On my way to my car after my parents’ Christmas party last night I caught my high heel in the wet ground, fell down, and skinned my knee. Can you believe it? I haven’t done that since I was a little kid! Actually, I bloodied my knee and also, what’s worse, scraped the high holy hell out of a, I don’t know, five inch by three inch area of my shin. It stings like a motherfucker - it actually woke me up several times last night when I moved around and scraped it across the sheets. I don’t even have any first aid supplies of the right size to protect it, so it just hurts and hurts and hurts.
It’s seriously stupid - I mean, who skins their knees at age 30? (Besides truckstop hookers, I guess.) And what business does the kind of thing that makes a little kid cry have inconveniencing a grownup?
And of course when you’re a little kid you don’t have the immediate response of “Are you sure you’re okay to drive?” from everybody at the party, either. And then you tell them, oh, I caught my heel, I’m fine, I only had two glasses of wine and that was hours ago, nobody believes you. So everybody thinks you’re an alcoholic in denial who just drove off so drunk she scraped all the skin off her leg.
Make me feel better - what kind of dumb injuries have you received lately that have taken you back (and not in a nice way) to your playground years?
Oh hell, I am always bruised or scraped somewhere. I’m a total klutz even though I’m an active person. The guy that runs my morning Bootcamp class now just looks at me and shakes his head: “Again? Wha’d’ya do this time?” Me: shrug
It’s a good thing he knows my husband (and knows that I do damn near the same weight Hub does and could probably kick his ass) or he might be suspected of manhandling me
Funny you mentioned this. Yesterday at work I brushed against some wood and got a sliver in my finger. I haven’t had a sliver since I was 10 years old.
Come to think of it, what is it about slivers? Do only kids get them? Or are they building wood things better these days?
I didn’t have a single splinter between the age of ten until the age of about 43. That was when I moved to the suburbs and started gardening. Between weeding and mulching, I get them all the damn time.
I scraped my knee up something awful a couple of years ago when I was in my early 20s. I was throwing around a football with my brother and cousin on a gravel road. I was running and when I turned and tried to make a cut, my feet just slid right out from under me on the loose gravel and I slid a nice distance.
Honestly, though, I’ll take that kind of injury over the adult injuries I’ve been getting lately. I did something to me knee playing Frisbee on July 8th and it still hurts every now and then.
I’ve had two of these in the past year, and they were both acquired in incredibly stupid ways. The first one happened when I was attempting to open a window latch. The second one was when I pinched my thumb putting the cap back on a highlighter. I felt so dumb. “Oh, yeah, I injured myself with a highlighter.” D’oh.
Or having it turn to jellied protoplasm in the pool!
Seriously, I don’t remember this stuff hurting like this when I was a kid. I put one of those weird gel-slab bandages on it and all, and I’m limping around the house and wincing like I was in a damned car wreck or something. I guess I was just tougher when I was four feet tall, because this stings like you don’t even know.
I scraped my knee at work a couple of years ago - just walking down the hall, and caught my heel on the carpet somehow and down I went. It wasn’t too bad injury-wise, but I managed to tear the brand new pants I was wearing, which really annoyed me because I looked damn good in them!
I currently have a sore bicep - I think it’s from playing Zelda on the Wii a little too aggressively. When was the last time you had an injury due to a video game?!
I feel your pain of the skinned knee. I haven’t done it really recently (splinters, bruises, slices on the legs are another matter) but I did do it once rather spectacularly.
I was in the last semester of University and had a number of job interviews on the same day. I had 2 interviews at the company I had worked the previous summer and another screening interview on campus. Of course the two interviews at Company A were at different locations, but I knew there was a shuttle bus I could take (since I was a “bus person”) So Interview 1 went well, shuttle to Interview 2, it went well too, then Shuttle back to location 1 where could catch a direct bus back to campus. Getting off the shuttle my high heel (which I rarely wear) catches on the van door and down I go … hard onto the asphalt, taking out BOTH knees (and of course my hose) No time to bemoan my fate, since I was about to miss my bus. When I get back to campus, I run to the washroom, strip off the destroyed hose and dab at the damaged knees with a wet paper towel. And then I run to the interview. I still remember the look of horror on the interviewer’s face when she saw my bloody knees (blood running down my legs) … it was a very “interesting” interview to say the least. I didn’t get called back for a second interview … I wonder why? I did end up getting the job at Company A (worked there for 20 years) so I guess it all ended up ok in the end (well other than whole bankruptcy thing 20 years later), But man did those knees ever hurt! The throbbing of the nerve endings … what a horrible feeling!
January 13, 2010 - my friggen 30th birthday. I was at Disney. My boyfriend and I were visiting the parks with one of his old high school friends. We were walking through a parking lot and I went to step over a low hanging chain that divided the sidewalk from the parking lot. The damn thing was only about 1" off the ground and I TRIPPED over the damn thing. I went down really hard and my entire weight landed on my left knee. I ripped 2 holes in my brand new jeans and skinned my knee.
When we got to Epcot, I found the first aid building so I could clean it up. By the time I walked all the way there, I had blood down to my shin, which is strange because I am NOT a bleeder. Needed tweezers to get the crap out of the hole and lemme tell you, that really goddamn hurt. Of course, the walk from the parking lot to the first aid building was really painful too because not only do I already have chronically sore knees, as we already learned…skinned knees hurt more as you get older.
It took over 2 months for the damn thing to heal and I have a scar. But, it wouldn’t have happened if I didn’t have an awesome boyfriend who took me to Disney for my birthday so I can live with it. That doesn’t mean I didn’t whine a lot though.
Last winter I’d just left the house to go to work when I tripped over my own feet and fell hard on my left knee. It hurt so bad I couldn’t even stand up for a minute. I crouched over in a ball, swearing under my breath - my stocking was slightly torn and I could tell that I was bleeding, but I couldn’t really see the wound. For a moment I thought about calling my boyfriend and asking him to help me back inside, but then I thought, “It’s only a scrape, you baby,” and limped my way to the main road to catch a cab.
When I got home (7 hours later) and took off my stockings, it was quite a sight. Somehow I’d managed to dig a chunk of flesh right out - it was oozing blood and other gross things and my whole knee was swollen and red.
I still have a scar, although it’s faded a lot in a year. Still clearly visible though. Really annoys me in the summer when I wear skirts.
This thread is giving me images of Peter Griffin when he tripped and stubbed his knee. I was running down the driveway and tripped, doing the full on faceplant and palm slap on the ground. It was a year or two ago, but I haven’t done that since I was a kid either. I was pissed. I mean come on who does that after they’re 10?
