Really only two... -_-;
-Broke the tip of my finger. I slammed it in a door, and just stood there screaming about it for ten or so seconds, before it occurred to me to open the door...

I've never been the brightest bulb in the box, lol. Anyway, I went to the doctor, and they put it in a splint that I had to wear for two or three weeks. It wouldn't have been so bad, except it was my middle finger, and every time I'd pick up a glass or a fork at lunch, people would tease me and tell me to quit flipping them off, lol. The nail turned black, and fell off afterwards. It was really weird, lol.
-Tore up my right hand. This one I can attribute to childish stupidity. Y'see, I lived in a neighborhood where school was only a few blocks away, so I would walk to school every day. Anyway, there was this dog that lived in a yard on one of the corners I walked by. And it always seemed very friendly and sweet while I was petting it, but as soon as I walked away, it would go nuts, barking and snarling and jumping up against the fence. It was a German Shepard, and a big one too. I just always assumed that it was mad at me for stopping the attention, lol. So I'd just laugh at it and be on my way. Well, one day, I was walking to a friend's house with my brother, David. We walk by that yard, and the dog isn't in it. He's in the back yard, around the other side of the house. They have him in a smaller enclosure up alongside the fence, and there's a big sign up next to him that says "Beware of Dog." I laughed and told David that the sign was silly, and that I could walk right up and pet him if I wanted to. Naturally David dared me to do it. So I did. The moment I put my arm down over the fence to pet him, he jumped up, grabbed my hand in his mouth, chomped down hard, and started shaking for all he was worth. I didn't even have time to scream. I just pulled as hard as I could, trying to get my hand away. When he let go, and I stumbled backwards, I looked down at my hand and nearly passed out. He had torn it open completely to the bone, and I could see all my ligaments and muscles, bone, and everything else beneath the torn flap of skin. I immediately began screaming my bloody head off, wrapped my hand in my shirt, held it tightly to my chest, and went and sat down on the guy's front porch, screaming like a maniac. My brother was nowhere to be found. Turns out, he had taken off as soon as he saw the dog bite me. He ran straight home and told Mom, "Mom Mom! A dog bit Jennifer!" So she told him to go get me and bring me home, and she'd doctor me up. So back he came.
The man whose porch I was sitting on, came outside to find me screaming bloody murder, and when he tried to get me to show him my hand, I wouldn't do it. I was afraid that if I didn't keep it tightly wrapped in my shirt, I'd bleed to death. Needless to say, my hysterics drove him to hysterics, and he ran inside, yelling back that he was going to get me an ambulance, and that I needed to stay right where I was. At about that time, David came running up. He took one look at me, and then ran back. He went back to the house and hollered "It's okay, Mom! The ambulance is on its way!" Of course my mom was like, "What the heck?!" And she ran with David this time. Everyone got there all at once. The ambulance drivers wrapped my shaking hand up with gauze, and offered to take me to the hospital. But my Mom said it would be okay; she'd drive me there immediately. So off I went. I ended up getting 73 stitches, inside and out, and a long, thick pin in my ring finger to keep my broken bones from getting damaged if I tried to move my finger.
But that wasn't the end of the ordeal. My bones had been nearly shattered along that knuckle, and they were afraid that I might get an infection from it, which would be carried through my bone marrow to all the parts of my body. I had to be in the hospital on an IV for a week. During that week I missed my 6th grade dance, and the baby chicks hatching from the incubator in science class. :(
The man whose dog had bit me came to visit me with his girlfriend, and they gave me flowers, balloons, and a whole bunch of candy. I found out later that they had moved because the judge had ordered the dog to be destroyed, and they didn't want to do it. It turns out that it had been trained to kill, and they had been keeping it in a neighborhood where the kids outnumbered the adults 4 to 1. Big mistake, ne? When they moved, it ended up biting another child, and nearly tore the poor boy's arm off. That kid's dad came during the night and shot the dog himself. :/
Anyway, to this day, my hand is still pretty disfigured. I've taught myself to type with it, despite the fact that they told me originally that I'd probably never be able to play a piano or type on a keyboard. I showed them. :P