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Archive through October 08, 2003
Heyltslori | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 06:54 am     I've always loved swimming. On one particular day when I was about 12, I was swimming in the community center pool. Apparently I was very happy, because with a big ol' open mouth grin on my face, I was swimming underwater and ran face first into the cement side of the pool and chipped my front tooth. I'm a dork.  |
Colossus | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 07:49 am     Zachsmom; It wasnt GAL that did the topless hot tub thing. That event was MANY, Many, many years ago. Riding my bike into a parked car.? Been there, done that too. And a light pole.! OUCH |
Mack | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 07:49 am     In my younger days I did odd jobs to get myself through college. Was working construction one day using a power nailer to put sheets of plywood to a roof. Boring job so I started day dreaming....big mistake....power nailed my hand to the building. Trying not to pass out and fall to my death I reached around with my free hand and got some pliers....pulled the nail out and then I yelled! Funniest...and hardest to explain....was the 4 stitches I needed for my forehead. Ex and I were shall we say engaged in physical activity. At that critical time I pitched forward and she pitched forward smacking her mouth into my forehead. I have to go get stitches and she had to have three teeth wired together until they firmed up again. Tried to explain this at work and they didn't believe me....changed the story to I'd walked into a tree limb and they bought that. That position was never again one of our favorites. ;-) |
Justavice | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 07:52 am     I'm glad that hole-punch incident has been useful for something. The two holes in my stomach looked like a snake bite (picture trying to hole-punch a skin fold) so I tried to convince co-workers I had been bitten by a snake so I could go home. I work in the mountains and there are frequent snake snightings. Nobody bought the snake bite story. |
Marysafan | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 08:05 am     It was December 1969 (what a year)...we had been married all of two weeks, when the Navy transferred us from San Diego to Norfolk, Virginia. The good news was that on the way, we could take a trip home to visit our families for Christmas. My folks let the newlyweds stay in the empty house next door that they were housesitting. One morning, hubby got up really early and with nothing else to do decided to record some of my favorite songs from an LP onto a cassette so I would have some music to listen to on our brand new cassette player. When I awake, I hear the Lettermen singing, "When I Fall in Love..." downstairs. I get out of bed...bare assed naked...and proceed to step quietly and "sneak" downstairs to surprise hubby. When my foot hit the second heavily carpeted step...I slipped...and tumbled all the way down the stairs...ass over teacups as my mother would say. Laying in a heap at the foot of the stairs, in total confusion as to what had just happened...my new husband comes running over to me and shouts..."What are you doing?!!! Can't you see I'm recording!!!" Only then did he realize that I could be hurt!!! I have never let him forget his first response! |
Wargod | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 08:30 am     Square, yes I do, scary isn't it? |
Denecee | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 08:34 am     One time I was moving the lawn waste can on wheels and it fell over trapping my ankle under it. I could have moved it but the neighbor guy had put about 200 lbs of waste in it. I couldn't get anybody to stop and help. Finally my neighbor and her mom got it off me. I had a bruised ankle for about a month but nothing broke. |
Readonly | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 09:02 am     The most bizarre way I injured myself was I fell under a milk truck on my 8th birthday. It's a long story, but needless to say I spent a great deal of time in the hospital. The truck ran over my pelvis and crushed more bones than I can list. The doctors weren't sure I'd made it through the first night, then they thought I'd never walk, then they thought I'd walk with a limp because one leg was shorter than the other. None of those things happened. The only reminders I have are a few scars on my leg where I was in traction. I think because I was only 8, I didn't have any preconceived ideas that I would never walk or always be in a wheelchair or on crutches, or whatever. So I pulled myself up and learned to walk again. My left shoe had a lift on it for a short time, but my leg straighted itself out and there was no need for a lift in my shoe any more. I was told that I might have arthritis problems later in life, but so far (and I'm 53), that's not an issue. The things we put our parents through!!! |
Squaredsc | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 09:09 am     yep war, very. |
