My oddest injury

[JunkyII]

people hurting themself in severe but not life threatning ways....is there anything funnier?

yes british people tatooing "I love Johnny knoxville" on their private parts, i forget the name of this movie

[Xasthur]

Doing this sort of thing:




It was on this jump, I think, where I messed up my run up. I had to pull out at the last second and couldn't stop in time so I ended up going over the jump with far too little speed. I jumped off the bike, chucking it to the side, and landed on the back side of the landing on my feet.

I thought it was fine, I didn't even fall over, so I walked away and kept riding.

About 30 minutes later I noticed that my toe hurt a bit and I couldn't remember hurting it, so I peeled my shoe off to have a look.

I did this.


Not a bad injury or particularly painful. It was just funny. Of all the things to do yourself when riding... I did that.

My toe looks weird in that photo, I don't know why. Rest assured, though, my toes are pretty standard.

[mechanic]

lol thats looks nasty. As an ex-skateboarder i feel your pain.

[ebfd11]

Oddest injury you decide....


    I was approximately 6 years old when a friend of mine stopped by the house. Being out in the country we had to find things to do to amuse ourselves. We had this tire swing and we were swinging on, no problem right... WRONG!!!! My friend dared me to swing on the bottom of the swing, OK what can go wrong???

Side story ... the day before my brother and his friend were plinking bottles with the NEW BB gun he had gotten for his birthday... right where the tire swing was...

   Well i got the swing going and being like a little monkey I was I got on the outside of the swing....When all of a sudden .... you guessed it I found the only piece of glass they did not pick up... 8 stitches later I was all fixed... Bad part of it was do you know how embarrassing it is to holler "OK mom I'm done pooing" just so she can wipe... 


  Needless to say the BB gun was confiscated and wasn't given back for 8 months, 1 for each stitch I received.

[mechanic]

Bad part of it was do you know how embarrassing it is to holler "OK mom I'm done pooing" just so she can wipe... 

Aged 16 i broke both my arms at the wrist in two seperate injuries, 2 weeks apart from each other. Yes.....yes i do know how it feels. 

[C(Sea)Bass]

7th Grade Gym Class. We were playing a game sort of like dodgeball in the gym. I was running away from the kid with the ball, with my head turned back looking at him. Next thing I know I am lying on the ground and my legs hurt like hell. I had run full speed straight into a cement wall and fractured both of my legs.

Sophmore year of high school. I was playing hockey and had my helment knocked off during a game. Another player somehow got knocked into me and his skate blade hit me in the right eye. He got just enough of it to make a hole in the eyelid. I closed my eye and could still see right out. Took 11 stiches to fix. Funny side story. I was waiting in the ER to get stitched up, but the regular ER people wouldn't do it because it my eyelid, so they called in a plastic surgeon. The guy walks into the room and says, "Hi, I'm Doctor Payne." That really is his name. One would think in his profession a name change would be beneficial.

[Serenity]

I haven't had many weird injuries per say, the closest would be when I fractured my hand right down the middle. I was playing tag in sixth grade, (freeze tag) and I had been caught. Someone was running up to un-freeze me, so I stuck my hand out to make it easier. All of the sudden, some girl not even involved in the game runs right into my hand at full speed. Twinges my wrist a bit and fractures my left hand down the center.

[gpwurzel]

Ok, service related injury - even today this makes me giggle.

Was serving on a type 12 frigate (this is when i first joined up in 1982 (berwick class for those in the know))

Was stood on the bridge, on watch, keeping an eye out for shipping, monitoring the radio, normal kinda things. This was the middle watch, which runs from 00:00 to 04:00 in the morning, so it was a bit dark out lol - the funny thing about the type 12's was the ladder onto the bridge. It actually went up 3 decks, with only a slight lip around the hatches to stop it being 1 long ladder.

