Yes, twice (at least that I know of.)
The first time was in 1998, when my car got rear-ended and my airbag didn’t deploy.
I didn’t realize my nose was broken until years later, when I finally went to get help for my breathing problems.
I had to get it broken again to fix it, but I don’t really count that for this prompt. I didn’t break it; my surgeon did!
(Links to me with a nasal cast in this post; before and after photos in this post.)
The second time was more recent; I was running down the stairs and onto the tile floor in the winter with socks on, and when I slipped and fell, the side of my foot went right into a doorframe.
So, I got a fracture in my little toe.
Dry air + dry tile floors + socked feet = bad news for slipping!
So, that’s it for broken bones for me; nothing terribly exciting or interesting.
A few broken toes. My big one was the fifth metatarsal on my right foot. That one required two surgeries. And a lot of embarrassment because I was playing four square with my 8th grade students when I twisted my foot in my sandal; I went down, and my dress went up!
Nope. Thankfully.
Well, that was boring. 🙂
Toes and collar bone (I don’t remember this as I was two, apparently I fell out of bed).
No and that’s after having fallen both down and up the basement stairs.
You must have realy good bones!
Freshman year of college, I fell out of my bunk bed (our dorm rooms were so small that it was routine for people to buy “lofts” to put their bed on, to get more floor space). I was completely asleep when I fell, and woke up a split second before I hit the (concrete) floor square on my back.
The verdict: three fractured vertebrae in my lumbar region. I wore a brace for a few months so they could realign while healing. As long as I had the brace on, I had no pain.
I remember calling my dad from the infirmary and saying, “Dad, you know how I’ve gone 19 years without breaking any bones?” and he said, “What did you DO?” LOL. Looking back, it probably wasn’t smart to get me a lofted bed–as a child I was always falling out of bed!
Wow, you are the second commenter today to have broken bones by falling out of bed.
A lofted bed on a concrete floor does seem like trouble, though!
When I was a teenager on a school trip, I slipped while hiking Yosemite falls on the trail and broke my ring finger. Ouch! But it didn’t look bad so the teacher didn’t believe me. We were camping for a week there. I proved him wrong with an X-ray after I returned. But I had to deal with it for a week!
After wresting a toddler through a shower (yeah, rookie mistake) I dried him off. Went to hang the towel back up and slipped on some water. As my son stood over me as I laid on the floor, poking me in the forehead saying “mommy fell down” I knew I had made an epic mistake. Broke my sacrum. Took over a year and much PT & Chiropractic care to get rid of the pain. Let’s just say I am SUPER cautious in the bathroom now 🙂
Ohhh, I know that had to hurt. I’ve bruised my tailbone before and that mess took ages to feel better.
Broke my leg climbing a little mountain for a Y-teen beginning of school ceremony my senior yr of high school. Dropped a huge board on my left big toe a few days before flying to Saudi Arabia for a hospital job. (Had to have surgery years later for a big bone spur there.)
Broke my left arm roller skating. Broke my left leg again slipping on wet grass walking on an incline.
I now use hiking sticks when walking on uneven trails!!
I’m sure have broken my little toes multiple times, running into things. I believe my right baby toe is still healing from bashing it into a chair leg weeks ago. But that’s it for me and I’m in my 60s.
Oh my that broken toe caused me pain….ouch!
I broke my wrist in 5th grade. I was very spoiled, pitched a fit, fell down in the floor & landed on my wrist the wrong way. It took a long time to convince my parents that something was really wrong. I learned ‘the boy who cried wolf’ lesson the hard way!
The second bone was in college. I was with a group of students in a school van. I was riding in the front passenger seat & when I got out of the van I put my hand behind me, in the opening to sliding door…as the other students got out. A guy slammed the door shut on my hand. It was almost comical. U yell, the guy looks at me stating the obvious ‘You have your hand stuck in the door.’ Someone has to go around & open it from the inside. It really wasn’t that bad. I had to have three stitches as well.
I broke my nose twice in one month playing basketball in high school. Both times required surgery. But now, nearly 35 years later, I am having some breathing issues and wondering if I should see an ENT? Other than that, I’ve broken some toes but nothing terribly exciting.
Broke my big toe a few years ago…caused an arterial bleed in my toe. Hubby was about to faint. I talked him into lying on the floor, called my cousin and she came and bandaged it so I could get to ER.
In 2019 broke my femur just above my knee. It was crushed and completely broken. How? Thrown off a 3-wheeler at the age of 70+. Long story, long recovery, still have problems, but could have been much worse. I am thankful.
Broke my nose, too, when I tripped in a hotel room and bashed my face into the door frame of the bathroom. I ended up with two black eyes, too. We were in London on vacation and my husband was sure that every time we rode the bus, people were giving him stink-eye because they thought he beat me.
Toes, toes, and more toes! Probably have more to go, too, knowing my klutziness.
But here’s a broken bone story for you: As a teenager, my car had a flat tire on the gravel driveway, and my brother was nice enough to help me change it. Somehow the car slipped off the jack and came down with his forearm stuck in there. I can still remember the sounds. Guess what I did? I lifted the 1968 Pontiac sedan up so he could get his arm out! That adrenalin is a strong hormone, I’ll tell ya. It all happened in seconds. Luckily he was OK. And yes, I can change a tire by myself, and have many times, but he was a very nice brother and still is!
Nope! I expect my youngest to be the first in the family to do that. She’s only two, but she’s crazy! Ha!