Luckily, not much has happened to me, the worst thing was when I fell over onto my arm which... actually i'm not sure if it broke or just sprained, I think it just sprained...
What's the worst injury you've sustained?
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I took a fall at work, landing on my right foot, having it bend to the side underneath me, kind of like when you accidentally take a bad step, except since I was falling from further up, it was far worse.
While I didn't break any bones, I tore some muscle in there, and one of my tendons got stretched around four centimeters.
It's nothing even close to what most of the people here have suffered, and I'm thankful for not receiving anything worse, but it still kills me when I sprain my foot even the slightest. Being a drummer, this has been a lot of trouble for me, even if it's not THAT severe.
While I didn't break any bones, I tore some muscle in there, and one of my tendons got stretched around four centimeters.
It's nothing even close to what most of the people here have suffered, and I'm thankful for not receiving anything worse, but it still kills me when I sprain my foot even the slightest. Being a drummer, this has been a lot of trouble for me, even if it's not THAT severe.
Back when I was eight, I got a twig from a tree branch stuck in my eye on Halloween. I went the doctors and he told me to roll around my eyes(hurt like hell to do that). He then took some tweezers and removed a piece of wood that was only visible when I looked as far as I could to one side.
Amasing thing is, all I needed was to wear eyepatch(basically a bandage and tape) for two weeks(or a month, can't really remember) and put in eye drops to clear out any potential infection every so often and I was fine. No permanent damage done to my eye at all.
Gruesome memory though.
Amasing thing is, all I needed was to wear eyepatch(basically a bandage and tape) for two weeks(or a month, can't really remember) and put in eye drops to clear out any potential infection every so often and I was fine. No permanent damage done to my eye at all.
Gruesome memory though.
Broken my clavicle, right wrist, both knees and toe. Pulled the muscles on my ankle more than I care to remember.
Lets see. Twisted my right knee 280 degrees, so now i have some trouble walking when i wake up. i broke my upper jaw, loosing 1 tooth and a nasty scar. I've had a piece of wood 15cm broad stuck in my left arm (bigass scar), a piece of wire through my left ankle (another nasty scar), put a saw in my right knee when i was young, bashed my head against a piece of iron when i was little (scar above my eye) damaged a few knuckles (lots of scars) had my cat hanging on my face with all four claws (hurts!) ripped a small piece from the side of my left arm when handeling some hard ware. and oh, yeah a cow once stood on my right ring finger, so now its a bit weird. Also i got my hand broken once by a mail man on a bike, i was 6 or something and playing on the street when he just drove over me with his bike. could go on for a while to be honest.
guess, im stupid or something
guess, im stupid or something
Registered cause of this thread, have been reading here for a few months.
About 4 years ago I was at a friends bonfire. Everything was cool we were just drinking and having a good time. Someone dumped a bunch of leaves on the fire and in doing so didn't notice dropping a spray paint can in as well. I was sitting pretty close to it when the whole thing just exploded. I blacked out for a few moments and can only remember hearing it. It took me a second to realize what had happened after I came back to.
I ended up with a flash burn over my entire face, my lips were blistered and my right forearm was covered in second degree burns from when I instinctively brought it up to protect myself. Luckily I only ended up with one scar on my right wrist from the largest second degree burn and can laugh about the whole thing now...I was looking toasty for a couple weeks tho.
About 4 years ago I was at a friends bonfire. Everything was cool we were just drinking and having a good time. Someone dumped a bunch of leaves on the fire and in doing so didn't notice dropping a spray paint can in as well. I was sitting pretty close to it when the whole thing just exploded. I blacked out for a few moments and can only remember hearing it. It took me a second to realize what had happened after I came back to.
I ended up with a flash burn over my entire face, my lips were blistered and my right forearm was covered in second degree burns from when I instinctively brought it up to protect myself. Luckily I only ended up with one scar on my right wrist from the largest second degree burn and can laugh about the whole thing now...I was looking toasty for a couple weeks tho.
Hmm, worst thing was probably falling head-first onto an iron manhole cover when I was 4 years old. Had to have the flesh on my forehead reattached, I still have a bit of a scar from that.
Other than that, I've fallen head first onto a concrete floor while skateboarding (Just about managed to get my hands down at the last second), fallen out of trees several times, got stuck on a high brick wall with the top gouging lump out of my back, and had to pull myself back up again to avoid further injury, knocked myself out briefly playing rugby, had a rugby boot stud stuck in my leg, cut off the end of my thumb with an electric jigsaw and given myself concussion walking through a low doorframe.
Amazingly I've never broken a bone, though I have a ton of scars in various places.
Other than that, I've fallen head first onto a concrete floor while skateboarding (Just about managed to get my hands down at the last second), fallen out of trees several times, got stuck on a high brick wall with the top gouging lump out of my back, and had to pull myself back up again to avoid further injury, knocked myself out briefly playing rugby, had a rugby boot stud stuck in my leg, cut off the end of my thumb with an electric jigsaw and given myself concussion walking through a low doorframe.
