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General Forums => The O' Club => Topic started by: Getback on March 07, 2009, 01:42:40 PM
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Mechanics post reminded me of an injury I had many many years ago when I was about 7 or 8. I grew up on a farm in Southwest Indiana. Owen county to be exact or Sweet Owen county as the locals call it. Tarzan was big in our lives back then and well so was hunting and cowboys and Indians. That all kind of came together one day.
One day my older foster brother Denny, my real brother Rick, and I were out in our pastor lands. Denny had his 45lb pull bow with him doing some target practice. We came to one of our favorite gullies where there was a couple of grape vines that we had cut so that we could swing across like Tarzan. Denny got the great idea that my brother should swing across the gully on the grape vine and he would shoot an arrow between Rick's leg. Now frankly to me this didn't seem to promote humanity (As I would put it today). However my, brother being the dare devil he was in the day, grabs the vine and swings across the gully. Swish, the arrow lands right between his legs.
Okay Ron (Getback) now your turn. Wow intense pressure there. Boy, peer pressure sucks. I mean I want to be manly but is this manly. I succumb, grab the vine with my shaking little hands and with tightened leg muscles push off. While swinging across I some how in mid flight get the brilliant idea to put both legs together upon landing. I'm really not sure if I was thinking I would make a smaller target or if I was trying to protect my jewels. Even a 7 year old knows about his jewels. Once I land thud! I felt very little pain but yet it felt like some one just punched my in the calf. With scared hesitation I look back and down to see a 3 foot arrow hanging out of my calf. Not exactly sure why, maybe because I thought I was suppose to, I start to cry. Denny comes over and says now don't be crying. So I stop. Hmmm, Denny thinks out loud, do I push it through and break it off or do I just pull it out. Okay, now I really want to cry. I don't though. He decides to pull it out. For just a split second you could see the muscle fiber in my leg but then wow did a gush of blood come spilling out. So he takes me down to the crick (Yeah I know it's creek, I claim country folk). He washes the wound out with the same cool clean water the cows have been pissing and dumping in. He then spits tobacco juice on it. Oh Yeah that's the antiseptic of choice..........not. We make it back to the farm house with a blood trail all the way.
When we get there he says wait here. He goes in and grabs a bandaid. You know the ones that are meant for the booboos. It almost covers the diameter of the wound. In the end it never got infected but did take quite a while to heal properly. To this day I can still feel that hole in my leg when I press on the scar. I have always been thankful it was a practice arrow. My foster parents never found out it happened.
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Ouch GB, bet that smarted at the time. The only odd injury I've had was while fishing on a boat in the English Channel. Was a bit bouncy out there, but nothing too bad. Had made up a rig with size 3/0 hooks (approx 2.5 inches long on the shank, with quite a wide gape). Attached the rig to my main line, turned round to tidy up the bits I had out, slipped on a loose bit of bait and promptly sat down - only problem is, where I was was an open box of 3/0 hooks.
Ended up with around 15 - 20 hooks in my backside. Skipper took a look, grabbed a length of line and doulbled it, laid each shank down parralel with my backside, put the looped line inside the shank, then pulled away from the line of the shank. Took em about 8 mins to pull all of the hooks out, laughing at me with every single one. Not the most painful injury, but probably the funniest looking back.
Wurzel
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Ouch GB, bet that smarted at the time. The only odd injury I've had was while fishing on a boat in the English Channel. Was a bit bouncy out there, but nothing too bad. Had made up a rig with size 3/0 hooks (approx 2.5 inches long on the shank, with quite a wide gape). Attached the rig to my main line, turned round to tidy up the bits I had out, slipped on a loose bit of bait and promptly sat down - only problem is, where I was was an open box of 3/0 hooks.
Ended up with around 15 - 20 hooks in my backside. Skipper took a look, grabbed a length of line and doulbled it, laid each shank down parralel with my backside, put the looped line inside the shank, then pulled away from the line of the shank. Took em about 8 mins to pull all of the hooks out, laughing at me with every single one. Not the most painful injury, but probably the funniest looking back.
Wurzel
:rofl :rofl :rofl Yikes, I think panic would have set in.
