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While you must remain tasteful (board rules, sorry), what scab/gore/gross bodily experiences stories do you all have to share?
Me, I broke my middle finger and in the process chopped the tendon %90 of the way through. Had to have the cut enlarged so the surgeons could get in there to repair it and now it looks like I've been branded by Zorro.
And, when I was about, umm, 11 or so, we lived on a circle drive and all the driveways had the cool rounded curbs that made it easy to jump with your bike. Keeping in mind that this part of St. Louis was full of small homes on top of small mountains of yards with a short set of concrete steps with metal railings right next to the sidewalk, it was one of our favorite activities to pedal furiously towards one corner or the other of said driveways and see just how high we could jump our bikes. Well, to make a long story short, I mistimed the jump and pulled up way too early. Instead of launching off the convenient ramp my front wheel came down at just the right angle to bounce me up and over the handlebars to land on the sidewalk...on my face...and none-too-gently bump my head off the lower step off the stairway. Tore away a nice chunk of my temple, right where that eyeball cavity is.
And, lastly, when I was like 3 or 4 we had this excitable german shepherd named Corky. We were living in an upper apartment in Ellisville, and there was this huge, heavy sliding glass door leading to the balcony. I was going out the door when Corky comes running up behind me wanting to go outside too and he tries to dive between my legs. Needless to say, I go flying like Charlie Brown and land cheek-first on the sharp metal track that the door slides on. Aside from my broken finger, was the only time I got stitches.
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I had better hide this thread from my wife...she works at a nursing home as a nurse supervisor...the word "impaction" doesn't even shed a hair of light on one story that she told me the other day.
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Lets see, horrible scarring experiences...
When I was 8 I stepped on a toothpic. One of those wooden ones. Yeah, that hurt, a lot! The pulling it out was almost worse then the putting it in.
When I was 10, I was riding my bike around a blind curve by my house (staying on the sidewalk btw) and was run over by a guy on a bike. I fell off and lay there stunned, he helped me to my feet, asked me if I was ok, when I said I was, (I did say stunned right) he took off, said he was late for class or something. I checked and my bike was basically trashed, at least the front tire was. So I start wheeling the bike home on its back wheel, when this girl who liked me came up to say hi. I was explaining what had happened when she happened to glance at my leg and noticed that I was bleeding rather badly. I had been fine up til the point I looked into my leg and saw bones looking back at me.
So yeah, it ended up, that I had fallen on the guys bike pedal, knicking a vein in my leg, and fracturing my leg. The shock kept me from feeling anything.
Long story short, I flipped out, lost a lot of blood, got taken to the hospital, was given a lot of stitches, which btw when your young doesn't help the whole freaking out aspect, stuck in a cast, developed an irrational fear of sewing and needles, and yes, I was lucky to be alive.
Mole
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When I was 8 I stepped on a toothpic. One of those wooden ones. Yeah, that hurt, a lot! The pulling it out was almost worse then the putting it in.
When I was 10, I was riding my bike around a blind curve by my house (staying on the sidewalk btw) and was run over by a guy on a bike. I fell off and lay there stunned, he helped me to my feet, asked me if I was ok, when I said I was, (I did say stunned right) he took off, said he was late for class or something. I checked and my bike was basically trashed, at least the front tire was. So I start wheeling the bike home on its back wheel, when this girl who liked me came up to say hi. I was explaining what had happened when she happened to glance at my leg and noticed that I was bleeding rather badly. I had been fine up til the point I looked into my leg and saw bones looking back at me.
So yeah, it ended up, that I had fallen on the guys bike pedal, knicking a vein in my leg, and fracturing my leg. The shock kept me from feeling anything.
Long story short, I flipped out, lost a lot of blood, got taken to the hospital, was given a lot of stitches, which btw when your young doesn't help the whole freaking out aspect, stuck in a cast, developed an irrational fear of sewing and needles, and yes, I was lucky to be alive.
Mole
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Wow. The worst experience like that I had was when I was young and stupid, and played "let's see how fast I can take this 120 degree turn on my bike" on an intersection near my house.
Let's just say, I found out the answer was somewhere above ~10 mph and somewhere below ~15 mph, and it was not fun dragging myself back home afterwards.
Marksman Ahmir Nam'al
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-Distant hills look green.
Let's just say, I found out the answer was somewhere above ~10 mph and somewhere below ~15 mph, and it was not fun dragging myself back home afterwards.
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"Is glas iad na cnoic i bhfad uainn."
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Mole, your story made me giggle. I feel like a terrible person now.
When I was 3 or 4, I kneeled on a piece of ceramic glass and it got trapped beneath the skin in my knee. I had to go to the hospital so they could remove it and, thankfully, glue it shut instead of using stitches. Still have the scar. To this day, though, the phrase 'butterfly stitch' still causes me to shudder inwardly.
I was in kindergarten when I got chickenpox and still have a single barely visible pockmark scar above my left eyebrow. Yes, I am my evil twin.
I've crashed more times on my bike than I'd like to admit, but none of them really hurt me too bad. One time I remember I ran straight into a large rock in the road, launched myself over the handlebars and laid there on the street for awhile thinking about how stupid that was. Someone actually got out of their car to ask me if I was alright. I was 8.
I dropped a hot iron on my foot once. There's still a scar there where it gouged out part of my foot. I think I was 10.
Not long after that, I dropped a cereal bowl and part of it broke off and cut my leg open. Still have a scar.
Getting into medical problems instead of horrible accidents...
I've had migraines since I was a kid. I got off the bus coming home from school one day and collapsed in front of a low-income housing complex in horrible pain. Some kids came and poked me with sticks and crap until my mum came around a half an hour later looking for me and shoo'd them away.
The doctor gave me temazepam for some odd reason (can't have been for insomnia, I was taking it during the day). I lost vision in my right eye temporarily, and to this day that eye is weaker than the other. Yipee.
Practically invisible toenail deformities that lead to ingrown toenails run in my family. I got the side of one removed the first time and got to keep the shard in a specimen jar. It grew back, the toenail became ingrown again, so I got the inside of both big toenails removed and the area cauterized to prevent regrowth. I got to keep those shards, too. I still have them. One of them (along with my toe post-removal) decorates the Wikipedia article on ingrown nails. Wrote most of that article myself. This was a year or two ago.
Still, I've never broken a bone and I've never had stitches. Go me.