Midlifer | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 10:00 am     OMIGOSH, I am SO laughing at these stories (sorry, people, I'm not enjoying your misery). I guess my dumbest story was when I was in my attic (after cautioning my children to never go up there), and my foot went through the ceiling of my bedroom, and the hole I created sucked in a stack of old dishes in my attic, and they fell into my bedroom and crashed. My leg was bruised, but not as much as my ego. |
Luvmyjrt | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 10:54 am     Readonly: does that make you spilt milk? Glad you recovered so well! |
Lostintheglades | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 11:09 am     I posted this somewhere the other day...when I was 6, I was on my way out of the house to go down to the lake where my mom was. It was really windy and we had the heavy doors with springs on them. I went running out of the house and the wind caught the door before I could get my hand out of the way and cut off an inch of my middle finger. I guess I was in shock because I really didn't notice it and my mom freaked when I got near her. While she was on the phone with the doctor, (this was a really small town and the nearest hospital was 75 miles away) I calmly went to the door and found the tip of my finger. The doctor sewed it back on but it didn't take and now I have this really short finger. It's funny, because the it was just above the nail bed so I actually have a nail on it. Readonly - I can so relate to your story, I broke both femurs when I was 9, (was thrown off a horse into an irrigation pipe) I spent 2 months in the hospital in traction. There was no such think as rehab back then so my dad put be back on the horse to strengthen my legs in order to walk again. I also have a lift as my left leg was a compound fracture. Wanna hear more???? hehe...1 arm, 1 shoulder, and a knee...all from horses, knocked my teeth out at 7 trying to do a flip on a trampoline. |
Tabbyking | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 11:12 am     when i was about 14, i decided to try skateboarding to show off to all the neighborhood boys. i mean, there were probably a dozen guys just on our cul-de-sac. i hit a rise in the sidewalk and the board stopped DEAD. i didn't. i flew about 15 feet and landed on my wrist. my dad took me home and gave me some whiskey or brandy or something. then i threw up on his couch right as he opened the door to the cutest teen boy on the block returning my brother's skateboard. injured pride? you betcha. |
Tabbyking | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 11:15 am     probably during the same year, i was drinking hot chocolate and painting my nails. i left to go get something and my step-brother, who was about 7, decided to pour some finger nail polish remover into my hot chocolate. i went to take a sip, and the fumes literally knocked me out of my chair and across the floor, where i hit my head on the bottom of the fridge. |
Readonly | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 11:36 am     Lost: Were you in the children's ward when you spent your two months in the hopsital? In 1958 there were no private rooms, and I loved being in the ward. At the beginning because I was in critical condition I was in Bed No. 1. My feelings got hurt when my position was moved from 1 to 2 to 3 and so on as I got better and children who were in more serious condition got the first position. My mom made a scrapbook of all the cards I received during those two months. I still pull it out and look at it occasionally. I don't remember any of the pain, but I will never forget the look on my mother's face. And the face of the guy who ran over me. He was just a kid himself, about 18, and to this day when he sees me his face turns white. I look back on that time as a happy memory because I made a lot of friends and my mom would bring me rootbeer or chocolate popcicles every day. One sees things through much different eyes as an 8-year-old. |
Neko | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 11:46 am     Let's see...the one's I can remember... -I kicked the bottom of a mirror in anger and ended up cutting open my toe. Still have a scar. -I made the mistake of using a hot glue gun in shorts. Now have a quarter sized scar where I hot glued myself. -I once cut off a large strip/chunk of skin shaving. I sort of went into shock over it and was laughing as my mom was holding a rapidly turning red facecloth to slow the bleeding. The sad thing is, I didn't even notice I had gotten the razor into my skin until the strip was gone. - I was biking outside one day, wasn't watching where I was going, and slammed into the curb, causing me to get flung into the handlebars (I think I crushed my bladder, ovaries and everything else in the process), then flipped over and somersaulted onto the ground. And lastly, this one wasn't really my fault, but counts I guess, I was walking in the middle of March through a parking lot with two other people. One of the people accidentally tripped me and I go face first into the pavement, cracking off the bottoms of my two front teeth and, later, a scar running down from my nose to my upper lip. Another time, I volunteered to write the date on the top of the blackboard at school. So I was standing on a chair to reach, and I fell off. This was after the teeth incident cause I remember turning my head sideways so I wouldn’t crack off my teeth again. I got up, as my classmates were laughing, and sat at my desk. Them immediately started to cry. I told the teacher that I wanted to go home cause I thought I hurt myself, but she wouldn't let me. It ended up I hairline fractured my elbow. My mom was PISSED that the school didn't call her. Recently, actually last week, I had fake nails on my nails, I ended up ripping one of the thumbs off with my pants pocket (Or something, I'm still not sure) Either way, I now have a purple half circle on my thumb where it was lifted off my nailbed. If I remember anymore, I'll be back... |