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Reading this forum reminds me I have a long life ahead of me... and somewhere along the line, I'm gonna top one of these
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Reading this forum reminds me I have a long life ahead of me... and somewhere along the line, I'm gonna top one of these
That's the spirit. :rofl
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I once woke up face down in the bathroom sink with blood running down(up?) my face. Turns out, I went sleepwalking and fell. A lot. I followed my blood trail from the sink all the way down the stairs to in front of the still open refrigerator, along with a partially filled pan of water and a package of hot dogs. :rolleyes:
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Oddest injuries are usually preceded by "Hey, watch this!" or "Hold my beer and watch this.". :noid
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Oddest injuries are usually preceded by "Hey, watch this!" or "Hold my beer and watch this.". :noid
You don't have to quote me!
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Look on the bright side, you owe a arror to some part of his body, as payment.
The great thing is no one has the say so of WHERE, but you. ;)
Oh happy days comin'.
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Mine:
Back in the days when I still attended University, one of my hobbies was making small movies with other students.
One day we were filming (a rather bizarre persiflage). My role was (appropriate for my height) a karloff-like monster.
We were filming the death of that monster during a police raid at a deserted industrial area (former steelworks). I ran away, was being shot, fell spectacular onto the gravel while tossing my sabre away.At first, all went well. We did a few takes until we ran out of blank cartridges. I was glad, because being completely unathletic, I was pretty much exhausted. Suddenly one actor discovered he still had some in his pocket, just enough give all guns another, last shot. So the director decided to go for a last take.
This time I was too exhausted. I threw myself into the gravel again, but I wasn't able to throw away the sabre with enough force. Instead of away, it went up. I didn't notice that instantly. I rolled on the ground came to rest on my back and opened the eyes...
OH SH** !!!
I saw the sabre directly overhead, tumbling in the air and coming down...on me! It actually felt like slow motion, but there was nothing I could do. I was like being hypnotized and watching the blade coming down onto my head...
Then he hit me above the upper lip, right between nose and mouth. Didn't hurt as much as I expected . Fortunately I hadn't been hit with the tip, and the blade was just sharp enough to pierce my skin down to the upper jaw but not able to hurt my bone. One inch lower, and I would had lost a few teeth. One quarter revolution more, and the sabre would had impaled me...
Funny enough, I was carrying so much makeup that nobody didn't notice that wound.. not even me. :lol Only when I got home 30 mins later and removed the makeup in the bathroom I discovered the clean, gaping cut.
Well the doctor that stitched my wounds at the hospital made big eyes and could barely hide his grin...
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people hurting themself in severe but not life threatning ways....is there anything funnier?
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people hurting themself in severe but not life threatning ways....is there anything funnier?
Me getting roundhouse kicked in the side of the head and K/O'd by my red-neck buddy when we were drunk? (apparently, he was a black-belt, and usually doesn't really get mad, never even seen him get mad, but he K/O'd me lol )
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I walked home from the local tavern one night and the next morning my foot was throbbing in pain and swollen. I was on crutches for the next month or so. Somehow I torn ligaments in the top of my foot. Never have figured out how I did that. :lol :noid
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Me, a friend, and his cousin were playing one day at my friends house and ran across his grandfathers old antique shotgun. We must have been 10-12 yrs old ish and the cousin was a year ish younger than us. The shotgun was real fancy looking with engravings all over it and I recall the end of the stock was inlaid with brass. Heck, the thing was as tall as we were. (taller than the cousin)
Of course it was decided that we just had to shoot it. So we head off into the woods behind his house and I go first. I was barely able to lift it up and fire it. The recoil was immense and knocked me back a step and left me nursing a sore shoulder.
My friend went next and he had to set it in the V of a tree branch to support it so he could fire. The recoil litterally knocked him off his feet.
Now it was the younger cousins turn and he was wanting to chicken out after watching the two of us. My buddie had a "brilliant" idea for reducing the recoil and assuaging his fear. He advised his cousin to put the stock about six inches in front of his shoulder so when he fired the recoil would be lessened. (at least, that was the "plan")
The cousin put the shotgun in the V of the tree and made sure the stock was 5-6 inches from his shoulder (he almost couldn't reach the trigger the poor little guy) and fired.
(i'm sure y'all know know what happens next and saw it from a mile away, but remember, were were just dumb kids)
The shotgun rocketed back and dislocated the cousins shoulder, broke his collar bone, and a rib or two. My friends Dad laughed all the way to the Emergency Room at what idiots were were.