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When I was 3 or 4, I kneeled on a piece of ceramic glass and it got trapped beneath the skin in my knee. I had to go to the hospital so they could remove it and, thankfully, glue it shut instead of using stitches. Still have the scar. To this day, though, the phrase 'butterfly stitch' still causes me to shudder inwardly.
I was in kindergarten when I got chickenpox and still have a single barely visible pockmark scar above my left eyebrow. Yes, I am my evil twin.
I've crashed more times on my bike than I'd like to admit, but none of them really hurt me too bad. One time I remember I ran straight into a large rock in the road, launched myself over the handlebars and laid there on the street for awhile thinking about how stupid that was. Someone actually got out of their car to ask me if I was alright. I was 8.
I dropped a hot iron on my foot once. There's still a scar there where it gouged out part of my foot. I think I was 10.
Not long after that, I dropped a cereal bowl and part of it broke off and cut my leg open. Still have a scar.
Getting into medical problems instead of horrible accidents...
I've had migraines since I was a kid. I got off the bus coming home from school one day and collapsed in front of a low-income housing complex in horrible pain. Some kids came and poked me with sticks and crap until my mum came around a half an hour later looking for me and shoo'd them away.
The doctor gave me temazepam for some odd reason (can't have been for insomnia, I was taking it during the day). I lost vision in my right eye temporarily, and to this day that eye is weaker than the other. Yipee.
Practically invisible toenail deformities that lead to ingrown toenails run in my family. I got the side of one removed the first time and got to keep the shard in a specimen jar. It grew back, the toenail became ingrown again, so I got the inside of both big toenails removed and the area cauterized to prevent regrowth. I got to keep those shards, too. I still have them. One of them (along with my toe post-removal) decorates the Wikipedia article on ingrown nails. Wrote most of that article myself. This was a year or two ago.
Still, I've never broken a bone and I've never had stitches. Go me.
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lesse... mine has to be when I wrecked my truck, rolled it 4 times on a rather curvey hilly road one lovely sunday afternoon. In the process of rolling, my right foot went out the passenger window and was rolled over by the truck (can anyone say 'Misery').
When I came to, my tuck was laying on the driver side, and my foot was sticking out the passenger window still, the cab of my truck had been crushed down to where the window was only about 8 inches tall. I had to turn my crushed foot sideways and crawl out into the bed of my truck through what was left of my back window all the while the pulp that was my ankle bones grinding like broken glass.
Upon getting to the hospital and out of surgery they told me that the floating bone in my ankle was missing from the accident and had caused a circular wound on the inside of my ankle, I got the sock back that the ambulance workers had cut off me and there was a dime sized hole in it where the floating bone had been driven out like a bullet.
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When I came to, my tuck was laying on the driver side, and my foot was sticking out the passenger window still, the cab of my truck had been crushed down to where the window was only about 8 inches tall. I had to turn my crushed foot sideways and crawl out into the bed of my truck through what was left of my back window all the while the pulp that was my ankle bones grinding like broken glass.
Upon getting to the hospital and out of surgery they told me that the floating bone in my ankle was missing from the accident and had caused a circular wound on the inside of my ankle, I got the sock back that the ambulance workers had cut off me and there was a dime sized hole in it where the floating bone had been driven out like a bullet.
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Hmm where to start?
My mother in law's boyfriend who got an abscessed tooth and rather than allow a pencillin shot, walked home five miles and put a drill in his mouth. We had to call an ambulance because he was covered in blood.
And I'm sure y'all don't want to hear about the three years of taking care of said mother in law who delighted in new ways to gross me out.
My worst recent injury was the removal of my three wisdom teeth. Went it for a toothache and wound up having them all yanked out in the space of two hours by an oral surgeon who did a good job but was upset I was screaming so much. My wisdom teeth were growing sideways out of my jaw and had to be be cracked and pulled out. It left gaping holes in my jaw which weren't fun to take care of.
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My mother in law's boyfriend who got an abscessed tooth and rather than allow a pencillin shot, walked home five miles and put a drill in his mouth. We had to call an ambulance because he was covered in blood.
And I'm sure y'all don't want to hear about the three years of taking care of said mother in law who delighted in new ways to gross me out.
My worst recent injury was the removal of my three wisdom teeth. Went it for a toothache and wound up having them all yanked out in the space of two hours by an oral surgeon who did a good job but was upset I was screaming so much. My wisdom teeth were growing sideways out of my jaw and had to be be cracked and pulled out. It left gaping holes in my jaw which weren't fun to take care of.
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My Chicken Pox Story
When I was a kid, I didn't much care for school. Big surprise right? So anyway, I'm in my room, changing my shirt, when my mom walks in, and sees all these pimple type scars on my back. She gasps, and takes a close look at me, and sure enough, I apparently have chicken pox. Great I say, I can stay home from school for a few days. Then, ruining my excitement she looks at the pox and says, nope, your past the infectious stage. (My moms an RN, she knows these things)
DOH!
I had a continuous low grade fever for 3 days straight and had to go to school every damn day, and when I discover I have the Chicken Pox, do I get to miss even a day of school...
So, my older brother comes down that night with chicken pox, and my mom lets him stay home from school for a week. I can't even express the jealousy and rage I felt when upon getting home from school, I would see my brother, kicking back on a couch, watching TV in his bathrobe, smiling and happy as could be.
For years, that was how the story ended, until talking with my mom and brother, who btw now is a great friend. We were discussing this experience, and he mentioned that for him, the chicken pox had been horrible, but knowing me like he did, he would muster an effort right when I got home to look chipper and like he was having a great time, and leave me frothing in rage at the rank injustice of the world!
Mole
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When I was a kid, I didn't much care for school. Big surprise right? So anyway, I'm in my room, changing my shirt, when my mom walks in, and sees all these pimple type scars on my back. She gasps, and takes a close look at me, and sure enough, I apparently have chicken pox. Great I say, I can stay home from school for a few days. Then, ruining my excitement she looks at the pox and says, nope, your past the infectious stage. (My moms an RN, she knows these things)
DOH!
I had a continuous low grade fever for 3 days straight and had to go to school every damn day, and when I discover I have the Chicken Pox, do I get to miss even a day of school...
So, my older brother comes down that night with chicken pox, and my mom lets him stay home from school for a week. I can't even express the jealousy and rage I felt when upon getting home from school, I would see my brother, kicking back on a couch, watching TV in his bathrobe, smiling and happy as could be.