Midlifer | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 12:14 pm     OUCH, OUCH, OUCH, OUCH.... |
Lostintheglades | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 12:19 pm     LMAO...we were all just accidents waiting to happen weren't we.?? Readonly - when I broke my legs the hospital was brand new so I don't think they had a Children's ward. The things I remember was sporadic though. I was in the middle of the Orange grove and they had to come out in an old jeep to get me. I remember my sister trying to pull me out from under the tree and how my upper body moved by my lower body just lay there. I was the youngest of 8 and my brother in law had just returned from Korea, he was a medic there and I'll never forget him saying how when he left there he never wanted to have to make a splint again. And I remember asking my dad if I was going to die. After that I don't remember much of the next few weeks. I had a concussion from the fall too. I remember waking up and I was in a full body cast from the breast down and then the next time I woke up was when they were switching me over to the traction. My mom would bring my sisters and some friends on the weekends to play board games and cards with me though. And she always brought me something decent to eat. And I spent my 10th birthday there. One of the nurses or aids taught me how to crochet and I made my mom 1 slipper, the other never got finished but she kept that slipper until the day she died so I even though it was not a fun time at all, I do have some fond memories of it. Reader...what is really weird is the same week that happened to me, a kid in the neighboring small town was hit by a car while he was riding his go-cart and both his legs were broken as well but he was in casts. They would wheel him into my room and we would play checkers and stuff. He now owns the Ford Dealership in the county. It's still a small little place. |
Mags | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 12:35 pm     These stories are funny (and painful). They make me feel that I am not the only one to do stupid things and get hurt. I thought I would share a few stories: The first one was when I was attempting to open a glass soda bottle with screw-off top. It wouldn't open and I tried everything. So I did what people usually do when they can't get a jar lid off....I banged it against the counter. I now understand the concept of "contents are under pressure". When I banged the bottle against the counter, the bottle exploded and a shard of glass flew up and cut my eyebrow. (I was very lucky) The second one was when I was working at a hotel as a desk clerk. I was describing to a coworker how someone hurt their finger by sticking it in the electric credit card imprinter (it was shaped like a 'v' and you put the credit card on one side and the slip in the other and it automatically closes and runs over the card making an imprint on the slip). While describing the story, talking about how stupid this was to do...I proceeded to put my finger into the machine without realizing and it got squashed. |
Lostintheglades | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 12:51 pm     LOl Mags...ouch...The stupidest thing I ever did was take a match to a plastic straw when I was little...you guessed...hot plastic dripped on my wrist somehow... My sister's were really stupid though...they were playing National Velvet, one was the mean girl and they were racing around the house. As one sister went through the porch, she closed the sliding glass door behind her to slow my other sister down...yep...right through the door she went. |
Readonly | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 01:03 pm     Speaking of matches, my very first apartment had a tiny gas stove. I had to light the oven with a match. One time I turned the gas up just a little too high and kinda singed my eyebrows and my eyelashes. After that misadventure, I bought fireplace matches. |
Lucy | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 01:28 pm     ouch! ouch! I guess I've been pretty lucky, knock on wood... When I was in my teens I was responsible for making my Dad's lunch and coffee. We had a glass Chemex coffee maker, the kind that you put on the burner to keep the coffee warm. The routine was to boil the water, folder the round coffee filter into a cone shape, and put the coffee grounds into the filter. Then I would just poor the boiling water over the coffee grounds, let it steep until I had a full pot. Well, I got impatient one time and poured too much boiling water into the filter and then panicked. I rushed over to the sink with the coffee pot and yanked out the overflowing filter, only to have the filter unfold pouring boiling water and hot coffee grounds all over my wrist. I got a huge burn blister on my wrist, and for years I had a noticeable scar. For some reason the aging process has caused the scar to fade away! Yay for getting old! |
