What's the wierdest injury you've had?
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When i was a wee little lad we had a great idea of setting an interior door on 3 or 4 tires stacked on top of each other to make a cool bike ramp. I was the first to give it a try. Needless to say the angle was too steep, the bike was going to fast, and the door was not strong enough. My front tire went right through the door and i proceeded through the bars and directly onto my face in the middle of the street, still have a few scars on my face. The worse part is i was knocked out so all my buddys freaked out and ran home thinking they would get in trouble....so my unconscious body laid in the street for awhile. I also dislocated my bad shoulder playing pool once.
A couple years ago I was pounding out, thinning some nickel, to make ice fishing hooks. Needless to say the heavy hammer missed the nickel and hit my index finger. Smashed it so hard that I had meat sticking out of the tip of the finger. I originally thought it was just skin and bandaged it up quickly and didn't look at it until the next day to realize I'd better get the doc to check it out. After going in for a little care, the meat was trimmed off the finger and they put eight stitches at the tip. Yes, the fingernail was lost too!
not a real injury but i pulled my groin sleeping.
OK everyone step aside and let the master speak- hahaha (Yes I have mastered the art of dip-****tery)
13- jumped off the high dive attemped to do a tripple back flip and almost nailed it. Hit the water and realized I couldn't straighten my body out, apparently I twisted in such a way that I had somehow manages to get both testies twisted and both in one side. UH-ha ya, it hurt so bad I couldnt' get out of the pool, then I couldn't flatten out so I layed on my side in the fetal position all the way to the hospital and then after a four hour surgery they had me untangled and stitched back together. I couldn't walk for a week and the swelling was scary.
14- standing next to a truck that I had just helped my dad load a cord of wood into and now it was stuck in the soft ground. He was using a handyman jack to lift the one rear tire so we could put wood under it and get the truck out to the road. he was grabbing a piece of wood and the jack slipped, the handle caught me in the left collar bone and knocked me on my a ss. Then proceeded to cut my stomach from left to right. We got the truck unstuck and I had a cracked collar bone and 12 stitches.
15- Gas powered RC plane- full throttle- I reached over to kill the motor and put my hand right through the 12" wooden prop. 25 or so stitches.
16- sitting in the back of my uncles truck with my cousin going into town and all of the sidden he and I were pelted with exploding shotgun shells that were in a box. I still have the scars on my legs and chest from the shot.
fast forward to 33- riding lawn mower making a weird noise. I pulled it up onto the driveway and shut it off. Got off and grabbed a hold of the deck to tip it up on it's side- WHAM!!- middle finger and pinky finger cut 3/4 off ring finger only staying on by the 1/8" piece of skin at my second knuckle.
I still have all ten finger but lets just say I won't be playing the guitar too soon.
Every year I do something.
13- jumped off the high dive attemped to do a tripple back flip and almost nailed it. Hit the water and realized I couldn't straighten my body out, apparently I twisted in such a way that I had somehow manages to get both testies twisted and both in one side. UH-ha ya, it hurt so bad I couldnt' get out of the pool, then I couldn't flatten out so I layed on my side in the fetal position all the way to the hospital and then after a four hour surgery they had me untangled and stitched back together. I couldn't walk for a week and the swelling was scary.
14- standing next to a truck that I had just helped my dad load a cord of wood into and now it was stuck in the soft ground. He was using a handyman jack to lift the one rear tire so we could put wood under it and get the truck out to the road. he was grabbing a piece of wood and the jack slipped, the handle caught me in the left collar bone and knocked me on my a ss. Then proceeded to cut my stomach from left to right. We got the truck unstuck and I had a cracked collar bone and 12 stitches.
15- Gas powered RC plane- full throttle- I reached over to kill the motor and put my hand right through the 12" wooden prop. 25 or so stitches.
