Most unnecessary injury you've gotten?
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Once I lost my grip on a box-cutter while trying to retract the blade. I stepped back as it flew up in the air then as it fell, to my dismay, I saw my hand reach out and grab it - blade still extended. It cut about 1/3 of the way through my index finger.
Not the worst I've done to myself but it's the only time I can remember seeing the potential for injury, avoiding it, then promptly getting injured in precisely the way I had just foreseen and avoided.
Not the worst I've done to myself but it's the only time I can remember seeing the potential for injury, avoiding it, then promptly getting injured in precisely the way I had just foreseen and avoided.
Lesse... I ran head first into a brick wall, bounced back and landed on my ass. I was 8 or 9 chasing after a ball, only bled for about half an hour.
Ran head first in a steel post (yeah, there's a pattern here), bled for about 2 hours
Was jumping up and down on a bent piece of steel rebar sticking out of the ground (thing was bouncy), slipped off on the bounce down, thing came at me and sliced the side of my head open. Couldn't see for like 2 weeks for the swollen face.
Sliced half my finger off on a heavy steel door (I have no idea how that happened, one moment I was closing the door, next moment I was picking up finger from the floor)
Ran chest first in an open steel-frame window that then proceeded to crash on my head
Dropped a piece of 10kg steel straight on my head at the pool. Part of (now that I think about it stupid) exercise where you had to keep the steel weight above your head while pushing yourself out of the water as high as you could. Turns out a slippery 10kg slab of metal was too much for me. Funny enough no bleeding after that one. Must of hit an old hardened patch of skull or something.
Yeah. I was really accident prone as a kid.
Ran head first in a steel post (yeah, there's a pattern here), bled for about 2 hours
Was jumping up and down on a bent piece of steel rebar sticking out of the ground (thing was bouncy), slipped off on the bounce down, thing came at me and sliced the side of my head open. Couldn't see for like 2 weeks for the swollen face.
Sliced half my finger off on a heavy steel door (I have no idea how that happened, one moment I was closing the door, next moment I was picking up finger from the floor)
Ran chest first in an open steel-frame window that then proceeded to crash on my head
Dropped a piece of 10kg steel straight on my head at the pool. Part of (now that I think about it stupid) exercise where you had to keep the steel weight above your head while pushing yourself out of the water as high as you could. Turns out a slippery 10kg slab of metal was too much for me. Funny enough no bleeding after that one. Must of hit an old hardened patch of skull or something.
Yeah. I was really accident prone as a kid.
There was this time where I was at a bday party and i needed cellphone to make a call,a friend of mine threw his cellphone at me while i had my back turned, I looked back and didnt react in time and it hit me above the eyebrow it surprisingly bled alot for such a small wound
1. Running around the house at 3 years old= Running into a corner and splitting my head open.
2. Fighting with sticks while 10 years old= Getting hit in the face putting several puncture wounds between my eye and nose.
3. Playing a glorified game of tag while 20 years old= Falling through a bush and over a concrete bench putting a puncture hole in my shin and landing on my ribs giving me Costochondritis.
4. Playing a glorified game of tag while 21 years old= Jumping off a curb and snapping my femur in half.
Take your pick...
2. Fighting with sticks while 10 years old= Getting hit in the face putting several puncture wounds between my eye and nose.
3. Playing a glorified game of tag while 20 years old= Falling through a bush and over a concrete bench putting a puncture hole in my shin and landing on my ribs giving me Costochondritis.
4. Playing a glorified game of tag while 21 years old= Jumping off a curb and snapping my femur in half.
Take your pick...
*Sigh*...welll..this is embarasing...but i was playing this digimon fighting game for my ps1 about 4 years ago (im 17 now) and...welll if anyone knows the game im talking about you know there aint no saves....and i spent a good few hours of that day fighint through the ranks...narrowly escaping death....got to the last boss..my friend cheering me on...the f@&£er killed me in one hit!...both times! i didnt even get a chance to move! and well...i punched the couch i was sitting on....but i was ACTUALLY sitting on a metal fouton (sorry i know im misspelling but i have a problem with spelling) and broke my hand....then a month after getting the cast off i fell UP the stairs and spraint it.....*sigh*
Um, I stepped on a screw in a boat once and cut open the bottom of my foot. Hurt like hell and I couldn't walk properly for a few days. And at the same place, I managed to slice open my leg on the dock somehow just from sitting on it. I totally didn't notice until someone else spotted the blood.
