Most bizarre way you've injured yourself.......
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Ddr1135 | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 04:49 pm     ROTFLMAO!!!!! |
Way2prissy | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 05:04 pm     My brother and I were making cookies when my dad was at work. I was 13 and he was 11. He got on the counter (in wet socks) to get the glass pyrex measuring cup from the top cabinet. He slipped on the counter and dropped the pyrex cup which broke and then he fell onto the cup. He had a HUGE chunk of glass in the bottom portion of his butt cheek. He ended up having 30 or more stitches and nearly lost his leg because it was so close to an artery. Our neighbor drove us to the hospital and coincidentally, my dad was working on their computer system that day so he was just down the hall! For a whole week the only clothing he could wear on his bottom half was an athletic supporter. It gets worse....in all the chaos, I forgot that I had butter melting on the stove and by the time we got home there was a small kitchen fire. The entire stove was destroyed and there was a lot of smoke damage. Two years later, he had little shards of glass popping out and then they had to re-cut him and clean the area out. My brother always jokes with me now, "Wanna make some cookies?" He loves showing off his scar to women too! Of course when he tells the story (20 years later), he makes it sound like it was MY fault he was wearing wet socks... |
Gidget | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 05:31 pm     Falling ass first off the porch into a cactus garden, in a short dress. Ouch! Special note, don't play football around palm trees. I have a 10 inch scar on my calf that says that is not a good idea. |
Spygirl | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 06:32 pm     I've had very few injuries, but my poor little brother did growing up. At an aunt's wedding when he was about 5, he fell off the back steps of a very small country church and bit through his tongue. It was hanging on by a small fraction on one side. Did you know they don't put stitches in your tongue? It just heals on its own. <shiver> My parents have a big huge metal door under the carport leading into the back yard. My brother somehow managed to get his little finger caught in the door as it was closing. It cut it nearly off, again except a little bit on the edge of the finger. That one did get stitches. This is also the same kid who melted a candle in the microwave to see what would happen. He and a cousin started a bonfire in the middle of a hayfield on a Saturday morning in June (could it be anymore dry??). Also, he found a gallon of white paint in the shed and decided to put on his Easter clothes before Easter Sunday and paint the house Everyone needs a little brother  |
Nightcrawler | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 08:42 pm     when I was 5-7 years old. I held a lit macth to long and cought my right thom on fire. when my mom came over to put it out. I ran from her and it borned faster. now my right thom is about a 1/4 of an inch shorter the the left when little crawler was a baby he woke of crying because he was hungry. so I ran down stares opened the cuberd to make a bottal I was in a hurry. and turned around and was running to get the bottol back to him. and hit the cuberd door I frogot to close and nocked my self out for a few minnets. THEN I TOOK UP PAINTBALLING!!!!!!!!!!!!! me and my best friend were paintballing in the barn lot one afternoon. and he got me good in the left manhood (nut) I fell over in pain (all the guys know what I'm talking about) my friend came running over not knowing what he did to me. Bookie was there whaching us and seen it all. she found the paintball that hit me and asked if I wanted to keep it because it didn't brack. (I think my left nut did!!!!!!!) when Bookie told my friend what he did he was on the ground with me lafgh his as off. now I keep that part of my body safe when I paintball Major Concussion from paintball once in a team game we keeped tell the new guy to turn his paintbal gun down he was shooting to hard. he did about 3 times. he thought. in the last game he hit me in the head from 50 feet as I was crossing over a fence and nocked me right off the fence. and out for a short time. it turned out the he was turning it up not down. we he had it checked at the paintball store. shooting 300 hunred psi. is safe his gun was shooting 450 psi. OUCH!!!!!! we got one of thouse things that check the psi on the paintball guns that day. |
Lyn | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 10:51 pm     I cut my hand on a pair of underwear - twice. My mom's done the same thing. Neither one of us knows how we did it, but we did  |
Tess | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 11:31 pm     Lyn, I think you win the prize so far with that one. Though, DJgirl's anonymous P.S. to her list was downright hysterical. |
