There's a lot of nuance here. I wouldn't want to bust my wrists or knees either, but nobody seems to care about that for some reason.
It's difficult to put into words just how soul-crushing it is to have your inner monologue disrupted, slowed, and impaired. To sit in a class and listen, just as you used to, yet not comprehend or learn. To sit in front of your IDE expecting to accomplish a once-trivial task, yet feel nothing but overwhelming nausea and your working memory being overloaded.
It hammers home that consciousness is not special and that we're nothing more than biological machines.
Protect that consciousness. It is precious and it is vulnerable. Wear a helmet.