For years, that was how the story ended, until talking with my mom and brother, who btw now is a great friend. We were discussing this experience, and he mentioned that for him, the chicken pox had been horrible, but knowing me like he did, he would muster an effort right when I got home to look chipper and like he was having a great time, and leave me frothing in rage at the rank injustice of the world!
Mole
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None of my injury stories are exceedingly gross, but when I was five, I got a splinter in my finger so deep that we couldn't get it out. I don't remember all the details of what was tried but eventually it was just left there. Over time, it or the injury resulting from it somehow became a part of my skin and for years I had this dark "freckle" on my pinkie that grew and spread out gradually. In the last ten years or so, it slowly started dissipating, and now it's gone entirely...no trace at all.
Oh, but I distracted my brother once when he was weeding the orchard and caused him to bury a sickle into his calf.
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Oh, but I distracted my brother once when he was weeding the orchard and caused him to bury a sickle into his calf.
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Ya know? Just have to say that these incidents that many of you have experienced, and multiple incidents at that...
well,
You all Scare me.
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well,
You all Scare me.
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When I was a kid, I was working on a school project that required snipping paper into little tiny pieces. The scissors were very sharp and I was snipping awfully fast, and the next thing you know, SNIP! off comes the tip of my finger. Proof that you can regenerate in real life. :)
Or how about the time I was driving my brother's go cart just a little too fast down the street and it just flipped right over on top of me. I don't even remember screaming.
When we were REALLY little (4? 5?) we liked to build pillow forts with the couch cushions. When I was putting them back, the cushion slipped back, I slipped forward, and hit my chin on the wooden frame (anybody remember This End Up?). I took a huge chunk of skin out, and you could see bone. We went to the doctor to get stitches, and he put this piece of paper over my face, which I thought was so I couldn't see what they were doing, but alas, I COULD see. That big curved needle is a scary thing to see going in and out of your face. I can remember drumming my heels on the table, completely freaking out.
If you want to talk disgusting, try getting infectious colitus. I was in the hospital for 5 days (Why do I always get sick on vacation?) with a potassium drip because I couldn't eat anything. Gotta love burning out your veins with that stuff. They had to change my IV every 8 hours or so. At this point they didn't know it was infectious, and started scaring me with stories of chronic diseases and how I was going to get colon cancer, and have to have parts of my colon removed. Gee, I love hospitals. Did I mention the pain is as bad as a kidney stone?
And I've got a ton more, too. It's amazing to me that I never actually broke any bones growing up.
Or how about the time I was driving my brother's go cart just a little too fast down the street and it just flipped right over on top of me. I don't even remember screaming.
When we were REALLY little (4? 5?) we liked to build pillow forts with the couch cushions. When I was putting them back, the cushion slipped back, I slipped forward, and hit my chin on the wooden frame (anybody remember This End Up?). I took a huge chunk of skin out, and you could see bone. We went to the doctor to get stitches, and he put this piece of paper over my face, which I thought was so I couldn't see what they were doing, but alas, I COULD see. That big curved needle is a scary thing to see going in and out of your face. I can remember drumming my heels on the table, completely freaking out.
If you want to talk disgusting, try getting infectious colitus. I was in the hospital for 5 days (Why do I always get sick on vacation?) with a potassium drip because I couldn't eat anything. Gotta love burning out your veins with that stuff. They had to change my IV every 8 hours or so. At this point they didn't know it was infectious, and started scaring me with stories of chronic diseases and how I was going to get colon cancer, and have to have parts of my colon removed. Gee, I love hospitals. Did I mention the pain is as bad as a kidney stone?
And I've got a ton more, too. It's amazing to me that I never actually broke any bones growing up.
The best I can do is when I was practicing indoor soccer on a surface that is best described as prickly short plastic green grass. I was running and hadn't noticed someone had kicked another ball hard at me. It took out my feet and I slid about 10-15 feet on the side of my right leg neatly depositing the top layer of my skin where I started sliding. I aactually only had a few bloody scratches down my leg but it's a very odd sensitive feeling having so much exposed lower levels of skin.
Oh I also once broke one of my toes tripping over a tree root. But I just slammed my foot down real hard to set it and wore extra socks for support for a week or so.
I have seen someone break an ankle 20 feet away.... most disgusting sound I ever hope to hear.
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Oh I also once broke one of my toes tripping over a tree root. But I just slammed my foot down real hard to set it and wore extra socks for support for a week or so.
I have seen someone break an ankle 20 feet away.... most disgusting sound I ever hope to hear.
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It's a pretty weak story compared to most of everyone else's, but it happened yesterday after I made my last post in this thread, so I might as well add it.
Was taking some pizza out of the oven, and I hadn't properly centered the pot holder in my hand, or it folded, or something. Anyway, the cookie sheet pressed up against the side of my palm, and it took me a second to register "HEY that's pretty hot!" Dropped the cookie sheet and went straight to the faucet, I now have a nice burn blister about two inches long and half an inch wide on my hand.
Thankfully, the pizza survived, because I dropped it upright back into the oven. That would have just ruined my night if I'd burned my hand AND dropped the pizza on the floor or something.
And amazingly, after a few hours it didn't even sting any longer. Now it's barely tender, though the blister's still there. It's weird because I've had tiny wussy little burns that hurt for a lot longer than that.
Marksman Ahmir Nam'al
"Is glas iad na cnoic i bhfad uainn."
-Distant hills look green.
Was taking some pizza out of the oven, and I hadn't properly centered the pot holder in my hand, or it folded, or something. Anyway, the cookie sheet pressed up against the side of my palm, and it took me a second to register "HEY that's pretty hot!" Dropped the cookie sheet and went straight to the faucet, I now have a nice burn blister about two inches long and half an inch wide on my hand.
Thankfully, the pizza survived, because I dropped it upright back into the oven. That would have just ruined my night if I'd burned my hand AND dropped the pizza on the floor or something.
And amazingly, after a few hours it didn't even sting any longer. Now it's barely tender, though the blister's still there. It's weird because I've had tiny wussy little burns that hurt for a lot longer than that.
Marksman Ahmir Nam'al
"Is glas iad na cnoic i bhfad uainn."
-Distant hills look green.
>> burn story
Ouch. I hate burns.
I did the same thing except my scar is on the inside of my elbow. Inch-long gash and a little scar below it that looks like a cigarette burn.
Hurt like hell, let me tell you. But those were some mighty good chicken strips and fries. Yum.
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Ouch. I hate burns.
I did the same thing except my scar is on the inside of my elbow. Inch-long gash and a little scar below it that looks like a cigarette burn.