16- sitting in the back of my uncles truck with my cousin going into town and all of the sidden he and I were pelted with exploding shotgun shells that were in a box. I still have the scars on my legs and chest from the shot.
fast forward to 33- riding lawn mower making a weird noise. I pulled it up onto the driveway and shut it off. Got off and grabbed a hold of the deck to tip it up on it's side- WHAM!!- middle finger and pinky finger cut 3/4 off ring finger only staying on by the 1/8" piece of skin at my second knuckle.
I still have all ten finger but lets just say I won't be playing the guitar too soon.
Every year I do something.
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Used to frame a few years back and the contractor I worked for had these old worn guns that double shot pretty easy. Well I was putting a garage wall together ( top was propped up 2 ft off the cement) and while nailing the 2nd top plate on , had a knee on the stud pushing down and my hand pulling the 2nd plate flush. When I nailed it I guess the first nail dead centered the nail that was in the top plate to stud, well this caused a quick bounce and it double shot on the inside of my thumb at the knuckle down at the base. Put the nail head tight against my skin and attached it firmly to the top plate. Ended up cutting the top plate off with a sawsall (sp?) the vibration hurt like hell. Then the docs couldn't figure out what to do so my foreman who drove me to the hospital tells them to pop the head of the nail of with some side cuts and just pull it through. Worked now I got some sweet x-rays and a little piece of memorabilia.
When I was 12 I was thrown from a horse and my hand landed on a piece of glass that cut the tendons out of the underside of my right pinky finger. It healed straight so that I could not bend it so I had surgery to repair it. worked fine until I was 35 at which time I was chipping out an old tile floor when my tool slipped and I severed the tendons out of the top of that same finger. Another operation and it works just dandy.
I was adjusting my nail gin one time (while being distracted by a nosy neighbor) and I forgot to disconnect the air line, as was my ususal custom, when the gun discharged and i jumped just a bit and looked to see where the nail landed. While I was looking I noticed that my hand felt a wee bit tight and when I looked there was the nail. Imbedded completely in my right hand. The head of the nail was barely showing between the index finger and the thumb and the point of the nail had about 1/4 inch showing through the back of my hand about an inch above my pinky finger.
To tell the truth, it barely hurt and i was lucky that it missed every bone in my hand( how I don't know, just lucky I guess). It was a busy day at the emergengy room so five hours later the surgeon pulled it out with a pliars and that wasn't so bad but then they gave me an injection in the wound path to irrigate the wound with some kind of anti bacterial fluid and that hurt like hell.
I was adjusting my nail gin one time (while being distracted by a nosy neighbor) and I forgot to disconnect the air line, as was my ususal custom, when the gun discharged and i jumped just a bit and looked to see where the nail landed. While I was looking I noticed that my hand felt a wee bit tight and when I looked there was the nail. Imbedded completely in my right hand. The head of the nail was barely showing between the index finger and the thumb and the point of the nail had about 1/4 inch showing through the back of my hand about an inch above my pinky finger.
To tell the truth, it barely hurt and i was lucky that it missed every bone in my hand( how I don't know, just lucky I guess). It was a busy day at the emergengy room so five hours later the surgeon pulled it out with a pliars and that wasn't so bad but then they gave me an injection in the wound path to irrigate the wound with some kind of anti bacterial fluid and that hurt like hell.
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knee deep in it
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this summer, I was working on the roof of our cabin. I was holding a nail with my left hand and pounding with the right. I nailed my left index fingernail square on with a mighty blow. It hurt so bad, I had tears in my eyes.
I caught my breath and then proceeded to finish up with that nail. First swing, I nailed the same finger nail in the exact same spot.
I start cursing like a sailer. I look up and there is my neighbor, his wife, and their 3 young children, sitting on their front step. Watching and listening to me.
I caught my breath and then proceeded to finish up with that nail. First swing, I nailed the same finger nail in the exact same spot.
I start cursing like a sailer. I look up and there is my neighbor, his wife, and their 3 young children, sitting on their front step. Watching and listening to me.
I was 6 or 7 and playing in the catails in a dried up slough. I tripped over what I thought was a rock. Turned out to be a porcupine. Ran back home and Mom and Dad filled a gallon pail with the quills they pulled out of my leg.
