Mostly pretty minor stuff.
When I was 16, I decided hitting a 12' to flat cliff would be a good idea. I had hit the same small cliff on a powder day, but thought nothing of the ramifications of a hard snow landing. I sent my knee through my goggles hard enough to pop my hat straight off my head. The goggles fractured and I had cuts on my face and a serious black eye.
At 21, I was back on skis for the first time since a very traumatic knee injury with a lot of cartilage damage. At Taos. I found my ski boots, which had sat unused for about a year and a half, were totally unsuitable. They never really fit well to begin with (too large, as I understand know) and I couldn't do more than two runs without massive foot cramps trying to be ginger with the bad knee. I was also on 205 straight skis (this was early in the shaped ski era) and I couldn't really move that size ski with the bad knee anymore. So, I decided I needed to stop skiing. I came down at lunch and met my dad, who convinced me that his boots were super comfy and I would do better on his skis (185). We had the same shoe size and general shape of foot. I got talked into it and swapped boots and skis. Somehow I managed to ski down from chair 1 to 2, and went to the top of the mountain. I started down Bambi, made two turns, and popped straight out of the binding on the bad knee side- went down hard. I got myself back up, clicked in, made two turns, and popped straight out and went down hard- and this time my knee is done in and won't take weight. I find that the toe of the binding on my fathers skis is so loose it will move 3/8" in any direction. There is pretty much zero chance that my father could have skied those skis, which means when I met him at lunch, he probably hadn't actually done any skiing despite his claims of how awesome Taos was. I needed a toboggan ride down from within view of the top of chair 2 all the way to the base.
At 29, I was skiing a 18" powder day at Monarch. Given that it was a powder day (and COLD) I got my gear on and got on the lift as fast as possible, and charged right into it. Around the 4th turn, A muscle in my back running vertical right along my spine just tears open. I'm standing locked up groaning in serious pain and stood that way for about 15 minutes. It slowly begins to loosen up, and I can find that I have a normal range of motion, but with a ton of pain, I decide to keep skiing. I made it 6 hours before having a friend who hadn't driven a stickshift in years drove me home while I laid in the wagon area of my Subaru Outback. I went to bed with a broom next to the bed, and yeah, I needed that broom for several days.
31, I was asked by some visitors to lead them into Deception, a line buried pretty far into the trees at Sunlight. I did so, and managed to plug a rock that was invisible from above HARD that took me into a uncontrolled rotation fall. I came down on a shoulder hard bounced off, came down on a leg with that sickening twisting pressure "I'm going to spiral fracture my leg" feeling right before the binding popped, then the other shoulder, then the other leg. I ended up with two separated shoulders and couldn't lift my hands to my head for several days. I don't know if the guys that asked me to lead them in were terribly impressed as they scooped up all of my gear scattered across almost 100 yards from the point of fall to where I stopped. I did manage to ski my way back to the base.
Last year, I took a nightime powder day at Hesperus. I hit something buried under the snow and took a ROCKING fall at speed. My leg hurt pretty bad,. I could put weight on it, but when I made the mistake of trying to click in, the wave of pain that hit was so severe I almost vomited. Hence, the following toboggan ride.
The fear was a fib fracture at the boot top. I couldn't walk the next day, but no fracture, just a bad bone bruise. Amazingly for the level of pain, I was able to ski on it a week later. As far as the pictures, I thought I was turning the camera off when patrol got there, but I was really turning it on. I do think they look pretty cool.
All told, I feel pretty good that I haven't had anything that wouldn't heal given time...