Although I've never broken a bone, I've still sustained some nasty if minor injuries. I sliced about halfway through the gap between my thumb and index finger with the sharp edge of a tuna can while feeding my cats. Damn cats.
I also managed to get a half-inch long piece of pottery embedded in the ball of my right foot once while walking across my driveway. Don't know why it was there, but it didn't really hurt going in. Coming out, however, was a different story. I must have lost about a mugful of blood in the process of removing it.
Once when I was about nine I was using a razor blade to cut up a piece of Styrofoam (God only knows why) and shaved off just about all the skin on the left side of my right index finger. Being nine years old and afraid of being caught using a razor blade to slice stuff up, I coated my finger in Band-Aids and then wrapped it in about 30 miles of scotch tape to stop the bleeding. Needless to say, pulling off the bandages after a week, it did not look pretty. So yeah.