When I was a toddler, I got heaps of ear infections, but I quickly grew out of them. Last month I went to sit up in bed, and the whole room literally spun. Long story short, In the space of 24 hours, I was in emergency three times and in a ambulance twice. I had nearly two weeks off of school, right before my final exam period.
I just want to know how my kids’ generation escaped their childhood without stubbing their toe.
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I broke my right wrist when I was 8 and my left arm when I was 15.
I’m now 55, and broke my left wrist last March.
Got one after snorkeling three years or so ago. It hurts like getting a drill to the head.
I’m getting cuts, splinters and bruises on a regular basis; just last week I ended with a scrap 15 cm long along my right forearm when the bus driver stepped on the gas half a second after my foot got on the door step, I fell sideways and when I tried to grab a handrail I ran my forearm over a jagged metal edge (you see a pattern of utter disregard for safety standards, don’t you?)
Not a big injury but it ended up with the typical long scabby scratch of days past.
I got scabby knuckles from inadvertently clocking a coral a few months ago, which I mention because somehow it proved to be a mystery cure for warts (something kids seem to be interested on for some reason), I had a wart on a finger close to the scrapped area for 3 or 4 years at least. Within a month of the event it was completely gone.
And unlike when you were a kid, as a grownup you can’t let yourself pick at that long scabby scratch. And you really want to.
I also got boo-boos on my knees recently, but not as bad as yours, Zsofia. I slipped on lettuce in the produce section at the grocery and boom! was down on both knees! I have lovely bruises on both kneecaps, and my first thought was, “I haven’t seen my knees looking like this since I was 10!”
Or in that truck stop parking lot, of course. Did you take the bazillion dollar personal injury lawsuit?
This is a few years ago now, three or four, but I was home alone easter weekend, and decided to go to the grocery store on Saturday. Somehow or other I slipped in the parking lot. I don’t know how, it wasn’t raining but I hardly remember what happened, just that suddenly I was on my face.
And I do mean on my face. I sprained a wrist, scraped my knee and calf all up, hit my chin and my nose on the ground. Really, there was no saving from that at all.
It took about ten days for the chin to heal fully, along with the scraped knees and calves. The wrist - I went to the doctor, but it was fully three months before I had all of the strength back in it - i couldn’t lift a heavy pot of water with that hand, for example.
It sucks to fall after thirty or so.
Me. Was walking along, blissfully unaware that my right foot was on an inclined concrete ledge and my left was on a flat sidewalk. Until I took that one step and suddenly found myself sprawled on said sidewalk. Tore the knee on my pants, bloodied my knee, and got a pretty good gouge in there as well.
I sprained my thumb. I don’t know if that really qualifies as a typical childhood injury, but I haven’t done it since I was young.
At that time I don’t remember it being a big deal. Now, as an adult, I have to wear a brace and undergo 4 weeks of physical therapy! (Yeah, it’s a bad sprain, but come on!)
Ohh ohh! Pick me!!
About 2 months and 2 weeks ago I hit my head on the playground. Yep, the playground. I was with my 2 year old and stood up to fast. When it was still killing me the next day we went to the ER. Over the next two weeks I had two MRIs and a CAT scan, saw three different doctors and missed a week of work. They decided I had/still have a post concussion headache. Damn thing doesn’t feel better with any kind of pain killer, even Vicodin did nothing. Doesn’t sound too manly; “So how did you hurt your head?” “I hit it on the monkey bars.”
This past weekend I bit my lip hard enough to make it bleed. Once again I blame my kid. I leaned over to kiss him goodnight and he sat up. Didn’t phase him, and I ended up trying to ice the inside of my lip. The best part is that the only kind of ice pack we had on hand was the ones you give kids to gnaw on when they are teething. When my friend showed up I was basically sucking on a Winnie the Pooh pack with blood on my chin. Nice.
Oh, deadly. 
Did you at least have the sense to do it when nobody was looking? Because there’s nothing that makes you feel cooler than having ten people run over and ask if you’re okay.
As far as I know. 
Took a long time for the gouge in my knee to heal. I remember whacking the scab on the front seat while getting out of the back seat of someone’s car and wincing in pain.
Me? All the time.
Of course, in my house, I’ve custom-built a stereo cabinet, three bookcases, two cabinets for DVDs and VHS tapes, my wife’s bedside table, a rolling cart for the kitchen, a computer cart for my wife’s home office, and a couple other random pieces of furniture. Plus I’ve built shelves into four of our closets.
And in the course of each of these projects, I inevitably have to extract some splinters.
Holy hell, are you me? That’s exactly the same scenario that played out in front of my house a couple weeks ago. Except I also scraped up the knuckles on both hands; looked as though I’d gone a few rounds with Mickey Rourke.
Add me to the list. I just cut the pad of my index finder with scissors while trying to get one banana from a bunch.
At least you weren’t running with the scissors; were you? :eek:
I was not paying attention while taking something out of the oven recently, and burned a spot on my right wrist against the “top” burner, which I’d apparently temporarily forgotten about.
Less than an inch below the current fleshy scab is a scar from the last time I did the exact same thing 28 years ago.
Last spring breakup a friend and I were skirting a huge water filled pot hole in the back parking lot of our bingo hall when somehow I tripped and tumbled (almost doing a sommersault) into the puddle full board. When I regained full composure I was sitting in the middle drenched with water, gravel and mud. I got up and scurried to the restroom and cleaned up as best I could and still played Bingo. No, we didn’t win, giggled at my stamina though. I was still picking out gravel out of my body a week later.
Then this past summer while leaving a friends house (who had just had a screen door installed that protruded off the edge of the porch) I misstepped as I was yelling “later!” looking back over my shoulder when I fell big time.
Somehow I skinned BOTH my shins equally the same. Bad. I wish it was video-taped so I could get an instant reply to see how I managed to pull this stunt. :smack:
About the stubbed toes. Could it be we were wearing cheap flipflops back then and when the thing that holds them together popped out you stubbed your big toe?