I'm going to assume you mean "is it worth all the hard work for all of the injuries?" The answer is "mostly". Getting my nose cauterized placed me on half-time or less at the gym for a few weeks, which sucked. Having my hand broken had me away from the gym for 4 weeks before I started training again (which was almost two weeks before the specialist gave me the green light).
Between my recent vacation and some business I had to take care of in July, I'd been away from the gym for nearly three weeks solid. I returned last Tuesday (the 24th) for a couple of sessions before having to deal with wedding stuff (I was the Best Man). Finally, I returned on Monday the 30th with keys in hand. Well, no one showed up, so I did my own little workout. Tuesday I would run a circuit-class finished by a quick 5-minute round of sparring. I knew I was rusty, but there's really only one way to knock the rust off. So I geared up and started the round. I damaged my xiphoid process (the little bone at the bottom of your sternum over your solar plexus) by taking a solid body shot. Now I can't lift boxes over my head or laugh/sneeze without pain running through my diaphragm. Today (Wednesday) I ran another class, and could barely demonstrate what I meant before the pain was too much. Hopefully it heals enough that my day-long paintball game on Saturday isn't horrendous.
But anyway, I've had several small injuries this summer, this so called "vacation" >.> <.< >.>
I've cut myself all over, bruised myself all over, every single muscle is sore, I've twisted my left leg really badly once and my right arm locks up a lot and doesn't want to move without hurting a lot, and my older brother thought it would be funny to break my toe for teasing him about having a crush on Ahri (Fox-girl from a video game)
KIDNEYS! THEY BLEED! I'm late with this news, but I damaged my left kidney and messed a ligament in my right leg near the ankle at the end of October. I am now more familiar with internal bleeding and peeing blood than I'd like to be.
When I was younger, much younger, like 4..... My Da drove me to school, and he was turning in the drop off. My little excited self opened the door before he stopped, and I fell out holding on to the car door until he quickly hit the brakes. That actually made it worst because the skin had been flayed from a big chunk of my right knee and the jerk from the car pulled off a layer. I screamed. My knee was purple, and red and black. I remember it burning really badly. My Da carried me to the nurse and she cleaned it,gauzed it and wrapped it up. Nice and neat. I didn't go to school for a week. I still have the scar, it shrunk a little, it's been years. But it's noticeable. When I was six, my Da dropped glass on the floor and the shards were everywhere. I was running around the house, didn't see it and stepped in it. I fell backwards and yelped. Really, the pain wasn't so bad until we had to take the shards out. My dad took me to the doctor, I didn't need stitches. I have little scars on the bottom of me foot. Also when I was six, I bust my head on a church pew dancing. I had to get stiches that time, ha. When I was eleven, I stupidly went down a steep hill, attempting to smoothly jump into one of those pipe ditches, this one didn't have any water. Anyway, my leg slipped and I lost balance and skinned my left knee pretty badly. It was gross and white underneath the blood. Got a scar there, the skin healed weirdly so the scar is thick. Sophomore year, I was a hurdler on the track team. The first time I jumped a hurdle, before I had form, my foot caught on to the hurdle and I fell and rolled, skinning my right knee through my running tights. The same year, someone stepped on my hand with a goddamn spike. I have a small scar between my index and middle. During 300 hurdles I pulled a hamstring. Oh yeah! One more. Me and my stepbrothers used to play this game where we would take military mats and slide down the stairs. One time I slipped off while sliding, and got a horrible carpet burn down the right side corner of my face. I have a white scar on my right eyebrow and no hair grows in that spot
Had a tournament on Saturday, blew a s***ton of capillaries on my face near my eyes, and a few on my eyeball. Fun times! Also came close to taking a finger in the eye, it scratched my eyelid instead. Vision was blurry for a couple hours afterward.