Amazingly I've never broken a bone, though I have a ton of scars in various places.
No broken bones so far, but once, when riding on a bicycle in short throusers, I fell down and slid for around 5 meters on a mix of gravel and sharp rocks. My knee was in horrible shape after that.
Surprisingly, the thing I remember about this injury the most isn't the injury itself, but the treatment. I went to hospital, where a surgeon took a brush with some soap on it and just started to brush the s**t out of that wound without any anesthetics.
I swear I'l find him someday. My chainsaw is ready.
Surprisingly, the thing I remember about this injury the most isn't the injury itself, but the treatment. I went to hospital, where a surgeon took a brush with some soap on it and just started to brush the s**t out of that wound without any anesthetics.
I swear I'l find him someday. My chainsaw is ready.
I broke my leg right at the bottem. A chunk of bone snapped off and got tangled up in the tendons in my ankle joint. When it happened I went to my local minor ijuries centre and they told me too walk it off as there was no swelling, just you know, me shouting in pain. Since I was obviously in more pain than I should have been, we went to a bigger hospital where we had it x-rayed. Turns out if I didn't get it checked out again and didn't get the surgery to correct it I may never have walked 'normaly' again.
Not the most severe injury, but for me very memorable as I was in pretty serious danger:
At my grandparents cottage in Nova Scotia (so on the ocean) we had this tall diving stand that, at high tide, was 90 percent submerged. It was pretty far from the shore. The weather was overcast and a bit chilly, some larger than normal waves but not too bad.
I was jumping off it, as I did many summers, and in what seemed like the span of a matter of seconds a huge gale started brewing up. Upon noticing it had started to rain I climbed up the stand to get my bearings, still fairly oblivious to the danger. I jumped off one last time after deciding to head in.
When my head came to the surface again, the waves had gotten much worse. I was thrown with considerable force into the cross beams of the diving stand. I clung there for a moment, stunned. Finally I figured the storm was only getting worse and I had to head for shore. I was swimming hard against the waves, but thankfully I think the tide was with me (it was just peaking at high tide). When I reached the shallows I had the rocky shoreline to contend with. Once again I was shoved against barnacle covered rocks.
I finally got on shore, climbed the steps up the bluff and turned around to survey the ocean. To my shock, the diving stand had been knocked over by the waves. I looked down, for the first time noticing the pain. I was covered in a multitude of scrapes from the barnacles and wood beams and there was a huge bruise across my chest where I was thrown at the diving stand. Nothing broken, but the salt water sure made them sting like hell.
I tell you, I was scared in the water, but I don't think it sunk in until I was on shore how dangerous it was.
Ah well. Makes for a good story.
P.S. Wall of text alert.
At my grandparents cottage in Nova Scotia (so on the ocean) we had this tall diving stand that, at high tide, was 90 percent submerged. It was pretty far from the shore. The weather was overcast and a bit chilly, some larger than normal waves but not too bad.
I was jumping off it, as I did many summers, and in what seemed like the span of a matter of seconds a huge gale started brewing up. Upon noticing it had started to rain I climbed up the stand to get my bearings, still fairly oblivious to the danger. I jumped off one last time after deciding to head in.
When my head came to the surface again, the waves had gotten much worse. I was thrown with considerable force into the cross beams of the diving stand. I clung there for a moment, stunned. Finally I figured the storm was only getting worse and I had to head for shore. I was swimming hard against the waves, but thankfully I think the tide was with me (it was just peaking at high tide). When I reached the shallows I had the rocky shoreline to contend with. Once again I was shoved against barnacle covered rocks.
I finally got on shore, climbed the steps up the bluff and turned around to survey the ocean. To my shock, the diving stand had been knocked over by the waves. I looked down, for the first time noticing the pain. I was covered in a multitude of scrapes from the barnacles and wood beams and there was a huge bruise across my chest where I was thrown at the diving stand. Nothing broken, but the salt water sure made them sting like hell.
I tell you, I was scared in the water, but I don't think it sunk in until I was on shore how dangerous it was.
Ah well. Makes for a good story.
P.S. Wall of text alert.
I fell at the car wash, broke my foot, then I had a ford excursion stop on my hand. Not very pretty. The story behind it is that I was 5, and clumsy.
Hmmm... worst injury? That's hard to say for sure, so I'll just list my top 4, in no particular order:
I also broke my big toe, by tripping while not wearing shoes, had my heel cut open by an opening metal door, also thanks to being shoe-less, and have had my jaw punched out-of, and then back in-to alignment. That's really all I can think of at the moment.
Ligament or tendon... I forget. Anyway-
I got this one mountain biking. I was going down an embarrassingly easy hill, when I hit a patch of sand. As the bike started to wildly fish-tail, I did the stupidest thing you could possibly do in that situation; I let go of the handle bars. Next thing I knew, I'm pinned to a tree at the bottom of the hill under a tangled mess of bike and leg.