I noticed a ship on the horizon, and turned round to report it to the officer of the watch. Unfortunately, I was stood near the lip of the hatch off of the bridge, stepped forward  and disappeared. Shot past the wheel house (directly below the bridge) and ended up on 2 deck in a snotty heap. Only injury was a split lip, bloody nose (bounced off the ladder), bruised backside and definitely bruised ego.

Climbed back up to the bridge, completed my report to the OOW, who responded by telling me if I left the bridge again without permission, I'd be in the rattle (disciplinary proceedings) (I think he was joking lol)


Wurzel

[Coog03]

These pics were from a fight i got into and missed the guy when he was on the ground.  Most of the damage was from a punch that missed his head and hit the sidewalk.  I was drunk and stupid back and i deserved the boxers fracture and several fractures throughout the hand and wrist.   Thank god these were my only injuries. 

[1pLUs44]

hey i punchd a wall earlier, i was mad. mine looks kind of like that, i hit a studd... takes a long time to typ out 

[Banshee7]

this didn't happen to me but I caused it 

One day a girl comes up behind me and slaps the hell out of the back of my head...I turn around a give her the cussin of her life (this happened in school mind you), turn around and walk off.  She does it yet again...so to demonstrate how angry i was, i punched a locker....the door of the locker adjacent to the locker i punched came flying open (we rig our lockers so we don't have to use combinations to unlock them) and smacked the best friend of the girl that hit me right in the face.....knocked her out.  That wasn't the end...the girl that hit me knelt down to her friend to check on her.  As she did, two books fell out of the locker and hit the girl in the back...breaking a rib.

I LMAO that day

[1pLUs44]

this didn't happen to me but I caused it 

One day a girl comes up behind me and slaps the hell out of the back of my head...I turn around a give her the cussin of her life (this happened in school mind you), turn around and walk off.  She does it yet again...so to demonstrate how angry i was, i punched a locker....the door of the locker adjacent to the locker i punched came flying open (we rig our lockers so we don't have to use combinations to unlock them) and smacked the best friend of the girl that hit me right in the face.....knocked her out.  That wasn't the end...the girl that hit me knelt down to her friend to check on her.  As she did, two books fell out of the locker and hit the girl in the back...breaking a rib.

I LMAO that day

 

thank god for the mouse

[Reschke]

Two actually and both were about a year apart. I was in middle school in 7th grade (I was 11 or 12 at the time) and we had an old cotton house that my great-grandfather had built sometime around 1910-1915 to store cotton in before there was enough to send to the cotton gin in town. Anyway this was in 1984 so the year that the cotton house is very relevant.

We moved onto the property when I was 8 and my dad put our HUGE deep freezer in this old cotton house along with various 1/48th scale models that he had worked on for years or had never finished or opened the box on. My mom asked me to go down there and get some deer meat out of the freezer and bring it in so she could get it ready for dinner. In my haste to get in and get that for her I didn't latch the door on to the wall so it wouldn't drop back on me as I climbed up the steps into the building. There were some HUGE nails in this door that had been hammered down about 70 years before I opened the door on this day.

Well as I am going up the steps I realize...a little to late that the door is swinging back on me and in my way to try and get up the steps I pushed my upraised right knee out to stop the door and about the time I did that I noticed a bunch of nails coming at my leg and I thought...this might not be a good idea...but I was committed to pushing the door away with my knee as I had done hundreds of times.

WELL I ended up with one of these nails going through the skin at the top of my knee and coming out about 4 inches lower than its entry point because it glanced off my kneecap. HOWEVER I was stuck to the door and couldn't move my leg unless I punched down as hard as possible on top of my thigh. It only took me about 3 hits to get that nail out of my leg and then it involved getting the wound cleaned out at the doctor's office twice in a week because it got infected and then I needed 10 stitches total to close the wound on the inside and the two punctures on the outside.

Many years later we determined that the nails which were involved were most likely original to the building and were what is termed a 40 penny nail. When I went in for my first ACL operation on the same knee my orthopedist asked me about the reason my knee cap had a gouge in the front portion of it and I had to retell the story to him.