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Me, a friend, and his cousin were playing one day at my friends house and ran across his grandfathers old antique shotgun. We must have been 10-12 yrs old ish and the cousin was a year ish younger than us. The shotgun was real fancy looking with engravings all over it and I recall the end of the stock was inlaid with brass. Heck, the thing was as tall as we were. (taller than the cousin)
Of course it was decided that we just had to shoot it. So we head off into the woods behind his house and I go first. I was barely able to lift it up and fire it. The recoil was immense and knocked me back a step and left me nursing a sore shoulder.
My friend went next and he had to set it in the V of a tree branch to support it so he could fire. The recoil litterally knocked him off his feet.
Now it was the younger cousins turn and he was wanting to chicken out after watching the two of us. My buddie had a "brilliant" idea for reducing the recoil and assuaging his fear. He advised his cousin to put the stock about six inches in front of his shoulder so when he fired the recoil would be lessened. (at least, that was the "plan")
The cousin put the shotgun in the V of the tree and made sure the stock was 5-6 inches from his shoulder (he almost couldn't reach the trigger the poor little guy) and fired.
(i'm sure y'all know know what happens next and saw it from a mile away, but remember, were were just dumb kids)
The shotgun rocketed back and dislocated the cousins shoulder, broke his collar bone, and a rib or two. My friends Dad laughed all the way to the Emergency Room at what idiots were were.
:rofl :rofl :rofl Yep saw that coming. Did the same thing but only with a 20 ga. Hurt like the dickens. I think I was 10. Oh same guy Denny.
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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 :uhoh
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Doing this sort of thing:
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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.
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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.
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lol thats looks nasty. As an ex-skateboarder i feel your pain.
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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... :furious
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... :o
Needless to say the BB gun was confiscated and wasn't given back for 8 months, 1 for each stitch I received. :aok
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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... :o
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. :uhoh
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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.
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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.
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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
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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.
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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 :( :lol :confused:
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this didn't happen to me but I caused it :lol
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
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this didn't happen to me but I caused it :lol
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
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thank god for the mouse
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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.
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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. :rolleyes:
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I have a cousin that still has a 22 caliber pellet in his forehead from that same type of injury there redwing.
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All three of mine hold a common theme...they all involve some sort of sport, and all involve rampant stupidity on my part.
1. Soccer, (football :) ) 7 years ago. Playing keeper, I came out really aggressively on a corner and plowed through a defender and a striker in an attempt to punch the ball out. Problem is, the striker was at the time winding up for a high volley strike. He got a yellow card. I got 2 bruised ribs and the wind knocked out of me to the point of temporary blackout.
2. Alpine ski racing, 3 years ago. (slalom) I'm on my friends skis, which are some incredible vokl's with a tiny turn radius. Problem is, hes a good 6 inches shorter than me...which means his skis are tiny. (155, if I recall) I'm tearing this slalom course a new one at Whiteface, until my weight starts shifting back. Instead of being smart and slowing down to get my weight safely forward again, I decide to "ride it out" by taking an even more aggressive line with the weight back. 3 seconds later, I'm airborne facing directly skyward. 4 seconds later, I'm in an orange fence flipping uncontrollably. 5 seconds later, I'm face-down in the snow, bleeding from my face. Took me off skis for the rest of the season.
3. Quasi skateboard racing-ish, 13 years ago. This one takes the cake. I grew up on a residential street with very little traffic, but at the top of a large hill. Therefore, my neighbors and I used to do all sorts of races and such down it. So at one point, we invented this strange activity which involved taking a skateboard, and riding on your knees on it. You could actually turn these ghetto-luge contraptions quite well, with a good grip on both sides of the board. So one day, we set up an awesome race course with chalk, and start burning down the hill following this course. Only problem is, our course planning was not particularly well thought out, (we being 10 years old, after all) and there was a poorly placed tight left turn. Well, I didn't make that turn, and my skateboard went over a sewage grate. The only way to describe the kind I'm talking about here is a metal grid of crisscrossing bars, spaced a few inches apart.
The wheels of the skateboard dropped into these gaps, and it promptly stopped. Inertia being what it is, I promptly continued forward, face planting violently into said storm drain. One broken nose and one missing permanent tooth later, (along with god knows how much facial bleeding) I was in the hospital. To this day, I have an odd number of teeth...but my braces later closed the gap.
