. Handle was attached to a teapot full of boiling water. I got a rather rapid hot shower of scald. Cue being rushed to hospital.

When a couple of years older, found a bottle of cough syrup and drank the lot. Cue being rushed to hospital.

A year later, wanted to get some pretty cherry blossom down from a tree. How to get it down...oh, knock it down by throwing something up into the tree. Spied handy housebrick nearby. Threw brick up into air. Brick decides it's time to come down again, only my head is in the landing path. Cue being rushed to hospital.

A year later, while playing at infant school, walking in a straight line across the play area where the swings were after a kid had jumped off the swing and it was swinging wildly about. As I wandered by obliviously, the swing returned on its path and clouted me (old fashioned wooden-seats like they had back in the 1970s) in the side of the head. Cue being rushed to hospital.

A couple of years later, spraying random things with silver paint to make a spaceman costume for a fancy dress party. Silver paint nozzle sputters and clogs. I turn it round to examine the nozzle, then press the top of the paint can. Paint can fires a blast of silver paint straight into my right eye. Cue being rushed to hospital.

What an idiot.
( Rotating Wobbly Hat That's not a banana. THIS is a banana., Sat 29 Dec 2007, 20:58, 3 replies)

Nah!
You weren't an idiot, just a normal inquisitive little boy. Sounds about normal for any male child to be rushed to hospital once a year.
( girlinthehole, Sat 29 Dec 2007, 21:21, closed)

It's a pity
they dont' off Club Card points / Frequent Flier Miles at A&E, you'd have access to a very plush ward.

I had to go to hospital after my brother had an argument over a skateboard, I won and he kicked the skateboard to me, stupidly I stopped it with my foot.

The part I was most disappointed about was that I didn't get crutches.
(Hagis, Sun 30 Dec 2007, 0:02, closed)

Hmmm...
Our son has been in to A&E loads of times and he's only 4. In fact, after reading the first two incidents I thought he'd learned to type and joined b3ta! We keep waiting for the knock on the door from social services with them carrying a thick folder with his name on the front.
( SteamedCleaner, Sun 30 Dec 2007, 14:02, closed)