About the same age, I was riding on the deck of our riding lawnmover and Dad was driving. He hit a bump that pitched me off and somehow my foot went under the deck and got whacked. To this day I have no idea how it didn't slice my foot (or at least a few toes) right off. I ended up with a gash up the side of my foot that needed 30 or so stiches.
There's others but those are the stangest.
About the same age, I was riding on the deck of our riding lawnmover and Dad was driving. He hit a bump that pitched me off and somehow my foot went under the deck and got whacked. To this day I have no idea how it didn't slice my foot (or at least a few toes) right off. I ended up with a gash up the side of my foot that needed 30 or so stiches.
There's others but those are the stangest.
I pulled my a$$ bowling.... Don't laugh, I couldn't walk for a week.
I dropped a curling rock on my left middle finger, breaking it and leaving blood all over the ice.
I dropped a curling rock on my left middle finger, breaking it and leaving blood all over the ice.
A few years ago one of my younger brothers was killed. It was really tough on me and my family and we were having a tough time dealing with it. On the day of the funeral we had a big lunch afterward and my youngest brother and I started wrestling. We just started easy, but soon we were really tearing into each other. We were just burning off the stress we were both feeling and when it was all said and done, we had broken each others ribs - BOTH OF US!!!
It hurt like crazy, but then again, it was great to have an outlet.
It hurt like crazy, but then again, it was great to have an outlet.
I played football in 6-8th grade, always had ankle problems, both of them always killing me. Couple of doctors and 4 years of physical therapy later I finally make someone give me a CT scam, find that the main joint in your ankle that allows it to roll side to side, has grown together in my left ankle. Following month I have surgery to split it, so I come back as a Jr in HS to play football, first week they are both killing me, go back into the doctor, an MRI later they find the same fusion in my right ankle (who doesn't check both?) and they f'd up on my other surgery. All boils down to no senior football for me next year, bummer!
Wow, anchorman. Sorry to hear about that...
Thanks, but I didn't mean to be a downer..
Let's see, I also had a bad experience this summer as we were boating into Lake Powell. We camped about 50 miles in and as we were bouncing along, lets just say "something" happened in my abdomen and by the middle of the night I was wondering just exactly where lifeflight was going to be able to land on our beach. It hurt so bad I was dry heaving. I couldn't get relief laying down or standing up. I finally got settled down a bit and got an hour or so of sleep before the sun came up. It must have worked itself out, because the rest of the week was fantastic! I think it may have been a stone.
When I was 15 I had the biggest sled of my friends. We had just broken out of the tree-line and were on my buddy's dry farm property and we decided to open them up. I asked if there were any more dikes (not "that") and he said no, but then again he didn't think I was going to blow him away either. We shot off toward the end of the field and I left them behind me. By the time they realized that in the white-out we were racing through, I'd never be able to see the 3' tall dirt mound I was going to hit, they couldn't catch me. I smacked it at about 60 and just happened to be licking my lips or something at the time. My new SRV hit the mound, full face helmet hit the sled, the handlebars hit me in the chin, I bit through all but a little bit of each side of my tongue and both cheeks and both the sled and I went flying into the air. When I landed, yanked my helmet off and started spitting blood all over the place. My buddies were laughing it up pretty good until I turned around and was covered in blood. It looked alot worse than it really was, but the snow around that looked like something had been ripped apart by wolves. So, nice guys as they are, they took me home, rang the door bell and said, "Mrs. ****, Ryan probably needs to go to the hospital", and left. I had my mouth packed full of gauze and had to write it all down for her to explain. I still have a scar on my tongue.
Ah yes, good times!
Let's see, I also had a bad experience this summer as we were boating into Lake Powell. We camped about 50 miles in and as we were bouncing along, lets just say "something" happened in my abdomen and by the middle of the night I was wondering just exactly where lifeflight was going to be able to land on our beach. It hurt so bad I was dry heaving. I couldn't get relief laying down or standing up. I finally got settled down a bit and got an hour or so of sleep before the sun came up. It must have worked itself out, because the rest of the week was fantastic! I think it may have been a stone.