The best part of this was watching my mom go out a couple days later with the vacuum cleaner, trying to fish my tooth out of the drain. :rofl
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thought of one more good one. this one is for the other welders out there. i was mig welding some plane low carbon steel when i melted the copper tip that the wire runs through. it was my last one so i attempted to fix it by using an old welding trick that is to press the tip down onto the steel and pulling the trigger as you pull the gun back. it worked "sort of" the wire kept getting stuck, so i pulled the tip off and cut the wire on a nice sharp angle. now holding the tip tightly between thumb and fingers and the wire in the other hand i began violently ramming the tip in an up and down movement to clean it out. "yeah you can see where this is going" of course i slipped and sent the wire into my right hand ring finger, in one side and out the other, much as it did with my middle finger and index finger. no real damage at all, but it did look pretty wierd seeing that wire sticking completely through three fingers and it hurt more pulling it out then when it went in.
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Redwing,
Was it a Lincoln Electric welder?
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1. When I was around 8 years old I was carving my first pumpkin on my own... Well I had one of those small pumpkins, maybe a diameter of 5 inches or so. Well I didn't think about that when I got a huge knife and stabbed through the pumpkin while I was holding it. The knife went all the way through and into my hand, no trip the the hospital just a rag over it until it stopped bleeding, I still have the scar.
2. At age 12 or so I thought it would be a great idea to roast marshmallows over the stove. My skewer of choice? Twist tie. After sticking the marshmallow onto the twist tie and putting it over the stove the twist tie was promptly set a flame and molten-on-fire-plastic dripped onto the top of my hand, burning it severely.
3. I thought it would be way cool to fill a water bottle full of butane and light it to see the huge flame. Well it turns out when you do that you shouldn't do it with one of those Bic lighters because it requires your hand to be right next to the opening of the bottle for it to light. Really hot almost invisible flames shot out and burned my hand nicely. Don't have any scars from it amazingly though.
Being only 16 years old it almost bothers me to think of how much more potential for pain there is in my life, heh.
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1. Freshman High School football: We only had 11 players so everyone played both ways...all game. Being the agressive tackler that I was I decide to do my best WWF german suplex imitation on this rather small punt returner. Picked him up fine. When to plant him over my head in the ground but seems that my knee decided not to turn with me...torn cartilage. Sat out 3 plays and finished the game, but made far fewer tackles.
2. College at West Virginia University: I had a rather large black labrador who went around 115lbs and was as tall as a Rottweiler. He was quite docile until one day as I was walking him down my street when a squirrel decided to run in front of him. Mind you this is the same squirrel he has seen everyday for 3 years and ignored. He decides to chase the squirrel. Since he never showed interest in the furry rat before I wasn't paying attention when he bolted. Stepped in a pothole on the sidewalk. Torn MCL on the opposite knee from #1. Worst part was while in the ER. The attending who ironically enough was my athletic trainer in high school grabs my leg and rotates in outward over 45 degrees (as in away from the body parallel to the floor). Got me 8 weeks in a full leg brace. Stupid dog....
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Redwing,
Was it a Lincoln Electric welder?
it was a Miller (millermatic 250)
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I just added another good one. I pulled a muscle in my back getting out of a chair Saturday.
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When I was young we did a lot of traveling. My Dad was a trouble shooter with Brown & Root back when they owned the world. We were passing through a place where my Mom and Dad had some good friends and they invited us to stay a few days. This turned out to be John Carroll. For those of you old enough, he was Zorro in the old movies and played the part of Woody (the cocky fella) in Flying Tigers with John Wayne.
He had 3 kids, 2 boys our age (approx 9 & 11) and a daughter that was a few years older. We had all gone into the woods to build a tree house. Later in the day I was up in the tree and everyone else had already climbed or jumped down. The lowest limb was a bout 10 feet up but seemed like 20 back then. Well of all the people that jumped down leave it to me to be the only one to land on a board with a nail in it. The nail came right up through my tennis shoe and out the top by about 2 inches. I thought geesh and put my other foot on the board and tried to pull off the nail. No luck... seemed to be stuck pretty good. No pain so I thought it had missed me between the toes. Well ol' John's daughter came over and gave it a good yank and blood went everywhere. Seems it had went right through my big toe and just grazed the bone.