Hurt like hell, let me tell you. But those were some mighty good chicken strips and fries. Yum.
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Clemency struggles with his clogged crevice.
><<Oh I also once broke one of my toes tripping over a tree root. But I just slammed my foot down real hard to set it and wore extra socks for support for a week or so.>>
>Who are you, Rambo?
Hardly... I just know that hospitals won't do much and I could feel the bone was just wrong... it did hurt when I slammed my foot but I could feel things were back in the right place. It was a good kind of pain.
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>Who are you, Rambo?
Hardly... I just know that hospitals won't do much and I could feel the bone was just wrong... it did hurt when I slammed my foot but I could feel things were back in the right place. It was a good kind of pain.
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<<Hardly...
Heh, you remind me of my friend Lisa, she has this weird love of foot pain. Like if she has an in-grown toenail she enjoys clipping around it and then ripping it out. She also laughed and said it tickled when a huge wooden door to a barn slid over her foot and cut a huge gash in it and needed stitches.
Crazy people.
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Heh, you remind me of my friend Lisa, she has this weird love of foot pain. Like if she has an in-grown toenail she enjoys clipping around it and then ripping it out. She also laughed and said it tickled when a huge wooden door to a barn slid over her foot and cut a huge gash in it and needed stitches.
Crazy people.
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-Clemency
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"Put your head up to my heart, hear me live and follow suit, this will all be over soon, it's gonna hurt a little." -Emberghost
>Like if she has an in-grown toenail she enjoys clipping around it and then ripping it out.
I can usually use a cuticle scissor to cut out the part of the nail ingrowing.
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I can usually use a cuticle scissor to cut out the part of the nail ingrowing.
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I tried doing that...
But this was when I was actually working and on my feet for several hours a day, and it eventually ended up getting infected because the nails kept cutting into the side of my toes.
Nothing quite like coming home from work, taking your shoes off and seeing large bloodstains spreading across both your socks.
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Clemency struggles with his clogged crevice.
But this was when I was actually working and on my feet for several hours a day, and it eventually ended up getting infected because the nails kept cutting into the side of my toes.
Nothing quite like coming home from work, taking your shoes off and seeing large bloodstains spreading across both your socks.
Rev. Reene, player of a few
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Clemency struggles with his clogged crevice.
>I tried doing that...
>But this was when I was actually working and on my feet for several hours a day, and it eventually ended up getting infected because the nails kept cutting into the side of my toes.
After you cut out the ingrown part you have to rebalance your nail so it'll grow straight. So sometimes you have to trim a little on the other side.
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>But this was when I was actually working and on my feet for several hours a day, and it eventually ended up getting infected because the nails kept cutting into the side of my toes.
After you cut out the ingrown part you have to rebalance your nail so it'll grow straight. So sometimes you have to trim a little on the other side.
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Fight story!
One time, at summer camp I got in a fight with some guy. I was 10, he was 17, you get the idea. I get thrown into a piano, the corner of the piano cuts my head open. 3 inch gash, fortunately above the hairline (barely).
So, I'm bleeding like mad, they whisk me off to the local witch doctor. This dumb...person assumes that "the wound was in shock, so I wouldn't feel anything". WRONG. It takes two huge nurses to hold me down (remember I'm 10 years old at the time), and 8 staples later, he gives me an advil. I will tell you right now, Advil works, and it works damn well. Currently I have a pretty big scar there, about a quarter inch thick, but it's completely covered by hair. Lucky me.
Another fun story involves a splinter. So I'm working at a small playhouse in town, in the orchestra pit that I've never heard of them using ever and was filled with spare wood, which we were getting out. So I've been climbing in and out of this poorly maintained orchestra pit, into piles of wood, and eventually we move it all out. Right at the end of the job, I accidentally brush the top of the pit and get a huge splinter THROUGH my finger. It was like an inch long and launched itself through the side and out the top of the fingertip, throught the meaty part. No blood, but the thing wouldn't budge at all. Eventually I had to go to the hospital, where they just yanked it out with a vise grip. That didn't hurt nearly as bad as the tetnus shot they gave me later. I hate those things.
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One time, at summer camp I got in a fight with some guy. I was 10, he was 17, you get the idea. I get thrown into a piano, the corner of the piano cuts my head open. 3 inch gash, fortunately above the hairline (barely).
So, I'm bleeding like mad, they whisk me off to the local witch doctor. This dumb...person assumes that "the wound was in shock, so I wouldn't feel anything". WRONG. It takes two huge nurses to hold me down (remember I'm 10 years old at the time), and 8 staples later, he gives me an advil. I will tell you right now, Advil works, and it works damn well. Currently I have a pretty big scar there, about a quarter inch thick, but it's completely covered by hair. Lucky me.
Another fun story involves a splinter. So I'm working at a small playhouse in town, in the orchestra pit that I've never heard of them using ever and was filled with spare wood, which we were getting out. So I've been climbing in and out of this poorly maintained orchestra pit, into piles of wood, and eventually we move it all out. Right at the end of the job, I accidentally brush the top of the pit and get a huge splinter THROUGH my finger. It was like an inch long and launched itself through the side and out the top of the fingertip, throught the meaty part. No blood, but the thing wouldn't budge at all. Eventually I had to go to the hospital, where they just yanked it out with a vise grip. That didn't hurt nearly as bad as the tetnus shot they gave me later. I hate those things.
Steel.
OMG! YOU HAVE <insert ability here> YOU ARE OVERPOWERED! DIE, GUILD, DIE!
>> It takes two huge nurses to hold me down
Haha. You reminded me of another one.
The one and only time a doctor made someone hold me down, I was about 3. This story is as it was related to me by my mum. She laughs herself to tears whenever she tells it.
She finally agreed to hold me down during the exam because he refused to believe that I'm not the kind of child that kicked and screamed whenever she was examined by a doctor. Well, now, I might have been alright with doctors, but I sure as hell wasn't okay with being held down for no good reason.
So what did I do?
When he leaned over me to start the examination, I kicked him in the crotch as hard as I could.
She never took me to that doctor again.
Rev. Reene, player of a few
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Clemency struggles with his clogged crevice.
Haha. You reminded me of another one.
The one and only time a doctor made someone hold me down, I was about 3. This story is as it was related to me by my mum. She laughs herself to tears whenever she tells it.
She finally agreed to hold me down during the exam because he refused to believe that I'm not the kind of child that kicked and screamed whenever she was examined by a doctor. Well, now, I might have been alright with doctors, but I sure as hell wasn't okay with being held down for no good reason.