Which brings me to #2 dumb injury...almost exactly 1 year later we were having a rock war in an old cemetery near the Episcopal Church in Marion, AL after going to the Boy Scout meeting that Sunday night. I was wearing jeans and had just stood up and started running through the tombstones in the part of the graveyard for the Confederate and Union soldiers buried there and just as I jumped over one of the tombstones an opposing force individual let loose with a large piece of a quartz rock; more about how I know this in a minute. I got flipped over onto my head from the rock hitting my leg and it throbbed like hell for a few minutes then it was just a little tender. Well he should have gone on to sign a MLB pitching deal because it hit me in the leg about two inches below my right knee and punched a hole in my jeans. I didn't feel anything there and noticed just a little bit of blood and thought that I just had a small cut.

Well I got bandaged up by the scout master as an opportunity to show us all how to bandage a cut for our first aid merit badge. So I get home and hop in the shower and the bandage comes off of course and I shower and all is good. The cut looks OK but not deep and it isn't bleeding so no stitches for me. Which is good because I am leaving in the morning for two weeks up at my grandparents house on Lake Guntersville and nothing to do but play with cousins and friends and fish and build stuff in the woods.

So I am up there about 5 days later and I can hardly put weight on my leg and I have noticed a bulge and some big time bruising below my knee and the cut has opened up a little bit (about 1/2 inch long) but still looks OK. So we put gauze and hydrogen peroxide on it to keep it clean and I drive on just doing kids stuff wandering through the woods and fishing. Well the next morning I am sick and running a fever of about 102 and my grandmother decides I need to go see one of her doctors named Dr. Chittum in either Albertville or Guntersville...I don't really remember but he still remembers me.

Anyway he looks at my leg and says to lay still while he probes the now 1.5 inch long opening and his probe hits something where there should be nothing. So I get sent to the X-ray room and he comes back after about 10 minutes and tells me and my grandmother that I have a large something about 1.5" wide and just over 2" long in my leg but he has no way of telling what it is unless he can take it out right then because it is working its way out each day and has now caused an infection; hence the 102 degree fever. So with me being restrained by my grandfather, another doctor and three nurses he proceeds to remove this "something" with nothing other than Lidocaine right in the already open wound. After about 5 minutes he had it out but I was out cold and the nurses start sewing up this deep cut from the inside out that is about 3" deep from where this ROCK had embedded itself. When Dr. Chittum pulled it out I blacked out because I felt every little thing he was doing right up until that point. I still had that rock up until about 5 years ago when I gave it a good heave into the Cahaba River down by my parents house just outside of Marion, AL. I still have the scar from the opening where they choose not to put the stitches since they were more worried about the deep tissue on my leg.  

[redwing7]

When i was about 12 me and some friends (anywhere from 8-16 of us depending on the day) would go out into the woods and have BB gun wars. (we didn't have paintball guns back then) Split into two groups and have a good ole time. Most of us had the old "one pumps" like Daisey red ryders and such, one friend got the new powerful crossman that you could pump up to ten. after a week or so of having fun with no injuries more and more of us began showing up. On that fateful day, i was cut off from my group and pinned down behind a big oak tree. Sitting behind the tree i decided to peek my head out to survey the situation, my friend with the powerful crossman was waiting. the sound was similar to a bee, he got be right in the lip and it penetrated about an inch back from point of impact past the corner of my mouth. Told my parents i got a fat lip horsing around with my friends but after about three days my lip was about the size of Mick Jagger's. Decided to surgically remove the BB myself with a razorblade but thought better of it and told my parents that i was target practicing and caught a ricochet. Mom took me in and the doc cut it out and all was better, needless to say it was the end of our BB gun wars.

p.s. Dad never did buy the ricochet story, seems he had a better grasp on ballistics then a 12 year old.

[Reschke]

I have a cousin that still has a 22 caliber pellet in his forehead from that same type of injury there redwing.