Fun Personal Injury stories

The_Darkness

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Okay, we've all done it....fucked ourselves up real bad doing something we knew better than to do. My last job I was set on fire fairly regularly, burned by hot metal, and had my hands and fingers smashed more than once.

This job I ended up tearing the tip of my thumb off yesterday, removing 1/2 of my thumbnail at the same time. I was trying to get a piece of metal into a sign and it gave way all at once, my reflexes couldn't compensate for the speed it moved at and Wham-O. At first I just thought I stubbed it....but after I got that first look at it, that was not the case.

Who else has done something stupid in the name of duty and or pleasure and now has the battle scars to prove it?
 
This was a long time ago, but I have never forgotten about it.

I was riding my bike down the street, turned my head to look behind me to see if a friend was there. He was, I yelled back at him to hurry up.

That was right before I ran into a parked car, went shooting forward, first slicing my nose and upper lip on the old car license plate I had mounted on the front of my bike and then landing on the hood of the trunk.

My nose is still crooked and still has a small scar.

Okay, y'all can laugh now :D
 
I went over the handlebars of my bike when I was talking to Mat on the phone once. I forgot that if I pressed the ride brake, the front wheel just locked... and that's pretty much what happened. The bike stopped, but my body just kept sailing through the air until I landed in a gorse bush.

I didn't drop my phone, though, and I managed to finish my sentence - now that's determination for you ;)
 
Fell down three steps in my ex boyfriend's house. No, I wasn't drunk, I just slipped because I'm a klutz. Not that funny of a story, but it resulted in my left leg being casted for about a month. I chipped a few bones, which never heals...wish I had broken it so I don't still have to feel it so much. :rolleyes:
 
arienette said:
Fell down three steps in my ex boyfriend's house. No, I wasn't drunk, I just slipped because I'm a klutz. Not that funny of a story, but it resulted in my left leg being casted for about a month. I chipped a few bones, which never heals...wish I had broken it so I don't still have to feel it so much. :rolleyes:

Ow. I can name lots of painful things that've been done to me that I'd rather have done again than that.
 
Gah- I work with horses... I get hurt all the damn time.

Most of my serious injuries were as a younger person. When I was 15 I lost my seat when my mare spooked while riding through some swampy ground. I landed on my feet, reins still in hand, and dumbass me didn't let go. This resulted in waterskiing beside a bolting horse at about 20mph through slick black mud- until I hit a partially submerged log with both feet. I have no idea if it happened when I hit the ground first or hit the log, but I managed to fracture both ankles right up the front edge of the shin bones. I thought I had severely sprained them, so I hobbled the 1/4 mile back to the barn, caught my horse, wrapped my ankles with Vetwrap, took four aspirin, and went back out on the horse to make her go through that patch again, and again, until she had the idea that that spook and bolt routine wasn't allowed.

I didn't know I had fractured the damn things, so I never had them treated. (I tend to do my own doctoring, thanks to being terrified of most medical professionals.) When I went out for track the next year, I had a physical, and the doctor felt something strange on my ankles so went ahead and X-rayed them- I have two perfectly mended (Although with slightly more of a bone callous thingy than they would like) ankles. I went- "OH! That was why they took so long to heal!" and shrugged it off. I ran track anyway.

The next year, I got through through a wall of 2x6's by a Friesian. Between the two, I got kicked, bit, thrown, trampled once (small horse, just bruises) cracked three ribs, broke a finger or two.

I still get hurt pretty good about once a year- take aspirin, take an Epsom salts bath, go on. Doesn't do much good to bitch- I can either take the pain, or give up what I love and live to do. Guess which one I'm choosing?
 
The_Darkness said:
Okay, we've all done it....fucked ourselves up real bad doing something we knew better than to do. My last job I was set on fire fairly regularly, burned by hot metal, and had my hands and fingers smashed more than once.

This job I ended up tearing the tip of my thumb off yesterday, removing 1/2 of my thumbnail at the same time. I was trying to get a piece of metal into a sign and it gave way all at once, my reflexes couldn't compensate for the speed it moved at and Wham-O. At first I just thought I stubbed it....but after I got that first look at it, that was not the case.

Who else has done something stupid in the name of duty and or pleasure and now has the battle scars to prove it?
That sounds like my kind of job! I am missing the very tip of my right index finger, and the nail is wonkey- I got it stuck in a belt sander *shudder* That was seven or eight years ago, and I still get queasy thinking about it.

