Only one, a Smith’s fracture to my right radius which required surgery and a plate.
I still carry an ugly 6 inch Frankenstinian scar running from my mid-lower palm up my wrist where they made a mess of getting the plate in and later removing it. It’s a visual reminder not to be silly on a bike.
No broken bones, but I did get kocked off my bike to land on my head and shoulder snapping all the ligaments and tendons holding my right shoulder in place once.
At least they tell me it was a bike accident, but I have no memory of it at all. There's about a two-week hole in my memory from that time due to the concussion.
The docs screwed a hook to my collar bone to hang everything off while the tendons knitted back together.