Stupid things you've done and sick injuries

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Yes well a big thread for both these things. Basically write about silly things you have done in your life and the crazy injuries you have suffered.

I'll start (obviously)

Sickener this one, i was walking into my kitchen one day when I felt this sharp pain on my foot. I leant against the wall to investigate, taking my sock off and blood is pouring from a wound in the bottom of my foot. I get onto the floor to get a proper look while my Mum is getting things to clean it up. Anyway I pulls this shard of glass from the wound and that was it, juts been left there. Anyway we clear up the blood and then we had to go to hospital to get it stitched. I wanted it stapled but the doctor said stitches were the better option.

Oh another one, I was outside doing something and slipped on the path and rolled onto the road. Anyway between road and path was kerb and I had smashed my knee off it, splitting it open in the process. That was another hospital visit.

Then there's the famous knee injury. Basically I was playing rounders in School and as I was running to final base I felt my knee collapse from underneath me. I went down in a heap in agony. I was helped out to the first aid room but I had to go to hospital again as my knee needed to be put back into place. Sickening.

Ok, enough punishment for you now. Here's some funny stuff.

I got chucked out of a Sports shop once for having an impromptu golf round. How was I to know they were for display only?

This one happened a few months back. I dropped my TV remote on the floor and as I was lay in bed I couldn't be bothered getting up. So I leant over to try and reach it. My first attempt failed so I had to reach further. After a few seconds I realised that about 70% of my body was in mid air, and anyone with a knowledge of maths will tell you the likelihood is disaster may happen in that circumstance and sure enough I fell out of bed, onto the floor. Irony.

I'll probably think of something else later. Over to you.
 
Springsteen said:
Yes well a big thread for both these things. Basically write about silly things you have done in your life and the crazy injuries you have suffered.

I'll start (obviously)

Sickener this one, i was walking into my kitchen one day when I felt this sharp pain on my foot. I leant against the wall to investigate, taking my sock off and blood is pouring from a wound in the bottom of my foot. I get onto the floor to get a proper look while my Mum is getting things to clean it up. Anyway I pulls this shard of glass from the wound and that was it, juts been left there. Anyway we clear up the blood and then we had to go to hospital to get it stitched. I wanted it stapled but the doctor said stitches were the better option.

Oh another one, I was outside doing something and slipped on the path and rolled onto the road. Anyway between road and path was kerb and I had smashed my knee off it, splitting it open in the process. That was another hospital visit.

Then there's the famous knee injury. Basically I was playing rounders in School and as I was running to final base I felt my knee collapse from underneath me. I went down in a heap in agony. I was helped out to the first aid room but I had to go to hospital again as my knee needed to be put back into place. Sickening.

Ok, enough punishment for you now. Here's some funny stuff.

I got chucked out of a Sports shop once for having an impromptu golf round. How was I to know they were for display only?

This one happened a few months back. I dropped my TV remote on the floor and as I was lay in bed I couldn't be bothered getting up. So I leant over to try and reach it. My first attempt failed so I had to reach further. After a few seconds I realised that about 70% of my body was in mid air, and anyone with a knowledge of maths will tell you the likelihood is disaster may happen in that circumstance and sure enough I fell out of bed, onto the floor. Irony.

I'll probably think of something else later. Over to you.
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The golf one made me laugh lol. You've had some injuries, dang.

My big injury was when I was 6ish. My mom picked me up from school. I don't remember why but I was mad. We pulled in our drive way and got out. I slammed the car door. I didn't realize I slammed my right thumb with the door. I stared at it in shock and then screamed. I remember being amazed at my blood loss lol. No stitches though, thankfully. I still have a half-moon shaped scar =]

Stupid... lol. Does the stupid stuff have to do with injuries? Cause I've had a crapload of lucky breaks.
 
Okay =]

When I was 16, I had a 19 year old boyfriend in NC. he was 6'4 and 350 pounds. I was 5'5'' and maybe 110 pounds. For future reference in the story. So, we were ''dating'' a few months when we decide to meet. He drove like 18 hours to my hometown. He was in my town for a week, and I told my parents I was camping with a friend for a week lol. Right, so he arrived at my friend's; excitement, to meet me.
Now let me break and give you some background info on my friend. She was 18, goth, and kind of.. well, loose. She had been around and was cool with it.
There us three were. Hanging out. When she pulls me aside and says 'I don't think you should go'. He wanted me to go with him back to his motel room. My friend and I debated. Then she said 'okay, we'll let Tiny decide'. Tiny was her butthole dog who didn't like anyone she didn't know. Tiny turned out to be super mellow with him. In hindsight I think she might have just been intimidated by his size lol. But whatever, I smiled in victory and my friend hung her head and let me go.
Long story short, I ended up spending the night with him and still walking out a virgin.