When I was little, I used a toy dump truck as a skateboard and it dumped me out and I landed wonky and messed up my ankle. I couldn't walk for several weeks.
I've got a scar on my left ring finger from carving linoleum tile and another on the side of my right hand from banging wine glasses together as a child.
I also cracked the back of my skull open on the back of a stair when I fell once as a child and I almost needed stitches for that one.
When I was little, I used a toy dump truck as a skateboard and it dumped me out and I landed wonky and messed up my ankle. I couldn't walk for several weeks.
I've got a scar on my left ring finger from carving linoleum tile and another on the side of my right hand from banging wine glasses together as a child.
I also cracked the back of my skull open on the back of a stair when I fell once as a child and I almost needed stitches for that one.
I twisted my ankle once when I was playing basketball. I jumped higher than the other guy (who was taller than me), and I did not land correctly, causing me twist my ankle upon landing.
Worst week of my life.
Worst week of my life.
Never been injured but i cut myself on an exposed bit of metal and scarred my arm. Small scar but still.
Stepped on a nail when I was a kid, Got a big long cut that left a scar from a drunk chick in a mosh pit.
Didn't happen to me, but when I turned 25 we went out to celebrate for my birthday. A couple friends though stealing glasses from the bar was a great gift and we were all drunk so what the fuck, why not? A little later one of my friends jumped from the sidewalk to a 3 foot divider wall and walked on it, balance beam style. Another one tried to and fell onto the glass he had in his pocket. Needed stitches and ER care.
Didn't happen to me, but when I turned 25 we went out to celebrate for my birthday. A couple friends though stealing glasses from the bar was a great gift and we were all drunk so what the fuck, why not? A little later one of my friends jumped from the sidewalk to a 3 foot divider wall and walked on it, balance beam style. Another one tried to and fell onto the glass he had in his pocket. Needed stitches and ER care.
I do a couple of extreme sports. But worst injury untill now? While moving the computer, I dropped the case on my foot, crushing two joints. Never healed quite right, walking will always hurt for me. Watch out for computers.
Alright, so I was playing Mario Tennis recently (meaning this year, and that's very recent for someone to play Mario Tennis), and as you all know Bowser is a cheating bastard and his serves are impossible to return using that analog stick, so I got a bit frustrated. After acing me five times in a row on the deuce I vented a little by hitting with an open hand, really, really hard. Unfortunately, I didn't notice the remote control under the sheet. The edge of my top thumb joint struck the corner, and the next few minutes were spent in lots of pain.
"But Phlakes!" you say. "It was your thumb. It's not that bad at all."
Yeah, well, here I am months later and it still hurts and tingles when that spot gets hit, so I can only assume it was fractured. I never got it checked out though, not worth the hospital bill.
"But Phlakes!" you say. "It was your thumb. It's not that bad at all."
Yeah, well, here I am months later and it still hurts and tingles when that spot gets hit, so I can only assume it was fractured. I never got it checked out though, not worth the hospital bill.
Somehow, your story and your avatar match :/SirBryghtside said:
OT: Got a bunch.
14 month old. Might as well start from the beginning. My mother took me to a per store one day, and I had a blast catching little orange fish with a little net and setting them free. Cut ahead about a month later. See, my dad likes to have somewhat exotic pets. Once he had a Parrot, before that he had a tarantula. At the time, his current exotic pet was a piranha. You can probably see where this is going. Although I had been warned many times, well, what the hell, I was freaking one-and-a-half. My parents were cleaning out the tank, and I thought I could play with this fish like I could play with the others at the pet store. Needless to say, this time it was FAR less enjoyable. Now I have a cool scar, and can truthfully say that I have been bitten by a man-eating tuna, so it was worth it.