Tater | Thursday, October 09, 2003 - 12:21 am     Let’s see, when I was 12 my mom was making me make my bed (I Know, the nerve!) I was a tad mad and slammed the box spring and my pinky finger into the wall while making the bed. Needles to say I broke my finger but I didn’t have to make my bed for a while! There were numerous stairs that jumped out from under me. Once my sister and I got in a fight and she kicked me in the hand while wearing good old clogs! I got a pretty cast and a dirty look from her every time she had to do something I couldn’t because of the cast! I got spiked in the nose during a volleyball game on two separate occasions. So I got 2 nose jobs! Ahh the good old days!! Then when I was 20 I was parked on an icy patch. I turned the steering wheel and the steering wheel spun around so fast that it caught my wrist and broke it. There are just too many more to list. Good thing I bounce most of the time! |
Whoami | Thursday, October 09, 2003 - 01:20 am     Well, I can't top any of the above stories, but here goes. 1. When we were kids, my mom used an old fashioned washing tub, complete with clothes wringer. It had two basins, and we would fill one side of it with hot water, from a hose attached to the hot water spigot under the sink. We were outside talking to neighbors, when Mom remembered the tub was filling, and asked me to go in and shut off the water. I crawled in under the tub to get to the sink, and the hose flipped out of the tub and spewed scalding hot water over my back and shoulder. I ended up getting blisters. As luck would have it, the youth orchestra I was in had a concert that night (I played violin at the time). I couldn't bow without popping blisters, so I had to sit in the orchestra sans violin and just sit there looking dumb. 2. Our high school had those typical heavy metal doors that sprang back shut when you released them. I was walking outside to a courtyard, and was distracted by the sight of some very cute boys in the area. The door sprang back and bent my pinky finger all the way back. It kinda curled up and shriveled up that night....yup, had an orchestra concert that night. This time, the injured body part was on my "fingering" hand. Halfway through the concert, the director whispered to me, "um...you're playing a bit out of tune tonght...." I showed him my shriveled finger, and he understood fully. He told me I could just fake it the rest of the concert. 3. Fell in the shower, ended up with a bruise about a foot in diameter on my hip. That bugger was there for a month or more. 4. At the warehouse I worked, I was showing a vendor to our scale so he could calibrate it. He used special weights to calibrate the scale, and had set the weights down by the scale. I walked around the weights to get to the scale to show him something about it (can't remember now). He needed something, so I spun around to go get it for him, and caught my foot on those weights. They didn't budge an inch. I ended up sailing over them and diving into a stack of metal panels we had piled up nearby. Sliced my leg up, about a foot and a half cut. Didn't need stitches, but I did have to go in for a tetanus shot. The poor vendor felt so bad, he kept apologizing. I told him, "please! I'm the one who walked around those things, I knew they were behind me!" 5. One winter day, I was going to step out and check the mail. I didn't feel like putting on my shoes, since the pavement looked dry (just snow on the grass). Actually, there were a few spots on the porch that still had snow, but most of it had clear patches. The nearest clear patch was a bit further than a normal step, so I'd have to take a giant step to reach it. Turns out, it wasn't a clear patch after all. It was black ice. I sailed off that porch in a flip befitting a figure skater (well, a beginning figure skater that is). Wracked up my knee something awful, couldn't put my full weight on it for months. 6. For those who march drum corps or marching band, and spin rifle, the following injuries may be common place. But to the general public might be hard to explain. I broke my pinky finger on a bad catch from a high toss....smacked myself in the face and gave myself a bloody nose on another bad catch. 7. I was out in the yard practicing on my rifle. My dog was heading for the house, and he had his head down, and was in a dead-run to the house. He misjudged his way to the house (if only he'd looked up to see where he was going). He ran head-first into my shin. I ended up with a huge bruise that lasted a month or more there. Try explaining that the huge bruise on your leg is from your dog running into you! |