That was just a 5 o'clock news story waiting to happen lol.
 
I can combine a stupid thing I've done with an injury. :D When I was 16 my sister and I were at one of the malls in Winnipeg. We decided to go down the escalator to the first level. I get on the escalator and when I look back my sister hadn't. Being the brilliant persont that I am, I decided to run back up the escalator so as to not leave her behind. Well, after a few steps I tripped, fell awkwardly and twisted my right knee. I was also bloodied and I still have two small scars on my knee. :D I don't know what I did to the ligaments in my knee because I never got it checked out but it still bothers me to this day. :cool
 
I had a stretch where I boosted cars and took them for joyrides. Only the cars of people I knew and liked. If I didn't like somebody, I never took their car. Did a stretch in "girls camp" due to it, too. Pfft. Some people have no sense of humor when a 14 year old midget with a shoe box duct taped to her foot (to reach the gas pedal) tries to have a few shits and giggles. :(
 
Walking slowly back to English class. I wasn't paying attention and the heavy metal door swung shut and my finger was shut in the door. I opened the door and I see a big hole in my finger nail. I go into class but other pupils are giving speaches as part of their oral English examination. I don't want to disturb them so I sit with my finger pouring blood for about 20minutes until I tell the teacher. By this time the bottom half of my white blouse is covered with blood.

The teacher nearly fainted when I walked up with blood all over me and pouring onto the carpet and all over her class notes. The nurse just put a small plaster (band-aid) on it and within 5 minutes the plaster was covered in blood and blood was pouring out. So I bunked off school and went home so my mum could take me to hospital.
 
OK, I've got one.
While I was sixteen I was sitting at home, alone, eating walnuts and watching TV. The lazy person I am, never bothered to find the nut cracker so I took a pair of scissors laying around and opened the nuts with them, sliding in a little bit between the parts of the shell and applying a lever. Everything was cool until I found a real hard nut and couldn't slide the scissors between the shells. So I decided to stab it with some more force... Well the point of the scissors kinda slipped of the shell and ended up in the palm of my hand... Was so ashamed with myself, doing something so stupid, so I never told my mother just cleaned the wound and put a band-aid on it : ) Still got the scar : )
 
When I was a kid, my friend and I snuck through these fields to a barn. We were rebels and just wanted to be on no-trespassing land, we didn't have a purpose or plan. So when we got to the barn, we were like 'what now?'. There was a huge stack of haybales to the ceiling almost and we decided to climb the stack to prove our awesomeness lol. I was a good story up, when we heard the owner yelling from his tractor. I panicked and lost my footing. I fell, hitting the wall on the way. Miraculously I was only bruised. My friend slit her leg on this barbwire fence we jumped as we fled, though.
 
brieze said:
When I was a kid, my friend and I snuck through these fields to a barn. We were rebels and just wanted to be on no-trespassing land, we didn't have a purpose or plan. So when we got to the barn, we were like 'what now?'. There was a huge stack of haybales to the ceiling almost and we decided to climb the stack to prove our awesomeness lol. I was a good story up, when we heard the owner yelling from his tractor. I panicked and lost my footing. I fell, hitting the wall on the way. Miraculously I was only bruised. My friend slit her leg on this barbwire fence we jumped as we fled, though.
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I have a similar story, but we played for a good hour before the owner walked in and realized we had destroyed/scattered a few square bales. No injuries....just some apologies. And he was cooler than he had to be about it.
 
I love knives. They don't always love me.

When I was a teenager I decided to make a crow decoy out of a blue jean pants leg. In the process of cutting the denim the knife slipped all the way to the bone where the forefinger meets the palm on my left hand between the forefonger & thumb. Bled like crazy no stitches but took a while to stop bledding.

I was working the hayfields one summer, after getting a trailer fully loaded and backing it into the barn a limb was in the way. The man I was worling with threw me his pocketknife to cut the limb back. I did and after a little while I felt warmth on my leg. Seems in the process of cutting the limb the knife went into my thigh. I was too busy to notice that I was covered in blood. I got rather woozy from blood loss but did not get stitches.

A few weeks after getting married I was on a jobsite helping a worker move some steel plates. In the process of moving one plate a piece of slag caught on my new wedding band. as it fell it dug in to my ring finger about an inch long gash. I had to get stitches. The shot was worse than the stitches. I also learned I am allergic to codiene afterward.
 
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