Worst Injury / Traumatic Event In your Life
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I have had some bad injuries in my life, but I can't really say any of them have traumatised me. However my first memory is cracking my skull against some rocks. I was about 3, I think. I remember everything clearly, especially the shot I got to relive the pain, felt like it did more hurt than help at the time and I'm still afraid of needles.
Alzheimers for the lose.Rockchimp69 said:Why did that happen?lacktheknack said:
It got so bad that she forgot how to eat.
My worst injury was when I recently got into an accident while riding my scooter. The thing was totaled, and I had a severely ruptured spleen and had to have it removed.
The most traumatic experience had to be when my parents broke up and my father coming out right after the divorce.
The most traumatic experience had to be when my parents broke up and my father coming out right after the divorce.
I'm very Cautious, so I don't injure myself much, but if I had to choose, either the Time I almost Sterilized myself while taking a Shower, or my Friend Stabbing me.
1. I was taking a Shower, my shower has an odd habit of going really cold, then turning right up to over 100 Degrees Centigrade so it's boiling before it even gets out of the nozzle. It fell to groin level because the dock holding it to the wall broke while I was showering, and sprayed my crotch with Boiling Water. Painful, and just a smidge traumatic.
2. I changed the Music me and my friend were listening too on a bus while he was playing with a flicknife (School trip, teachers weren't paying attention to what anyone was doing on the way there) and he twitched because this surprised him, and stabbed me in the leg. That was friggin' painful.
And he then followed this up by sneaking the Knife into Stormont, the Irish Parliament. He can be quite an Amazing Bastard at times, but he's still a Bastard.
1. I was taking a Shower, my shower has an odd habit of going really cold, then turning right up to over 100 Degrees Centigrade so it's boiling before it even gets out of the nozzle. It fell to groin level because the dock holding it to the wall broke while I was showering, and sprayed my crotch with Boiling Water. Painful, and just a smidge traumatic.
2. I changed the Music me and my friend were listening too on a bus while he was playing with a flicknife (School trip, teachers weren't paying attention to what anyone was doing on the way there) and he twitched because this surprised him, and stabbed me in the leg. That was friggin' painful.
And he then followed this up by sneaking the Knife into Stormont, the Irish Parliament. He can be quite an Amazing Bastard at times, but he's still a Bastard.
Unfortunately the painkillers or knockout gas would have interfered with the test sample of marrow. I was one of the first to really get this disease and the methods of treatment were still new and widely untested._Janny_ said:
My Grandma has alzheimers as well.. do you know if that happens with everyone who has the disease?lacktheknack said:Alzheimers for the lose.Rockchimp69 said:Why did that happen?lacktheknack said:
It got so bad that she forgot how to eat.
Stabbed 2 times. on 2 different ocasions (Spelling?)
1.Walked in on my girlfriend in bed with another guy and she gets so scared she grabs my hunting knife off the nightstand and throws it at me. sticking 2 inches into my thigh.
2.Stabbed when I jumped in on a barfight my buddy started. it was a stilleto switchblade. it went in between my ribs and narrowly missed my lung. The guy got arrested and was charged with. assult with a deadly weapon, attempted murder, and possesion of an illegal weopon, and resisting arrest when the police arrived.
1.Walked in on my girlfriend in bed with another guy and she gets so scared she grabs my hunting knife off the nightstand and throws it at me. sticking 2 inches into my thigh.
2.Stabbed when I jumped in on a barfight my buddy started. it was a stilleto switchblade. it went in between my ribs and narrowly missed my lung. The guy got arrested and was charged with. assult with a deadly weapon, attempted murder, and possesion of an illegal weopon, and resisting arrest when the police arrived.
Fell off a cliff whilst skiing. The fall should have seriously injured me, but somehow didn't (deep snow. Yay!). Not physically, anyway.
It seems the nice reminder of my own mortality was enough to turn a mild case of depression into a debilitatingly severe one.
Hopefully I'm over it now, but I'm skiing for the first time since then tomorrow. Psychological freak-out may ensue...
It seems the nice reminder of my own mortality was enough to turn a mild case of depression into a debilitatingly severe one.
Hopefully I'm over it now, but I'm skiing for the first time since then tomorrow. Psychological freak-out may ensue...
Oh...Rockchimp69 said:My Grandma has alzheimers as well.. do you know if that happens with everyone who has the disease?lacktheknack said:Alzheimers for the lose.Rockchimp69 said:Why did that happen?lacktheknack said:
It got so bad that she forgot how to eat.
If you're lucky, she'll be taken out by something else quickly. Sorry, absolutely no good news awaits you.
Well on a camp I dislocated my knee cap, basically it was on the side of my leg for 10 hours, very painful
I cut my face pretty bad during a soccer match and could see nothing but blood in one eye for about 20 minutes. I ended up having to get stiches right above my eye while still conscious, at age 7.