When I was six, I was drinking something through one of those hard-plastic straws. My golden retriever was laying on my lap, loving the attention I was giving him, when suddenly I stopped petting him. He decided to look up. His nose hit the bottom of the cup I was drinking out of, causing the drink, and the straw in it, to suddenly go up. Unfortunately, the other end of the straw was in my mouth. The hard plastic of the straw was, apparently, just sharp enough to carve a canal down the roof of my mouth.
When I was eight, some kids thought it would be fun to hold me down while this fat kid did a Link Down+a into my nads with a stick. The next day, the pain was actually worse, so I went to the hospital, where I found out one of said nads had become twisted, and the choices before me were: A) let the doctors go all hari kari on my nut-sack, or B) experience a life full of testicular pain. Tough choice, but they did manage to save the affected ball. (and yes, I do know what hari kari actually means. I was trying to be dramatic, jeez)
When I was 13, this ***** from school (***** because at school she treated me like dirt, but then behind closed doors wanted to hang out and be friends and shit. It was confusing as fuck until I told her to stuff it... then she was just a ***** all the time. Uhh... where was I?) Comes down the hill at me, screaming "Get out of the way!" Two things to consider. One, she probably could get out of the way herself by, you know, turning the handlebars. Two, well, I really hated her. I figured I would jump out of the way last second, give her a scare. bad idea, by the way. In retrospect, I probably hurt her a lot more then she hurt me, but every one blamed her because I cried louder (I was pretty beta, and a wimp when it came to unexpected pain). Got scraped up pretty good, though.
One of my friends was playing Resident Evil 5 for the first time, and after two hours of not being able to get past the part where you are locked in the village with the huge horde of majinis and the executioner, he hit the floor with the side of his fist out of anger. He hit the floor so hard the bone between his pinky and his wrist got shoved behind the same bone extending from his ring finger, so his pinky was on top of his ring finger. Needless to say he needed surgery.
One time in one of my science classes in high school, my teacher passed around a piece of obsidian to show the class. She warned us that its edges were probably sharp enough to cut our skin, so we should be careful. I decided to test that theory, and she was right.
One time in one of my science classes in high school, my teacher passed around a piece of obsidian to show the class. She warned us that its edges were probably sharp enough to cut our skin, so we should be careful. I decided to test that theory, and she was right.
Well, when I was small, I was shaking a lamp, which had a lamp-shade made of glass. Next thing I know, I'm lying on the floor flickering in and out of consciousness with my head slit open. Fun times for my parents, of course.
EDIT: Just remembered the time I tried to head-butt the ground.
Also the time one of the pedals fell of my bike when I was going quite fast. My instinctive reaction was to slam on the front break, sending me flying over the handlebars, into the ground, and then get half-crushed by my bike. All I got was a small crater in my elbow. Had to ride all the way home, I think there's still a small trail of blood drops somewhere along the way...
EDIT: Just remembered the time I tried to head-butt the ground.
Also the time one of the pedals fell of my bike when I was going quite fast. My instinctive reaction was to slam on the front break, sending me flying over the handlebars, into the ground, and then get half-crushed by my bike. All I got was a small crater in my elbow. Had to ride all the way home, I think there's still a small trail of blood drops somewhere along the way...
I feel so bad for laughing. But... This post is kinda hilarious.Kaleion said:
When I was 8 or 9, my aunt was having a yard sale and we went to visit. One of the items she had out was a 7 foot bookshelf, and her yard is on a 40 or so degree incline.
I poked the bookshelf, and it proceeded to chase me down the driveway and crush my foot.
I poked the bookshelf, and it proceeded to chase me down the driveway and crush my foot.
one time my sister was trying to get on our swing set but there was bird crap all over it so she tried to kick the poo off of the seat resulting in a small fall... onto some wood that was rotting for about 40 years and a piece of metal sticking out of it i thing it was about a dozen stitches on her leg i congratulate you might poo you forced my dad to finally get rid of the wood he promised to remove 6 years ago (my sister was 9ish)