About two months ago, I was cutting stock for my lathe, at my folk's house (my dad has a bigger table saw than i do.)
Itrimmed off the edge of a board, but forgot to take it off the table... cut my lengths... ripped most of the stock... and went upstairs for something or another, and left my safety goggles up there.
When I came back downstairs, I thought- "oh, it's only a couple more cuts" :rolleyes:
needless to say, that end cut was still rattling around on the table, and the blade caught it and sent it at my head.

I ducked something I did not even see- and it blasted me in the cheekbone, so hard it didn't even hurt. I though "That wasn't so bad" and put my hand to my face- and watched blood running down my arm... So I ran upstyairs and horrified my poor old mom and dad. Luckily, it all healed up nice and quick, and by the way, Preperation "H" reduces swelling and bruising!
 
Stella_Omega said:
That sounds like my kind of job! I am missing the very tip of my right index finger, and the nail is wonkey- I got it stuck in a belt sander *shudder* That was seven or eight years ago, and I still get queasy thinking about it.

About two months ago, I was cutting stock for my lathe, at my folk's house (my dad has a bigger table saw than i do.)
Itrimmed off the edge of a board, but forgot to take it off the table... cut my lengths... ripped most of the stock... and went upstairs for something or another, and left my safety goggles up there.
When I came back downstairs, I thought- "oh, it's only a couple more cuts" :rolleyes:
needless to say, that end cut was still rattling around on the table, and the blade caught it and sent it at my head.

I ducked something I did not even see- and it blasted me in the cheekbone, so hard it didn't even hurt. I though "That wasn't so bad" and put my hand to my face- and watched blood running down my arm... So I ran upstyairs and horrified my poor old mom and dad. Luckily, it all healed up nice and quick, and by the way, Preperation "H" reduces swelling and bruising!

Yeah, that sound like fun. Or nothing resembling it.
 
Stella_Omega said:
By the way, Preperation "H" reduces swelling and bruising!

I knew this would be a good thread, you get health tips as well and a laugh :D
 
jushorny said:
I knew this would be a good thread, you get health tips as well and a laugh :D
I learned this from some fashionistas- it's the gel type, specifically.
It reduces the bags under your eyes, and lightens them a little too. It seemed like a good idea to try it on my "mouse" and it was gone in four days.
Plus pressing it out with an ice cube, a la boxer's seconds. I see them do that on television all the time ;)
I never went in for stiches.
 
Stella_Omega said:
I learned this from some fashionistas- it's the gel type, specifically.
It reduces the bags under your eyes, and lightens them a little too. It seemed like a good idea to try it on my "mouse" and it was gone in four days.
Plus pressing it out with an ice cube, a la boxer's seconds. I see them do that on television all the time ;)
I never went in for stiches.

Hmm....maybe I can finally get rid of the bags under my eyes now! Course if I stopped drinking and got a decent amount of sleep maybe I wouldn't need the Prep H :rolleyes:
 
jushorny said:
Owwww....that is too serious to laugh about

Other than that, I don't have much to add. That was THE major fuck-up injury of my life.

I accidentally closed a car door on my thumb when I was 7.

I once punched my fist through a plate-glass window when I was an enraged teen.

One time while I was cooking, I was holding a carrot in my hand and slicing it towards me instead of away, and the large knife I was using cut through the fleshy part of my thumb and the cut gaped wide open. It took something like a month to heal, and it still has a scar.
 
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Wifey wanted an electrical outlet by the kitchen sink, we had just had the first floor of our house rewired and after some measurements I decided I could move one of the new outlets to where she wanted it by the sink. Soooooo...
rather than shut the electric off ( which would've made my vcr blink 12:00 for a year) I left it on and taped up the ends of the wires real good. I cut a hole in the wall for the outlet box and went to the basement to shove the wire
(that was taped real good through the hole I'd drilled. Well the wire would hang up just a foot or so short of the hole I'd cut, so I told Wifey to go to the basement and when I told her to, shove up on the wire. So I get up onto the stainless steel sink ( barefoot BTW) and I had to squeeze one hand with the other to get it to fit through the hole Id cut for the outlet box. So I yell down to Wifey to shove and after a couple attempts she finally got the wire to poke up as far as my hand. But appearently, the tape wasn't on as real good as I had thought because she rammed two bare wire into my palm and the hole was so small I couldn't get my hand pulled back out. I'm screaming to "pull the GD thing back down!" and all I remember hearing from the basement was "What?". Finally through the expletives she recieved my message loud and clear and pulled the wire back down. 220 is such a rush LOL
 
