When did you have to lie about an injury because the truth was too humiliating?

I once semi-d dislocated my kneecap in such a way that my leg locked up and I was in incredible pain.

I did this sitting down to eat at the dinner table and twisting my leg somehow, so I hurt myself

sitting down. Instead, I told my friends that I'd fallen down a steep hill at a local heathland,

but my brother told them the truth, and I was promptly mocked. I broke my toe running from a bee.

I'm a huge weenie about stinging bugs, so when I got a bee in my hair, I freaked out. I ran towards

the house, lost my balance, and kicked the concrete steps of my mum's porch,

and fell backwards. Mom was sitting on the porch, and I accidentally backhanded her before crashing to the ground. She was laughing so hard she couldn't help me up, and I was laughing so hard

I couldn't get up. I was really embarrassed for a while and just told everyone I tripped. I got

over the shame, because it was pretty frickin' funny, so I don't lie about it anymore. I was once buttering toast with my face

really close to it. I liked the butter to be spread very precisely. Then I sneezed and slammed my

head on the counter, effectively knocking myself out. I had to go to the ER to be treated for a concussion.

In third grade, I was holding a pencil in my fist, point up. I had to go to the ER to be treated for a concussion. In third grade,

I was holding a pencil in my fist, point up. I sneezed and face-planted into it. I'm 24 now, and every once in a while, someone tells me that I have blue ink on my forehead. I then have to tell them that it's actually a scar from stabbing myself in the face mid-snease. I can sympathize with you. So I dislocated my kneecap while tickling my pickle. I lied and said I was falling off my bed when I woke up from a dream.

I messed up my knee so bad, one drunken wild night with the husband, and now 12 years later,

I have to go upstairs one at a time, and my knee aches with the simplest of weather changes.

I really need to get it fixed and actually looked at by a good doctor, but that costs money,

and I have more important crap to deal with.

A caution to the rest of you.

Don't do drunken, canine-style bedroom stuff and fall off the bed onto the clothes hamper

with your hands tied behind your back.

I once fell out of bed and cracked my head open on a metal frame. There was blood everywhere,

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