So what did I do?
When he leaned over me to start the examination, I kicked him in the crotch as hard as I could.
She never took me to that doctor again.
Rev. Reene, player of a few
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Clemency struggles with his clogged crevice.
>>We went to the doctor to get stitches, and he put this piece of paper over my face, which I thought was so I couldn't see what they were doing, but alas, I COULD see.
When I got stitches in my cheek from the sliding-glass door incident, all they did was strap me to the table and had a couple of nurses hold my head still. Of course, the whole ordeal felt much like someone was rubbing a skinned knee with sandpaper rather than painful pokes of a needle...
J'Lo, no that other one
When I got stitches in my cheek from the sliding-glass door incident, all they did was strap me to the table and had a couple of nurses hold my head still. Of course, the whole ordeal felt much like someone was rubbing a skinned knee with sandpaper rather than painful pokes of a needle...
J'Lo, no that other one
Okay, many years back I was bitten in the face by a very large dog. He ripped me open from just under the tip of my nose straight down through my upper lip. (And that was a good thing, since he was going for my throat!) When I went to the ER, they tried to numb me with novacaine injections before stitching, but apparantly there are tons and tons of nerve endings at the base of the nose, and that whole area would NOT numb. After seven excruciating injections of novocaine that did absolutely nothing, I finally screamed that the stitching up absolutely had to be less painful, so they put in 17 stitches (plus nine internal ones) without my being numb. Less painful than the injections? Probably. Still hurt like holy heck? Yes!! My toes still curl thinking about it.
Lucky for me there was an excellent plastic surgeon on call, and he put my face back together really well. The scar's barely noticeable, though my sister still delights in calling me 'scarface.'
~ Gwynfydedig
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Lucky for me there was an excellent plastic surgeon on call, and he put my face back together really well. The scar's barely noticeable, though my sister still delights in calling me 'scarface.'
~ Gwynfydedig
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I hate novocaine. When I was 9 or so, in another fight I'd nearly forgotten about, some guy slammed my head into the frozen ground in the middle of winter, busted my chin wide open. So they novocained me up before sewing it shut. Fun little note there, turns out a rock was lodged in it, but it fell out before I got on the table so no problems there. This was before Dr. Stapler, so I didn't have much tolerance for pain.
Am I the only one that notices operations tend to hurt worse than the injuries themselves?
Steel.
OMG! YOU HAVE <insert ability here> YOU ARE OVERPOWERED! DIE, GUILD, DIE!
Am I the only one that notices operations tend to hurt worse than the injuries themselves?
Steel.
OMG! YOU HAVE <insert ability here> YOU ARE OVERPOWERED! DIE, GUILD, DIE!
My orthopod sends me birthday and christmas cards. 14 breaks in 9 years (not counting fingers toes and other little fractures).
Some highlights are football collision after I had lost my helmet. Broken eye orbit, cheek bone and sinus wall. It was numb for a while so I kept playing. Whenever someone talked trash to me I would just spit out a bunch of blood and stare at them. Either the ref or the opposite coach said something about it and they made me leave the game. Eventually swallowing all the blood leaking down from my sinuses made my stomach upset and my face was swelling up pretty good so I went to the hospital. I'm pretty sure we won that game.
I also took a line drive to the jaw when I was pitching once. It's the only time I have ever been knocked out. I remember my face going numb, everything going quiet, sitting down on the mound and things slowly went black and there was nothing I could do about it. Weirdest feeling. The broken jaw didn't hurt as much as the crushed muscle. We won this game too.
Broke my back, but that was wasn't very spectacular. I still don't know how it happened. I had a stress fracture in my back that was misdiagnosed as a hip injury. I dove for a ball while practicing at third base just before the first preseason game of my senior year. That was pretty much the end of my sports career. Avoiding spinal fusion surgery is key.
The weirdest one is when I was twisting a lid off of a jar of pickles for someone and something popped in my hand. This was about a year ago. I never saw anyone about it, but I still can't open a jar with my right hand. I hate pickles too.
5 broken arms, torn mcl in my left knee, torn rotator cuff. I just started with a firm that gives me the best health coverage I have ever heard of, and I haven't had an injury in 14 months. Figures.
That guy that crushed his ankle in the when he rolled his truck is definitely the winner so far. Maybe I could get a mention in the accumulated pain category though.
~Purehand
Some highlights are football collision after I had lost my helmet. Broken eye orbit, cheek bone and sinus wall. It was numb for a while so I kept playing. Whenever someone talked trash to me I would just spit out a bunch of blood and stare at them. Either the ref or the opposite coach said something about it and they made me leave the game. Eventually swallowing all the blood leaking down from my sinuses made my stomach upset and my face was swelling up pretty good so I went to the hospital. I'm pretty sure we won that game.
I also took a line drive to the jaw when I was pitching once. It's the only time I have ever been knocked out. I remember my face going numb, everything going quiet, sitting down on the mound and things slowly went black and there was nothing I could do about it. Weirdest feeling. The broken jaw didn't hurt as much as the crushed muscle. We won this game too.
Broke my back, but that was wasn't very spectacular. I still don't know how it happened. I had a stress fracture in my back that was misdiagnosed as a hip injury. I dove for a ball while practicing at third base just before the first preseason game of my senior year. That was pretty much the end of my sports career. Avoiding spinal fusion surgery is key.
The weirdest one is when I was twisting a lid off of a jar of pickles for someone and something popped in my hand. This was about a year ago. I never saw anyone about it, but I still can't open a jar with my right hand. I hate pickles too.
5 broken arms, torn mcl in my left knee, torn rotator cuff. I just started with a firm that gives me the best health coverage I have ever heard of, and I haven't had an injury in 14 months. Figures.
That guy that crushed his ankle in the when he rolled his truck is definitely the winner so far. Maybe I could get a mention in the accumulated pain category though.
~Purehand
>>Am I the only one that notices operations tend to hurt worse than the injuries themselves?
No. When I broke my finger and nearly severed the finger tendon, it didn't even hurt at all. Just felt like I pinched it, like usually happens at work. The most painful part of the process was when I was getting the x-rays done, because they had to move my finger into awkward positions in order to get clear shots. Surgery was a breeze, although the cold, itchiness, and fuzzy sensations from the lidocaine were torture.