Aus10 | Thursday, October 09, 2003 - 05:06 am     This thread is hilarous and sad at the same time! Sorry everyone's hurt themselves so much, but now it's a riot to read. Picture it....June 1, 1995. An 11 year old little leaguer is in a batting slump. His dear ole mom is trying to help him out, giving him pointer's and telling him how to improve his swing. The child replies, "Thanks mom, but girls can't play baseball." Now this mom, she can take a lot of critisism but having grown up as a softball and baseball player who even at her age could still throw a mean fastball and hit a decent curve ball, wasn't going to let the little guy become a male chavaunist and a bad baseball player at the same time! So off they go to the little league diamond. First pitch to the boy is a slower pitch. He says "Is that all you got Mom?" So she makes a true wind-up, not realizing the little leaguers dig big holes infront of the mound. The wind-up...the pitch (which was a strike by the way)...she hear's the cracking sound....she crumbles to the ground.....she's nauseous....major foot pain. She's broke her foot....in 3 places! Now to top this off, she goes to hospital, x-ray's are inconclusive, but doesn't look to be broke? So doctor puts her in an air-cast with some crutches and sends her home. Later that night, having never been on crutches...she falls down steps face first...landing on her auto and her foot again. Well to make a long story short, 7 weeks later the foot, still in the air-cast, still looks like a football. Another set of x-ray's apparently confirm that the foot was broke (some breaks don't show with all the original swelling?). She is put in a cast this time where she remains until Thanksgiving. 5 months on crutches!! But guess what? She can now go up and down stairs on crutches!!! |
Djgirl | Thursday, October 09, 2003 - 07:47 am     Too funny you guys! I am glad to hear that everyone enjoyed the anonymous PS.... I have to tell y'all that I break myself up laughing just thinking about it! Oh, and Lyn, I hope you didn't actually WEAR those underwear!!!! BTW - I forgot to mention this - the morning that the "flashlight" incident happened was a workday, and I had to call into my boss to find out the nearest hospital to me?! He thought I had to get the Morning After pill, and to this day still doesn't know - I very well couldn't tell him the truth, could I?! |
Sweetbabygirl | Thursday, October 09, 2003 - 09:48 am     (Scratches head)....uh Lyn, how did you and yo mama cut yourselves from draws? Anyhew, I remember me and my sister were walking home from shopping. We were crossing the street when I somehow got my foot stuck in the trolley track, falling flat on my face....my sister was no help to me, as she was laughing her ass off. So was everyone else, NEVER MIND THE FACT that a trolley was coming towards me! To this day, she likes to remind me of that....one of the many times that she has bust a gut laughing at my expense, that b!tch, lol!! |
Suitsmefine | Thursday, October 09, 2003 - 08:35 pm     When I was in 7th grade, after basketball practice (yes, I used to be healthy enough to play sports)some of the Sr. team girls were still in the gym horsing around, and when I started into the locker room, one of them pulled the heavy steel door shut on the ring finger of my left hand....took 10 stitches to close it up....my fingernail looks awful, needless to say, there were NO pictures taken of the hands with wedding rings at my wedding!( I still can't stand that girl, and I see her almost everyday!) |
Jed245 | Friday, October 10, 2003 - 04:53 am     Well this is more of a stupid injury, but, here goes. When I was a small kid about 5 or 6 maybe? We had a coal stove, which, we used to heat the house. Well when you open the bottom of one of those things ya see lots of pretty red and orange colored puffy stuff. That's what was in my mind at the time anyway. And I was always wondering why in the world someone would stick a metal bar in there all the time? Well one day I had opened the lil bottom door. My brother walked by and decided to show me something neat! :o) He took the poker and dug around till a little bright red rock came out then he PICKED IT UP !!!! COOL I thought. Then he rolled it around in his hand for a few seconds and threw it back in. WOW!!! that was neat... he picked that up and it didn't even hurt him. So NOW I GOTTA GET ONE TOO!!!!! I poked around and poked around till one finally fell out. Well I took the glowing red poker and in an attempt to find a place to set it down so I could pick up the little red ball on the floor I placed that RED HOT POKER ON MY LEG!!!! Well I remember crying and the next memory I have is of me sitting on a couch looking at my leg and seeing little peices of skin just standing up on my leg. Kinda looked like cheese that had been hit with a cheese grater a little bit. I don't remember what it felt like. Just remember sitting the poker down across my leg and screaming. My parents say it was a very bad burn. |
Luvmyjrt | Friday, October 10, 2003 - 06:44 am     OUCH! |
Staceyinpa | Friday, October 10, 2003 - 08:39 am     I'm so sorry for everyone's misfortunes.. but they have me laughing very hard... I have a few to share as well.. (and a little tidbit of trivia) *Trivia- it is a proven scientific fact that southpaws die earlier in life from self inflicted injuries because they are so accident prone.... I am a lefty...