Antfarmer77 said:
Wifey wanted an electrical outlet by the kitchen sink, we had just had the first floor of our house rewired and after some measurements I decided I could move one of the new outlets to where she wanted it by the sink. Soooooo...
rather than shut the electric off ( which would've made my vcr blink 12:00 for a year) I left it on and taped up the ends of the wires real good. I cut a hole in the wall for the outlet box and went to the basement to shove the wire
(that was taped real good through the hole I'd drilled. Well the wire would hang up just a foot or so short of the hole I'd cut, so I told Wifey to go to the basement and when I told her to, shove up on the wire. So I get up onto the stainless steel sink ( barefoot BTW) and I had to squeeze one hand with the other to get it to fit through the hole Id cut for the outlet box. So I yell down to Wifey to shove and after a couple attempts she finally got the wire to poke up as far as my hand. But appearently, the tape wasn't on as real good as I had thought because she rammed two bare wire into my palm and the hole was so small I couldn't get my hand pulled back out. I'm screaming to "pull the GD thing back down!" and all I remember hearing from the basement was "What?". Finally through the expletives she recieved my message loud and clear and pulled the wire back down. 220 is such a rush LOL

Ouch. I've had run-ins with 480 before, and I'd like to not hit live electricity ever again.
 
I don't generally damage myself, lol. :)

One time I was riding bikes with my cousin.. we're having a dandy old time, and I had a new bike. Rock on! I was like 16 at the time.
Well, I was dickin' with the gears on the bike, since there were two different shifter things, lol. Bad choice.
We come to the top of a hill, and start to go down. (We're on the road, btw.)
So I flip the gear thingy again, and it went too far, and went down into 1st.
The pedal flew out from under my foot, and directly back around into the back of my ankle.
(I already have an ankle phobia because of the damn kid on 'Pet Cemetery', lol.)
The pain was horrific, and I almost went off the road over it, lol.
So we get to the bottom of the hill, and stop on the bridge. Meanwhile, there's literally a trail of dripped blood down the road.
It finally quits bleeding, and we go to head back for the house.. and we've got at least a 2.5 mile ride back. :rolleyes:
Just thinking about it, which still hurt like a bitch, lol, made me feel a little weak.. So we get back and my grandma is freaking out, wanting to take me to the ER for stiches. Nah, that's all right, I'm good. :p
It very well could have used some stiches. And its the worst 'little' scar I have, lol.
 
Motorcycle accident...cutoff by a driver, swerved to avoid being hit and side swiped a parked car. Bike went off to the left, I went straight into the back of the next parked car. Lucky for me I was wearing a helmet. Three broken ribs, a punctured lung and two weeks in the hospital. Fun times.

I'm still looking for the nurse with the beautiful blue eyes who was holding my head in the operating room. Yes I was awake during the surgery.

Like I said fun times.
 
When I was 6 or 7, I was at a slumber party. I got on one of their bikes and rode out into the road (which I wouldn't have been allowed to do at home). A neighbor's bull had gotten loose, and when I saw it, I panicked. I went ass over tea kettle and landed face and elbow first on the road (which was gravel.) I had a huge patch of road rash on my forehead and elbow. The scars from it have faded away to nothing now though they hung around for several years.
 
LOLOLOL

Stupid things I have done resulting in injury? You want a book?

One of my all time classics was right after I came back from Europe. I was riding my brothers dirt bike and had hopped it up onto a new road being put in and wound it out. As I was going into a turn something, most likely a rock kicked up and hit the brake bar for the back brake bending it and locking the brake. Oops.

Because I was already in the turn the back tire started going out so I lowsided and let the bike slide out from under me. I hit, bounced my coconut off the tar a time or three but stayed on my back and slid it out. There was a slight problem with this though. I wasn't wearing either my leathers or my Armadillo, I was wearing a Denim Jacket and a flannel shirt. (Thankfully I was wearing a helmet.)

When I stood up I literaly grabbed the sleeves of the jacket and shirt and pulled them off me, without unbuttoning either garment. Can you say Road Rash?

I walked slowly over to the bike, stood it up and removed the offending brake bar. Putting this in my back pocket I tied the Brake Pedal up with the remnants of a sleeve, climbed aboard and started the bike up again. Needless to say the ride home was much more sedate.

Do you really want to know how my father decided to clean out the road rash? I didn't think so.

Cat
 
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