J'Lo, no that other one
No. When I broke my finger and nearly severed the finger tendon, it didn't even hurt at all. Just felt like I pinched it, like usually happens at work. The most painful part of the process was when I was getting the x-rays done, because they had to move my finger into awkward positions in order to get clear shots. Surgery was a breeze, although the cold, itchiness, and fuzzy sensations from the lidocaine were torture.
J'Lo, no that other one
Not a story of mine, but of a friend of mine.
Guy is a fireman, SCA full-contact fighter, and a 4th-degree black belt karate instructor. He was doing something (I forget what) and hurt his wrist. Over the next 10 months he'd notice it getting better, then something minor would happen and it'd go back to hurting, rinse and repeat. Over this period of time he was firefighting, fighting in full plate armor, instructing his karate classes, and even earned another stripe on his belt (which required the normal brick- and board-breaking demonstration).
Finally, after 10 months, he mentions it to his sister-in-law's father, a doctor. He suggest my friend come in early one day and they'll go ahead and x-ray it, just to make sure it's not something big. My friend sits down with the lead apron and the nurse goes to take the x-ray. She comes back a few minutes later and says they need to take another one. They do, but now my friend is getting nervous.
The doctor comes in and puts up one x-ray on the display board. It's basically a mass of solid white (making my friend a bit more nervous). The doctor then explains that the muscles in my friend's forearm are so dense (strong) that the x-rays were unable to penetrate them and they had to turn up the juice!
So now they put up the second x-ray, and it was clearly visible where his wrist was broken in two places and had been for the last 10 months, continously healing and then rebroken with his "normal" activities.
Arcelebor
"Back off, man. I'm a scientist."
PSA - Sakhara's definition of RP (among other things) is erroneous
"I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar."
Guy is a fireman, SCA full-contact fighter, and a 4th-degree black belt karate instructor. He was doing something (I forget what) and hurt his wrist. Over the next 10 months he'd notice it getting better, then something minor would happen and it'd go back to hurting, rinse and repeat. Over this period of time he was firefighting, fighting in full plate armor, instructing his karate classes, and even earned another stripe on his belt (which required the normal brick- and board-breaking demonstration).
Finally, after 10 months, he mentions it to his sister-in-law's father, a doctor. He suggest my friend come in early one day and they'll go ahead and x-ray it, just to make sure it's not something big. My friend sits down with the lead apron and the nurse goes to take the x-ray. She comes back a few minutes later and says they need to take another one. They do, but now my friend is getting nervous.
The doctor comes in and puts up one x-ray on the display board. It's basically a mass of solid white (making my friend a bit more nervous). The doctor then explains that the muscles in my friend's forearm are so dense (strong) that the x-rays were unable to penetrate them and they had to turn up the juice!
So now they put up the second x-ray, and it was clearly visible where his wrist was broken in two places and had been for the last 10 months, continously healing and then rebroken with his "normal" activities.
Arcelebor
"Back off, man. I'm a scientist."
PSA - Sakhara's definition of RP (among other things) is erroneous
"I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar."
> The doctor then explains that the muscles in my friend's forearm are so dense (strong) that the x-rays were unable to penetrate them and they had to turn up the juice!
Wow. That is hilarious and awe inspiring at the same time.
Steel.
OMG! YOU HAVE <insert ability here> YOU ARE OVERPOWERED! DIE, GUILD, DIE!
Wow. That is hilarious and awe inspiring at the same time.
Steel.
OMG! YOU HAVE <insert ability here> YOU ARE OVERPOWERED! DIE, GUILD, DIE!
>The doctor then explains that the muscles in my friend's forearm are so dense (strong) that the x-rays were unable to penetrate them and they had to turn up the juice!
<chuckle> Yeah, like one Formula One driver back before all the nice electronics and hydraulics and so on who broke both femurs ... then went out dancing that night. His leg muscles were so strong they stabilized the bones.
Fit human beings are amazing critters. Actually what's really amazing is how far we can go being totally not fit. There's such a range bcause so many of us never really live up to the potential of our bodies because our environment is so much easier than what our bodies had to deal with for most of the existance of Homo sapiens.
<chuckle> Yeah, like one Formula One driver back before all the nice electronics and hydraulics and so on who broke both femurs ... then went out dancing that night. His leg muscles were so strong they stabilized the bones.
Fit human beings are amazing critters. Actually what's really amazing is how far we can go being totally not fit. There's such a range bcause so many of us never really live up to the potential of our bodies because our environment is so much easier than what our bodies had to deal with for most of the existance of Homo sapiens.
I agree. I knew a guy who had a very tiny break in his neck and didn't know it, was able to crack his neck for like 10 years, and when his wife finally pestered him enough to go have it checked out (it never hurt him) he learned he was millimeters away from full paralyzation and they put him under the knife two hours later.
J'Lo, no that other one
J'Lo, no that other one
<< Wow. That is hilarious and awe inspiring at the same time.
Yeah, I'd be afraid of his handshake if he were a more aggressive guy.
<< Yeah, like one Formula One driver back before all the nice electronics and hydraulics and so on who broke both femurs ... then went out dancing that night. His leg muscles were so strong they stabilized the bones.
I read about a dirt biker with a similar situation, broke his neck in a fall but his neck muscles kept it all together until the end of the race when he got checked over by a medic.
It is freaky how simultaneously fragile and strong we can be.
Arcelebor
"Back off, man. I'm a scientist."
PSA - Sakhara's definition of RP (among other things) is erroneous
"I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar."
Yeah, I'd be afraid of his handshake if he were a more aggressive guy.
<< Yeah, like one Formula One driver back before all the nice electronics and hydraulics and so on who broke both femurs ... then went out dancing that night. His leg muscles were so strong they stabilized the bones.
I read about a dirt biker with a similar situation, broke his neck in a fall but his neck muscles kept it all together until the end of the race when he got checked over by a medic.
It is freaky how simultaneously fragile and strong we can be.
Arcelebor
"Back off, man. I'm a scientist."
PSA - Sakhara's definition of RP (among other things) is erroneous
"I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar."
That's kinda scary...for all I know I could be a walking pile of dust held together by my buff muscles ::snicker::
I really should stop drinking soda...my bones are probably hollow.
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-Clemency
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"Put your head up to my heart, hear me live and follow suit, this will all be over soon, it's gonna hurt a little." -Emberghost
I really should stop drinking soda...my bones are probably hollow.
