One trip I tended to lose blood.

First, we took a catamaran cruise along the cliffs. We stopped at some caves (south of Rick's I think) for a swim. The waves washed me up against the rocks leaving me with some serious "rock rash" on my chest and side. I swam back to the cat and asked the bar tender if he had a first aid kit. "No problem." He handed me a bottle of overproof to apply to my cuts and scrapes. No infection! Inside or out!

Then a couple of days later, I stupidly tried to open a bottle without a bottle opener. Unbeknownst to me, one of the tines on the cap was bent outward. Cost me a call to a doctor (who made a house/hotel call) and a half dozen stitches across my palm. I got our drinks and walked back to my wife who was lounging on the beach. Good thing I saw where the nurse's office was when we checked in. That was my next stop.

That was one bloody trip.