* First, when I was about 5, we were visiting my grandparents who had a tall cement staircase outside with an old wrought iron railing (about 30 steps) and one day, I was standing at the top, and my mom was down in the yard, I decided to half hang over the railing to yell something to her.. she motioned for me to get back and be careful, and just at that moment, the railing gave way, and I tumbled down 30 cement steps... ended up getting 40 stitches in my head... I remeber when I was about 9 we lived in this apt complex that had one of those big green electrical boxes right out back of our apartment.. Of course you werent supposed to play on them, but we always did... well, one time (happened to be during a big family get-together) I decided that I was going to do a cartwheel off of that big green box... hands on the box... feet in the air, land on the ground.. well, i ended up comming down wrong on my foot and broke my big toe... I totally ruined the dinner, mom took me to the er.. they wouldn't do anything for a toe... left me limping for quite some time... after that I just sat on the box.. never jumped.. On to adulthood: When my son was an infant (mabye 6 months old), I was visiting my mom in Pa (I lived in MD) and decided to stop at a store before heading home.. well, I'm holding my baby, walking down a set of cement steps and hit a crumbly area.. I knew I was going down, and didnt' want to fallon my baby, so I twisted my body and fell on my right side with my ankle bent back towards my head.. writhing in pain, but still holding on to my baby, I struggled to my feet.. I had always heard that if you break something, you can't use it/move it/walk on it.. so I somehow managed to get to my car(noone had seen to come and help)and put my baby in the carseat and drove all the way home to md.. (by this time, my ankle looked like a football) my husband at the time was working on a boat dock in annapolis, so I put the baby in his stroller, and proceeded to walk down the dock to find my hubby and tell him I think I hurt my foot... well, instead of stopping and driving me to the hospital, he tells me to drop my son off at his mother's and drive myself to the er... I get to the er, get it x-rayd (it was a hairline fracture) and while I am sitting on the edge of the exray table, the orderly whipps the wheelchair around and smacks it into that very ankle... OUCH!!!!!!!!! I ended up in a cast and on crutches for 6 weeks.. When I was still married and both my kids were very small (1&4) I was up late one night working on some stained glass stuff.. everyone was asleep in the house, and I decided that I was thirsty. Well,I went to get the bag of ice from the freezer and it was in one big hunk so I had to break it up.. well, we had an old metal sink with the metal dish racks on the side, and I didn't want to smash it on the sink and wake anyone, so what do I do.. I get a sharp steak knife out of the drawer, and proceed to hold a big chunk of ice in my HAND and whack at it with the knife...well, the ice did give way and the knife went through, and I ended up almost completely cutting off my pinky finger of my right hand... I passed out on the kitchen floor, and my hubby came out and was pissed becaus I woke him up wouldnt' take me to the er... I had to bandage it up myself.. and went to the dr the next day and I had completely severed the nerve in my finger... it eventually healed, I have a small scar, but to this day, have no feeling in that finger.. When I first divorced, I rented a little duplex for me and the kids, and the bathroom was so small... one morning, as I was getting ready to leave the bathroom, I yanked the door open, and it hit my foot and stopped and I turned so quick as I was opening it, that I smacked myself right in the head with it.. down I went, out cold for a minute or two... I was fine after that.. but had a throbbing headache for a couple of days... the most recent (and last) was just last year. my mom took us on a vacation to Myrtle beach (i'd never been) and after a very fancy dinner one night,, we were walking around one of the big attractions, and while we were going down a set of steps to the parking lot, I stepped into a ditch and went down.. (tore my nice dress) and ended up going to the local ER (we got lost twice on the way) It turns out I had torn 2 ligiments in my ankle and across the top of my foot.and was on strong pain killers(3 days) and crutches for 6 weks.. Spent the last 3 days of vacation watching from the balcony while everyone else played on the beach.. couldn't get the cast wet... That's all I can think of right now.. I'm sure there's more... |
Luvmyjrt | Friday, October 10, 2003 - 10:42 am     StacyinPA -- Real peach of an "ex" had to be a pain somewhere.... |
Luvmyjrt | Friday, October 10, 2003 - 03:05 pm     (bump) |
Twiggyish | Friday, October 10, 2003 - 03:16 pm     Thank goodness you're alright Stacey. |
Denecee | Friday, October 10, 2003 - 03:27 pm     I think Stacey should stay away from stairs & steps! |
Neko | Friday, October 10, 2003 - 05:25 pm     I just had a little accident today. Luckily I wasn't hurt. I was carrying down my hamper full of clothing to wash since I have to pack cause I'm leaving tomorrow to visit family for Thanksgiving. Anyways, I go to take a step and completely miss the last three steps and end up clutching the hamper at the bottom of the stairs. I think the only thing that kept me upright was that hamper. Also, I am well known for being able to fall "up" stairs. Do it all the time, especially at school. |
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