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-Clemency
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"Put your head up to my heart, hear me live and follow suit, this will all be over soon, it's gonna hurt a little." -Emberghost
I'm an EMT-B, and this summer I took a course to become a Wilderness EMT. I haven't had a chance to actually use any of those WEMT skills or I'd probably have some stories of my own, but the stories that the guides and rescue people in the class were sharing were pretty incredible. It's amazing what your body will put up with when it has a will to live - people pulling axes out of their backs, climbing down ski slopes with broken femurs, spending days in hypothermic conditions, getting pulled out of freezing lakes after 45 minutes with no brain damage, etc. Then there's the good old fashioned first aid that you can't really use in the back of the ambulance - like the dreaded "finger of fate..." Ahem.
My own personal greatest story isn't really doing terrible things to myself (besides falling out of bed at age 3 and slicing my mouth/cheek on the shelf bracket laying on the ground) but involves spending 2 days at 18,000+ feet with little food and water trying to cross from Chile to Bolivia. The Bolivians wanted to dig a way over the pass through meter and a half high snow that reportedly went on for over a kilometer. With no shovels. And no food. Aaand no supplemental oxygen. And no water.
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Needless to say, after sucking wind and vomiting for two days, hallucinating, and generally accepting that I was going to die, we made it back to Chile and sea level. First thing I did after taking a shower? Went to McDonalds and ate pollo nuggets.
--Kate
player of Macalvany and another
My own personal greatest story isn't really doing terrible things to myself (besides falling out of bed at age 3 and slicing my mouth/cheek on the shelf bracket laying on the ground) but involves spending 2 days at 18,000+ feet with little food and water trying to cross from Chile to Bolivia. The Bolivians wanted to dig a way over the pass through meter and a half high snow that reportedly went on for over a kilometer. With no shovels. And no food. Aaand no supplemental oxygen. And no water.
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Needless to say, after sucking wind and vomiting for two days, hallucinating, and generally accepting that I was going to die, we made it back to Chile and sea level. First thing I did after taking a shower? Went to McDonalds and ate pollo nuggets.
--Kate
player of Macalvany and another
Lets see....
I was in a car accident last year, where my lovely Mini van rammed into the back of someones rental car. I was wearing my seatbelt THANK GOD but I ended up smacking my head against the steering wheel anyways, busting my nose and cheek area. On top of that the seat belt wasn't being worn properly so it cut into my neck. This all caused me to look like a bloody mess.
However, the worst one I ever saw was at work. For all of you that don't know I work for the Toys R Us, Babies R Us company (Yay retail!), Once I saw a young kid get his finger ripped off when putting a crib into some lady's car cause she closed the door on him. Another was I saw a shopping card FULL of kids tip over and land on a metal Thoumas the Tank Engine display set, because the parents weren't watching and the kids started to rock the cart back and forth.
There is a good lesson for all you parents out there, the next time you go into a Toys R Us, watch your kids, or I end up having to do two hours worth of paper work and first aid. : /
~Villya
"A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin."
-H. L. Mencken
I was in a car accident last year, where my lovely Mini van rammed into the back of someones rental car. I was wearing my seatbelt THANK GOD but I ended up smacking my head against the steering wheel anyways, busting my nose and cheek area. On top of that the seat belt wasn't being worn properly so it cut into my neck. This all caused me to look like a bloody mess.
However, the worst one I ever saw was at work. For all of you that don't know I work for the Toys R Us, Babies R Us company (Yay retail!), Once I saw a young kid get his finger ripped off when putting a crib into some lady's car cause she closed the door on him. Another was I saw a shopping card FULL of kids tip over and land on a metal Thoumas the Tank Engine display set, because the parents weren't watching and the kids started to rock the cart back and forth.
There is a good lesson for all you parents out there, the next time you go into a Toys R Us, watch your kids, or I end up having to do two hours worth of paper work and first aid. : /
~Villya
"A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin."
-H. L. Mencken
I've got a good car accident story! Like not even 3 months after I bought a Ford Festive (my bro called it my pocket rocket 'cause it was soi tiny) I was on my way home from work and it was like 10 at night. Some stupid drunk girl decided to start to take the exit, changed her mind and turned her wheel so she wasn't going with the flow of trafic...(this is a three lane highway) she was driving across the highway so her car was in all three lanes. I had just come over the hill and was going down it, she was at the base of it and i didn't see her at first 'cause obviously no headlights or tail lights were aimed at me. It was a 70 mph speed zone, I managed to slow down to 35 before I smashed into her driver's side door. needless to say my little car was totaled, chick didn't have insurance, I didn't have uninsured motorists and the cops let her go with minimal tickets. The whole time she's crying 'cause she can' shut her door....Yeah....LOOK AT MY CAR!!! It was totaled and she's like, My door won't shut but I can still drive my car home. She killed Beepo!
Nothing gross or cool- just stupid stuff... Some of your stories have jogged my memory.... ;)
At the age of 3 or 4, twisted/sprained my ankle really bad. I don't remember how I did it but my mom later told me that it was so bad that the Dr thought about casting it.
At the age of 4, while playing a game of follow the leader in a friend's backyard. The leader stepped up on a bench, walks the length of it, I step up just about the time she steps off. Bench flips and I hit my forehead on the cement patio. I still have the bump on my forehad.
At the age of 10 or 11, after choir practice. My dad was late picking me up so the choir leader says she'll take me home with the others. I had to sit on someone's lap in the front seat. They close the door, I look out the front window and in the top corner I realize those are my fingers on the outside. They had closed the door on my hand. Nothing broken, just badly bruised.
At age of 12, summertime. Went to go ask my mom if I could go to a friends house. My mom was gardening in the backyard. After she said yes, I turned to tell my friend. I stepped on a rake that was leaning against the fence and ... just like in the cartoons... it sprang up and hit me on the forehead- same place as previous head bump. Knocked me out for a moment. Major bump on my head with a thin red line wandering the length of the bump. My friend later said it was the funniest thing she'd ever seen.
At 20, my boyfriend at the time had a motorcycle. He'd just come over, went out to greet him. Leaned against the bike to kiss him. I had the sensation of extreme cold on my leg, pulled away and realized it wasn't cold but Heat! I'd leaned right against what I think was the exhaust pipe? Anyway it was hot and it burned and it hurt.
At 24, at work. I managed to smash my finger at the first knuckle in a window divider (those windows in offices separating receptionist from you). Finger goes stiff and cold- no big deal. After a couple of days it's doing better. Continues to hurt on and off for the next 3 weeks. Finally I started to feel it out, checked it against another finger and there's this hard bump. I start playing around with it and it snaps. Darn finger had been dislocated.