I had to wear a brace for a few months, but I wasn't allowed to leave classes early (in high school) so that I could make it on-time to my next classes, unlike other kids, because nothing was actually "broken." To this day, my knee acts up on occasion, and I can even dislocate it.
I got this one mountain biking. I was going down an embarrassingly easy hill, when I hit a patch of sand. As the bike started to wildly fish-tail, I did the stupidest thing you could possibly do in that situation; I let go of the handle bars. Next thing I knew, I'm pinned to a tree at the bottom of the hill under a tangled mess of bike and leg.
I had to wear a brace for a few months, but I wasn't allowed to leave classes early (in high school) so that I could make it on-time to my next classes, unlike other kids, because nothing was actually "broken." To this day, my knee acts up on occasion, and I can even dislocate it.
Also accrued through mountain biking... on an embarrassingly easy hill. This time I wasn't paying well enough attention to where I was going while speeding down said hill alarmingly fast, and got smacked in the face with a tree branch. After that, I sort of remember losing control of the bike, fighting to regain control, and flipping over (I don't remember which way).
Next thing I remember, I was lying flat on my back, with all my friends huddled around me, and everything looked like it was in some sort of yellow haze. I didn't realize it at the time, but I must have been out for a short while because my friends had managed to go get help and bring them to me by the time I came to.
Next thing I remember, I was lying flat on my back, with all my friends huddled around me, and everything looked like it was in some sort of yellow haze. I didn't realize it at the time, but I must have been out for a short while because my friends had managed to go get help and bring them to me by the time I came to.
While practicing advanced black belt techniques at my karate dojo, my partner made a little mistake and ended up smashing my face in with the hardest part of his foot.
And despite even having broken my nose, and bloody noses being a typical sign of a broken nose, I have yet to ever get a bloody nose in my life. Thus, leading me to believe that I have the strongest nose blood-vessels of all time.
And despite even having broken my nose, and bloody noses being a typical sign of a broken nose, I have yet to ever get a bloody nose in my life. Thus, leading me to believe that I have the strongest nose blood-vessels of all time.
Playing on monkey bars, as a kid (I don't remember exactly what age anymore). When I went to go on the first swing, I accidentally got my foot caught on the bars you use to climb up. Long story short- my child-leg/foot bones were stronger than my child-grip and I fell in to the ground like I was doing a belly-flop.
My head hit the ground jaw-first and all I can remember after that is intense pain and my mouth -literally- overflowing with blood (I still have nightmares). Quick action on the part of the school aides probably saved my life, but I'll never forget spitting out that chunk of flesh that I used to use to taste things.
My head hit the ground jaw-first and all I can remember after that is intense pain and my mouth -literally- overflowing with blood (I still have nightmares). Quick action on the part of the school aides probably saved my life, but I'll never forget spitting out that chunk of flesh that I used to use to taste things.
I also broke my big toe, by tripping while not wearing shoes, had my heel cut open by an opening metal door, also thanks to being shoe-less, and have had my jaw punched out-of, and then back in-to alignment. That's really all I can think of at the moment.
um thank you? I really don't think that was necessary and kind a little insulting you would site bones in the hand, being I am a biologist I know some anatomy. I guess you would'nt know that. But I did not think people would take what I said as literally as posted. Sorry for any confusion I suppose. Regardless thanks for actually telling me how this could be taken wrong (meant sincerely).StBishop said:
yes, the birth with the ombilical cord around the neck is true, my mom said that i had it twice. anyway, the worst injury i got was running on a trike down the stairs straight into metal heating unit (forgot the name in english) when i was about 4 or 5. Cracked forehead, woke up at home in my bed a week later.demoman_chaos said:
Lost part of my right middle finger, not really an injury guy, more of a life threatening sickenss sort of person.
Got three, none of which compares to the OP or any of the other horror stories in this topic.
1, bit a hole through my tongue.(made for a great party trick involving sticks though.)
2, 5" cut in the back of my head when I was 7. Hit a glass table at a birthday party, my mom picked me up and decided I was fine. We went to First Aid about 3-4 hours after the incident. The doctor became pale and I ended up with 8 stitches. Funny fact, instead of letting me squeeze her arm when it hurt, my mom squeezed mine because she was scared.
3,Stabwound in righthand also when I was fairly young, 10-12, happend at school in art class. The guy on the other side of the table showed why men should never multitask, as his hand slipped and he implated a 4" blade into my hand. I swear I could hear it hit the bone in my wrist.
1, bit a hole through my tongue.(made for a great party trick involving sticks though.)
2, 5" cut in the back of my head when I was 7. Hit a glass table at a birthday party, my mom picked me up and decided I was fine. We went to First Aid about 3-4 hours after the incident. The doctor became pale and I ended up with 8 stitches. Funny fact, instead of letting me squeeze her arm when it hurt, my mom squeezed mine because she was scared.
3,Stabwound in righthand also when I was fairly young, 10-12, happend at school in art class. The guy on the other side of the table showed why men should never multitask, as his hand slipped and he implated a 4" blade into my hand. I swear I could hear it hit the bone in my wrist.