Hmmm... when I was eight, I got run over by a van. Tires went over my back just above my hip, and supposedly I was a half-inch from having my spine crushed or my hips crushed. And apparently part of the next week in the hospital was spent debating whether I did indeed have internal bleeding and need surgery or not.
No internal bleeding, no extra surgery, no paralysis... just lots of comic books from all my family.
Many years later, I was out with some friends having a good time [img]graemlins/drinkup.gif[/img] . I told them to pull over because I had to take care of *ahem* business. As I was standing next to the tree, they took off down the street a couple hundred yards, then stopped. I finished, stepped back into the street, and they came flying back in reverse. At the last minute, I realized they weren't going to stop and jumped onto the trunk of the car to roll over the side. I knew immediately (even through a drunken stupor) that I had done something to my finger.
Turned out the next morning at the ER that I broke it. Did I mention I had a drum competition that afternoon? Yep. Splint and all, I showed up, played with a traditional grip, and won.
Last time I jumped on a moving car while drunk, let me tell you...