Also getting a staph infection in my hip socket when I was 11 and could feel pain moving around my legs for about a week. After the surgery to clean out my hip, I woke up with them still sucking puss out of my hip with a tube in me and also finding out that not only does morphine not work on me, but I am also allergic to it.
Also getting a staph infection in my hip socket when I was 11 and could feel pain moving around my legs for about a week. After the surgery to clean out my hip, I woke up with them still sucking puss out of my hip with a tube in me and also finding out that not only does morphine not work on me, but I am also allergic to it.
When I was around 4, I was at my grandparents house just for a social gathering. I was wanting to cut a lime for a drink because I was curious as to why they made the drink tastier. And so I used the big kitchen knife to cut the lime but unfortunately the knife jerked forward as I cut through the lime and sliced through the webbing between the middle and index finger on my right hand. I still have the scar mark from the stitches sealing the wound up.
In all seriousness, I have neither wounds nor trauma; I'm bloody lucky
EDIT: A year or so ago, I fell off a rope-swing, spun eight or nine feet through the air and smashed my face into the face of a tree. On the other hand, the ground was (relatively) soft, I know how to fall (relatively) painlessly, and I seem to be (relatively) charmed, so the main damage was actually pulling the muscles in my neck from twisting as I hit the tree.
Kept me awake for a week and a half afterwards...
Well, once I break my leg on the growth plate and walked on it for two days out of stubbornness, until I eventually couldn't get out of bed. That was fun, and now I limp whenever I grow. Or the time I had two cysts on my head that hurt to merely brush, so to numb them they stuck needles in. Both sucked pretty bad, but I was little so the memories aren't too bad.
As for traumatic events, most of my childhood I guess would count. I wasn't raised in an abusive household by any means, but the constant fighting between my parents and two siblings left me with a crippling fear of failure and becoming them while growing up. In middle school, I beat up a kid in a fight who was being an ass. Instead of that being the end, his friends spread that he won and constantly mocked me for a year (I had class with them every day), which kinda mindfucked me for a bit. Also, at around 7 I watched a woman have a seizure in a store, then bust her head open after falling. There was a pool of blood around her head, and her husband was freaking out trying to help her. Didn't bother me too much since I've never been squeamish, but it's interesting to see people's reactions when telling the story.
Overall, I've had some shit, but nowhere near as bad as most people I know.
As for traumatic events, most of my childhood I guess would count. I wasn't raised in an abusive household by any means, but the constant fighting between my parents and two siblings left me with a crippling fear of failure and becoming them while growing up. In middle school, I beat up a kid in a fight who was being an ass. Instead of that being the end, his friends spread that he won and constantly mocked me for a year (I had class with them every day), which kinda mindfucked me for a bit. Also, at around 7 I watched a woman have a seizure in a store, then bust her head open after falling. There was a pool of blood around her head, and her husband was freaking out trying to help her. Didn't bother me too much since I've never been squeamish, but it's interesting to see people's reactions when telling the story.
Overall, I've had some shit, but nowhere near as bad as most people I know.
I ran into a table when I was a toddler and made a horrific gash just above my eye. Thankfully, I remember absolutely nothing about it, I have only my mum's story and the scar to remember it by. Apparently my mum had to mop up the blood with my dad's t-shirts (we were on holiday and they were the closest things to hand), and when we got home and she took them to the laundrette, people thought she'd murdered somebody, haha.
driving a go kart with no seatbelts at about 50mph, hand slipped, i crashed into a barrier flew into the air landed on my left arm(heard a crack) and slid for a bit(heard another crack) oh and this was in spain where few speak english i wake up the next day with two metal hooks sticking out of my arm and there was a doctor in front of me holding a dictionary saying "arm broken, dislocated shoulder" pretty damn scary but wait
the aforementioned meatal hooks were connected to metal wires holding my arm together and after the bone healed i had an appointment to have them removed, i sat in a room for 5 mins then a doctor came out with a pack, she opened it and took out a pair of pliers, PLIERS! and then said "brace yourself this will hurt" and then gripped one hook and slowly pulled it out, i could hear the bone scraping, after that she pulled out the second one which was infintitly more painful, afterwards i asked why i couldnt have been sedated she said it was unnecessary
the aforementioned meatal hooks were connected to metal wires holding my arm together and after the bone healed i had an appointment to have them removed, i sat in a room for 5 mins then a doctor came out with a pack, she opened it and took out a pair of pliers, PLIERS! and then said "brace yourself this will hurt" and then gripped one hook and slowly pulled it out, i could hear the bone scraping, after that she pulled out the second one which was infintitly more painful, afterwards i asked why i couldnt have been sedated she said it was unnecessary