When I was 15 I had the biggest sled of my friends. We had just broken out of the tree-line and were on my buddy's dry farm property and we decided to open them up. I asked if there were any more dikes (not "that") and he said no, but then again he didn't think I was going to blow him away either. We shot off toward the end of the field and I left them behind me. By the time they realized that in the white-out we were racing through, I'd never be able to see the 3' tall dirt mound I was going to hit, they couldn't catch me. I smacked it at about 60 and just happened to be licking my lips or something at the time. My new SRV hit the mound, full face helmet hit the sled, the handlebars hit me in the chin, I bit through all but a little bit of each side of my tongue and both cheeks and both the sled and I went flying into the air. When I landed, yanked my helmet off and started spitting blood all over the place. My buddies were laughing it up pretty good until I turned around and was covered in blood. It looked alot worse than it really was, but the snow around that looked like something had been ripped apart by wolves. So, nice guys as they are, they took me home, rang the door bell and said, "Mrs. ****, Ryan probably needs to go to the hospital", and left. I had my mouth packed full of gauze and had to write it all down for her to explain. I still have a scar on my tongue.
Ah yes, good times!
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I had a twisted NUT! It happened in the middle of the night. I had to wake up my parents and tell them my nuts hurt. My mom called one of the doctor hot lines explaining to the nurse her sons nuts hurt. the nurse said we better go get it checked out. We got to the emergency room by 2 in the morning or so they made me lay on a table with a dumb cloth thing on while all of the nurses came in and looked at my nutz.. at the time it was the worst thing.. I was only 17. they finally operated by 3:30 in the morning saving the twisted nut. I woke up the next morning and could barely walk.. They out me in a pedictrician ward or something.. After it was all said and done I was more than happy to tell my nut story.. or for those that want to compare scar's.. LOL
I have plenty of scars none of which are particularly funny but one time i had just PDI'd some forgettable suzuki cruiser and leaned down to adjust the idle and burned my forehead on the exhaust pipe
Try explaining a hundred times how you burn yer forhead
Try explaining a hundred times how you burn yer forhead
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Superjag
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Does it have to be MY injury?, because I love telling this story. My college room mate and I were at a kegger our freshman year when the cops showed up. Being underage and having an aversion to community service, we (along with 50% of the rest of the party) bolted out the back door and started running for the hills. It was dark as all get out, and we were blindly flying through one back yard after another. Suddenly I hear what sounds like somebody falling down hard, and then what sounds like a 6 year old girl screaming. And screaming. And screaming. Suddenly a porch light comes on, and I see my buddy lying face down on the ground in what appears to be somebody's outdoor cactus garden. (Who the f*ck grows a catus garden in Duluth anyway?!) The homeowner is now standing there yelling at us to get out of his cactus garden, but there is no way that's about to happen. My buddy has got an absolute sh*tload of cactus thorns in his face, chest, arms, legs, and back (apparently he rolled pretty good once he hit the ground), and he's not getting up anytime soon, as he can't even open his eyes. Long story short, the homeowner eventually lets us use his phone to call a friend, who comes and takes my buddy to the ER, where they spend the next 6 hours extracting cactus thorns from his body. They only got about 80% of them though, and for the next 3 months or so, he would be sitting there watching tv, scratching his head, and a thorn would pop out and land on the coffee table.
To this day I laugh whenever I think about it. A freaking cactus garden.
To this day I laugh whenever I think about it. A freaking cactus garden.
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We had an in-ground pool growing up that had a metal pump house. There was maybe 6' of concrete between the pump house and the deep end. The diving board got boring after a couple of years so we would jump off of (when mom wasn't home) the pump house. One day I was wet and went to jump and caved in the roof. Broke my ankle and tore my leg open pretty good. Told mom I was cleaning the roof...
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