When I was 4 I was coming out of the bathroom and I stopped as I was just looking around and the door closed on my right index finger. I didn't feel anything for a few seconds then i realized the door edges were sharp and can cut fingers. I moved my finger around and I cut my finger pretty bad and so wide open, A SPIDER WENT INTO IT! I spent a month in the hospital to get my right index re-attached since it almost got completely cut off. If you wanna see what it looks like right now, click the link below.
A couple of weeks ago, I was jumping on my trampoline as I waited for my mom to come home so she could take me to Burger King.
As I a1ttempted a backflip, I saw my mom coming down the alley, and I was like, "Yay!" However, I stopped doing my backflip, and almost hit my neck. If I hit at a slightly sharper angle, I would have broken my neck.
On my 13th birthday, I was swimming in the pool (I was on vacation in Minnesota) and while I was in the shallow end, a floating bed thingy came and pushed me under. I broke 2 toes...I think. I was limping around for days.
At one of my old friend's 14th birthday party (at least I think it was his 14th...), we all went up to his third floor and decided to mess around. We (that's me, him, and about 6 or 7 others) saw a treadmill in one of his rooms. Seeing as how all of us were retarded, we decided to turn the treadmill up to it's HIGHEST speed and then run and jump on it. Seeing as how I was the most idiotic at the time, I volunteered to be the first to go. I ran, jumped, fell, went flying across the room and got slammed up against the wall. I wasn't hurt really, but I had a GIGANTIC @$$ cut running down one of my legs. It had an akward whitish liquid coming from it at first, then it started to bleed...and didn't stop bleeding for a week or two (I had to bandage it up like crazy). It was really stupid on my part and I deserved what I got. But good God was it funny. XD
REALLY bad grocery-cart slamming accident to the back of my right heel. Took out huge, untold amounts of flesh. Took a week and a half to patch up so it wasn't bleeding, but there's a huge scar there now.
At one of my old friend's 14th birthday party (at least I think it was his 14th...), we all went up to his third floor and decided to mess around. We (that's me, him, and about 6 or 7 others) saw a treadmill in one of his rooms. Seeing as how all of us were retarded, we decided to turn the treadmill up to it's HIGHEST speed and then run and jump on it. Seeing as how I was the most idiotic at the time, I volunteered to be the first to go. I ran, jumped, fell, went flying across the room and got slammed up against the wall. I wasn't hurt really, but I had a GIGANTIC @$$ cut running down one of my legs. It had an akward whitish liquid coming from it at first, then it started to bleed...and didn't stop bleeding for a week or two (I had to bandage it up like crazy). It was really stupid on my part and I deserved what I got. But good God was it funny. XD
That deserves a siggy. C:
Originally posted by XUioX
too hard and too long.. the rest of it was easy though.
Originally posted by roundb0x
i still have photos of my dad dickfeeding me when i was like 5
When I was six I jumped off a trampoline head first and broke the fall with my right arm. My fall wasn't the only thing that I broke. Why I ever decided to do that is beyond me. I don't even remember anything until after I broke my arm. Maybe I was showing off. I was playing with some of my friends, two of which were girls.
I have a lot of stupid injuries, only 3 of which were serious. And something I saw someone do.
When I was young (unknown ages):
(2 or 3)Decided it'd be a good idea to put my hand on a lawnmower muffler after it was turned off. Needless to say I burnt my hand pretty bad.
Running up a flight of steps at a hotel in Florida, sliced about a 1" circle of flesh off my big toe.
The door handle to the storm door in my old house is broken. Usually the handle is turned down so you can push the glass and get through the door. I pushed into the glass, and put my arm right through it.
Climbed on an untreated wooden jungle gym. 45 splinters and 2 hours later, I was better. (They were all in my hands/wrists/arms, and let me tel lyou, getting those out hurt).
Riding bikes on some old coal mines. Was getting chased by a dog and fell on my bike going down a hill. Hit a rock and cut about a 4.5" gash on my left thigh. Scar.
More recently:
7th grade: While playing ultimate frisbee, one of my classmates threw it to the endzone and lead another fellow classmate. As the one in the endzone was running, he didn't notice the basketball hoop between him and the frisbee. He faceplanted right into it, did a backflip, and landed on his back. He got right up and started playing right after.
7th grade: Playing basketball, I went up for a rebound and landed on someone's foot. Twisted it up really badly. Severe ankle sprain, 5 days of non-weight bearing, 3 months of no physical activity. In 7th grade, 3 months of not being able to run around at recess SUCKS.
9th grade: Playing capture the flag in my backyard. I was behind my house watching the flag, and saw someone run for it. I sprinted down the hill, but forgot how steep it was and tripped. My left knee hit the ground, and I basically kicked myself in the back of the head. I couldn't lift my leg. It was horrible. After a family vacation in which my mom told me (for a week) I pulled a muscle (even though I couldn't move), we went to the doctor. I tore 2 muscles (partially). The one connecting hip-thigh and that side muscle from upper body-leg were partially torn. Also pulled groin muscle.
11th grade: Playing football, I tried to go through someone instead of around them. His face hit mine, I broke my nose. Day before school started. And I was having a party.
Fr. year of College: I was rock climbing. Bouldering at the wall at school. I did a dyno (jump from one set of rocks to another) and I grabbed the rocks, but my body's momentum threw me off. I landed on my left ankle and twisted it in a horrible painful way. I heard it pop in my ankle and my knee. Long story short, 6 months later I find out I tore 2 ligaments. The ones that hold the Tibia and Fibula together. One was 95% torn, other about 30%. They put 2 screws in to hold it together, and now I'm waiting for removal in December.
tl;dr version: I'm really ****ing stupid, and amazing at getting injured. I don't really even know why I'm still alive sometimes.
I was stirring coffee for my dad when I was younger, and I ended up tipping the cup of scalding coffee all over myself. I had to go to the hospital. They removed skin off my arm with tweezers. I remember it.
I was dancing to the opening theme song of Gundam Wing* when I was 12/13. I landed wrong and sprained my ankle.
I tend to cut myself on cardboard whenever I am around it.
That's all I can think of for now.
*It's called Just Communication, if anyone is interested.
Originally posted by Tasselfoot
whatever you do... don't **** a walros.
Originally posted by funmonkey54
*knock knock*
*opens door*
Hello sir, I am a representative from eBay.
Um, ok. May I help you?
Yes, I am going to need some more information. What is your social security, work hours, sperm count, sexual orientation, and hours of absence from your home?
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