I normaly hurt myself (On accident) about twice a day. Sometimes more some times less, depending on how "out there" I am, and what is happening that day. Take today for example, my parents are throwing a Bon-fire. So I will probably hurt my self four or five times today.

Yesterday was a normal day, yet I still managed to burn myself on an oven, yes oven. So just how clumsy are you? How often does your clumsyness end up in you hurting your self?

P.S. Fell free to tell us about your injuries they make the world better.

I normally hurt myself once to twice a day. the most often way is at work when I am steaming the milk, though it is not enough to leave a stinging burn for the rest of the day I am in discomfort for several minutes.

I am usually quite aware of my surrounding and don't throw myself into stupid situations so %!).

It used to be pretty bad, but nowadays it's almost never. I tend to be observant in things I do

Almost never, although ocasionally i smash my knee off a table leg or desk if i have to get off my chair quick to run answer to the door or phone. That hurts like hell.

Yeah when I was little it was all the time. it still happens to me regularly, or what I thought was regularly, but I suppose not. The last time I remember hurting myself was like a month ago when I tried jumping over the railings and hit my shin against it. It hurt for weaks... but I could have broken my skull so I was lucky to catch myself. Actually... now that I think about it I'm pretty quick at avoiding threatening situations so I don't actually hurt myself... sort of like knowing how to fall.

I almost never do, but it is just that when it does it is quite nasty falling down stairs ect.

I do that all the time, although it isn't always when getting up to answer the phone, just when I am moving.

i usually end up cutting myself or bruising myself on something atleast twice a day. most of the time i'll see a scab on my hand and will think: "Now where did that come from?"...A.D.D. i guess

my girlfriend though, she is the clumsiest person i know. she has been known to trip over a flat surface and she's always falling off her bed and stuff.

Ha! You sure she is not some female clone of me? I actually managed to slam my funny bone while laying on a couch!

I used to get hurt quite a bit, but I am now rather good at landing. I will occasionally stub my thumb or toe or any other finger, which is followed by the mandatory five minutes of swearing loudly. I often find small cuts on myself, not deep or anything, and I have no idea where they come from. I rarely bleed, but I get these slight cuts on my hands and upper arms, and I never cut myself, even on accident, so it's anybody's guess where they come from. The last thing I can remember happening that could have caused a scratch like that is this:

A few days ago, one of my friends was complaining about the low quality of one of his CDs. He threw it at a wall to demonstratem and it shattered, most of the pieces hitting me.

That could have caused a scratch, but how I got a scratch in between my middle finger and my pointer finger, I will never know...

To give you an idea of why I rarely get hurt, here's an example of my landing skills:

There is a support beam running across my ceiling in the basement, made of metal. It is similar in shape to a girder. I got the bright idea of hanging off of it with my feet planted on the ceiling. Nothing happened. I decided to show my mother. I fell off of it, but twisted in the air, landing on my hands and feet. (Think spiderman, if you can't picture my position on the ceiling)

I am horribly accident prone, and am the biggest klutz to ever walk....or attempt to. I'm constantly jamming my finger or stubbing my toe or banging my head or tripping on something, usually my own two feet

Ha! I did that my first day of work when I was cleaning the steamer; I put the towel under it (while in my hand) and sprayed it, and the water went through a huge hole in the towel and burned me.

And my boss spilled chocolate sauce on me that day too.

I tend to be pretty robust, I rarely hurt myself anything approaching seriously.
I've been to A&E 2 times in nearly 16 years, once when (someone else) shut my toe in a door, and once when my (bare) foot was slashed open on a bit of broken glass.

I'm assuming you meant injure, and not hurt ('cause there's a big differance), so I voted 5 or more. That's because pain has never really effected me, and if I can control it I actually like pain, so I end up being injured several times a day because I don't feel like avoiding something that wouldn't hurt me. I have five open wounds on my hands right now. On average I twist my ankles(sp?) atleast four times a day because I make no attempt not to because it doesn't even slow me down.

The main injuries I recieve are from my stairs. I'm tall and the frame is low, so I occasionally bang my head on it pretty badly. And my evil siblings leave things on the stairs (shoes, toys, clothing, sporting equipment, just about anything) so sometimes I slip on them and fall. Down the stairs, onto my concrete floor.

Other than those times, which are rarely more than once a week, or even once a month, I rarely get hurt. But injured? That's a different story. I don't know how often I recieve injuries. Here's why.

I often find scratches and scars and cuts on myself that look like they have been healing for months. I have no idea where they come from, or when I get them, but there are often fine hairline scratches, marked by a thin red scab, on my arms, and I never see anything there untill they are mostly gone. So really, I have no idea how often I actually get hurt.

My lack of injuries (that are serious enough for me to notice) stems not from any particular grace (I have pretty goodbalance and I am good at landing, but I should still get hurtmore than I do) but from a sense of knowing what I can do. I don't fall off my bike because I don't get do anything that I don't know I can do on my bike. I have ridden on the curb of a busy road withot falling off and into the road, but I never would have tried it if I didn't know I could do so. (I only did that because there were a bunch of people on the sidewalk, I'm not suicidal) I know what I can and cannot do, therefore I tend to seem either very confident of very pessimistic to people.

There is a park called Allegheny State Park that I go to for vacations every couple of years. In that park, there is a place called Thunder Rocks, where there are a lot of huge rocks. There was one that was dripping wet, slippery, moss covered, and had no handholds. I climbed it without getting hurt, but turned around before I made it to the top. I knew getting down would be harder than getting up, and I wanted to go down before I lost my nerve. And the rest of the way up was harder than it looked from the ground, and I wanted to have energy left for the other rocks. So what people saw was some teenager climbing an almost impossible rock without any safety gear, and then turning around for no reason, once he got past the hard part. Well, I lost my nerve anyway, because one of the places I would have had to lower myself onto was a narrow (three inches) ledge covered in wet moss, and it was a good two meters below my location. I had climbed up from there, but I wouldn't be able to climb down, so I ended up jumping the last fifteen feet or so. Almost gave my mother a heart attack, but I do know how to land, and I picked my landing spot very carefully.

In both of those cases, it wasn't any particular skill that kept me from getting injured, just a simple understanding of what I cold and couldn't do. Another person, in a similar situation, might have made other choices. Those choices could either have gotten them injured, or they could have succeeded climbing that rock. I did know I could get that high, and knew I probably couldn't get much higher safely.

Being a clutz runs in my family. My mother got stitches when she was four because she tripped into the corner of a glass table, and almost hit her eye. She is always covered in burns and cuts from her work. My brother runs into walls, and just about anything else.

So, while I may be as clumsy as the next person, I get hurt less due to knowing my limits. My proof that I am as clumsy as the nexy person is this: I stub my thumb, or my toe a lot. I often trip over chairs. I have fallen, in elementary school, over a pile of my own books, into my desk, which then tipped over on me. I just don't get hurt often while doing my mandatory clumsiness.