Djgirl | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 01:52 pm     Are you all ready for these?! I am known around these parts as the Queen of the Klutz's - and that title was hard to get!!! I'll organize these by stupidity and majority of injuries: 1) Broken Elbow & Broken Foot I was living in an apartment with a roommate. I had a gentleman friend over for the evening, but he had slept on the couch (I'm serious!). It was a really warm night so I was sleeping in my underwear and a t-shirt. Since we hadn't been intimate, when the phone rang in the morning, I was jumping into my pj pants to run out and answer the phone. Well, my foot got caught in the pants as I was airborne, and I came down on the side of it, breaking the side bone in my foot. As I came crashing to the ground, I fell backwards onto my opposite elbow, and managed to break it as well. When I got to the hospital, they called the police because they thought he had pushed me down the stairs - they didn't believe that anyone could actually do this to themselves! 2) Fractured hand/arm I had only been downhill skiing once prior to this trip. I went on a school trip for band, and we ended up skiing for the last day of the trip. I spent 5 hours skiing, and didn't fall once! As I was walking back to the chalet with my skiis in my hand, I tripped and fell over on the hand that was carrying the skiis. I managed to fracture four bones in my hand, and one in my wrist. When my mom got the call, she said to the teacher - she didn't do it skiing did she?! 3) Torn ACL - 8 months on crutches My mom rented a house for the three of us following her divorce from my dad. The previous owners had decided to coat the garage floor with oil to keep the dust down - I have no idea why, it was just a greasy mess! My mom put split cardboard boxes on the floor to walk across so that we wouldn't track oil into the house. One day I was taking the trash out and had to get something from the garage. As I was walking across the garage, I stepped on two of the pieces of cardboard that were overlapping, and the one I stepped on went one way with my foot following, but my body went the other way and I managed to tear my Anterior Cruciate Ligament (SP?) in that knee and was on crutches for 8 months. 4) Major Concussion I went away to Girl Guide camp when I was 11 for two weeks. This was their Sail & Swim course, and I got to learn how to sail. It was my first time skipping, and I got to the stern and took my seat. Things were going along great until I came about, didn't do it properly, ended up bringing the boat entirely out of the water, nearly capsized us, and the boom met the back of my head square in the middle knocking me out of the boat. 5) 5 Stitches I was spending the night at a friends house when I was approximately 11. I had spent the night here before without trouble. In the middle of the night, I ended up sleepwalking (first & only time ever!) and tripped over a set of barbells and narrowly missed removing my eye on the corner of a dresser that I fell onto. I ended up with 5 stitches just above the inside corner of my eye - I still have the scar. My mom learned to stay home for the phone call if I wasn't sleeping at home. Can I just say that when I did the elbow/foot thing, my mom lived an hour away, and drove up to visit. When she reached the top of the stairs she pointed and laughed... real amusing! Neko - I've done the shaving thing and have the scar all the way up my shin - and it's true, I didn't know I'd done it until I removed the razor! Just the other night, I was taking a bagel out of the oven and managed to grab the rack instead of the bagel and burnt my hand! There are many, many other stories that I could tell, these are just the top 5. Okay - since this is fairly anonymous, and my bf NEVER comes on here, I'll share one more with you. I am laughing of mortification just thinking about it!!! This wasn't long after my bf and I had gotten together so we were still extremely passionate about each other and couldn't keep our hands off - even during that one week of the month. Well, one night, we both forgot it was that time - until I woke up in the morning and couldn't remove something! I ended up going to the hospital and being examined. The doctor went out into the hall and asked: "Could someone get me a flashlight please?!" I nearly DIED!!! She retrieved it and it's never happened again! Okay - that's it for now... Hope you are all laughing now! |
Hippyt | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 02:08 pm     OMG!!!!!!!!!!! |
Lostintheglades | Wednesday, October 08, 2003 - 02:28 pm     LOL....that is just tooo funny Dj... |
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