At 27, and 7 mos pregnant w/child #2, summertime. Hubby, son #1 & I went for a nice late afternoon walk. I'm pushing the stroller and we'd just started when I twisted my ankle and landed hard on my knee. Stand up, check my ankle, rub my knee. Not too bad so we start going again. I feel something run down my leg, look down and there's drops of blood on my shoes. Roll up my jeans- huge cut on my knee. Off we go to the ER. Got a few stitches and a tetnus shot. My very first stitches.
Hmmm... I don't think anything since then... oh yeah- a probable broken little toe when I smashed it in the highchair.
~the player of a halfling, an elf and a human
"Don't bother mommy right now. She's busy fighting monsters."
"There is no absolute truth in the world for every group of people."
At the age of 3 or 4, twisted/sprained my ankle really bad. I don't remember how I did it but my mom later told me that it was so bad that the Dr thought about casting it.
At the age of 4, while playing a game of follow the leader in a friend's backyard. The leader stepped up on a bench, walks the length of it, I step up just about the time she steps off. Bench flips and I hit my forehead on the cement patio. I still have the bump on my forehad.
At the age of 10 or 11, after choir practice. My dad was late picking me up so the choir leader says she'll take me home with the others. I had to sit on someone's lap in the front seat. They close the door, I look out the front window and in the top corner I realize those are my fingers on the outside. They had closed the door on my hand. Nothing broken, just badly bruised.
At age of 12, summertime. Went to go ask my mom if I could go to a friends house. My mom was gardening in the backyard. After she said yes, I turned to tell my friend. I stepped on a rake that was leaning against the fence and ... just like in the cartoons... it sprang up and hit me on the forehead- same place as previous head bump. Knocked me out for a moment. Major bump on my head with a thin red line wandering the length of the bump. My friend later said it was the funniest thing she'd ever seen.
At 20, my boyfriend at the time had a motorcycle. He'd just come over, went out to greet him. Leaned against the bike to kiss him. I had the sensation of extreme cold on my leg, pulled away and realized it wasn't cold but Heat! I'd leaned right against what I think was the exhaust pipe? Anyway it was hot and it burned and it hurt.
At 24, at work. I managed to smash my finger at the first knuckle in a window divider (those windows in offices separating receptionist from you). Finger goes stiff and cold- no big deal. After a couple of days it's doing better. Continues to hurt on and off for the next 3 weeks. Finally I started to feel it out, checked it against another finger and there's this hard bump. I start playing around with it and it snaps. Darn finger had been dislocated.
At 27, and 7 mos pregnant w/child #2, summertime. Hubby, son #1 & I went for a nice late afternoon walk. I'm pushing the stroller and we'd just started when I twisted my ankle and landed hard on my knee. Stand up, check my ankle, rub my knee. Not too bad so we start going again. I feel something run down my leg, look down and there's drops of blood on my shoes. Roll up my jeans- huge cut on my knee. Off we go to the ER. Got a few stitches and a tetnus shot. My very first stitches.
Hmmm... I don't think anything since then... oh yeah- a probable broken little toe when I smashed it in the highchair.
~the player of a halfling, an elf and a human
"Don't bother mommy right now. She's busy fighting monsters."
"There is no absolute truth in the world for every group of people."
Ohmygosh! How could I have forgotten! One more story...
My older son (4yrs) hurt his head and had to be taken to the drs office for stitches. The office said to hurry over since they were closing soon (Sat am). My husband said he'd take him. Not 5min later I decide I have to be there too. How could I not be there for my son during his first stitches. Dr's office is maybe 6 or 7 blocks away. So me and my younger son (3yrs) head off. About 1/2 way there he wants to be carried so I pick him up. Just a few steps later, I step on this huge acorn and twist my ankle. I drop my poor son on his head as I'm going over. His head hits the sidewalk (not sure I'll forget the sound of it), my keys go flying, my cell goes flying. Luckily neither of us landed in the busy street. I grab him up and hold him. He's crying, I'm crying, I can't stand, no one's walking by, no car stops, and I can see the ofc building where my husband and son are with no way of reaching them.
Someone finally comes by, and luckily for me I had fallen in front of an urgent care center, so she went and got help. By the time the dr showed up (he hadn't been in the ofc yet), my younger son was bouncing around like nothing. Dr looked at him, said he was fine, checked my ankle and sent me to ER for xrays. Thankfully nothing broken, just a very bad ankle sprain, a badly bruised knee and lots of embarrassment when I had to tell the story.
My younger son for a very long time wasn't crazy about me carrying him and as I was on crutches for a little while, would tell anyone who asked what happened to mommy- "Mommy dropped me". :(
Oh... and my oldest son? He got 1 small stitch.
~the player of a halfling, an elf and a human
"Don't bother mommy right now. She's busy fighting monsters."
"There is no absolute truth in the world for every group of people."
My older son (4yrs) hurt his head and had to be taken to the drs office for stitches. The office said to hurry over since they were closing soon (Sat am). My husband said he'd take him. Not 5min later I decide I have to be there too. How could I not be there for my son during his first stitches. Dr's office is maybe 6 or 7 blocks away. So me and my younger son (3yrs) head off. About 1/2 way there he wants to be carried so I pick him up. Just a few steps later, I step on this huge acorn and twist my ankle. I drop my poor son on his head as I'm going over. His head hits the sidewalk (not sure I'll forget the sound of it), my keys go flying, my cell goes flying. Luckily neither of us landed in the busy street. I grab him up and hold him. He's crying, I'm crying, I can't stand, no one's walking by, no car stops, and I can see the ofc building where my husband and son are with no way of reaching them.
Someone finally comes by, and luckily for me I had fallen in front of an urgent care center, so she went and got help. By the time the dr showed up (he hadn't been in the ofc yet), my younger son was bouncing around like nothing. Dr looked at him, said he was fine, checked my ankle and sent me to ER for xrays. Thankfully nothing broken, just a very bad ankle sprain, a badly bruised knee and lots of embarrassment when I had to tell the story.
My younger son for a very long time wasn't crazy about me carrying him and as I was on crutches for a little while, would tell anyone who asked what happened to mommy- "Mommy dropped me". :(
Oh... and my oldest son? He got 1 small stitch.
~the player of a halfling, an elf and a human
"Don't bother mommy right now. She's busy fighting monsters."
"There is no absolute truth in the world for every group of people."
