Why did I come into this thread? Why? queasy (it’s the fishing hook stories specifically – I have a thing about impalements)
I think that’s true of many many rugby players. An Australian player named Pinetree Meads was known for an incident where he had a compound fracture of the arm (I think, it was definitely a very nasty break) in the scrum and made the medics strap him up just enough so he could KEEP ON playing. And at the end of the game he’s reputed to have grumbled as they carted him off to hospital, “At least we won.”
I was working in a kitchen, next to the head chef. I bumped into a pizza peel, and after a series of things bumping into each other, I knocked his 9" chef’s knife off the counter and sent it twirling towards his foot. I reached out and snatched it by the handle mid-flight before it could pierce his foot.
He looked down to see me holding his knife about 3" away from his foot and said “…good catch.” We went back to work.
I had a pretty bad fall once down a small cliff and managed to break both elbows and one wrist. I drove home (it was a manual transmission).
In HS, I was talked into trying a ‘flaming shot’. I hiccuped and it burned out the inside of my nose. (People said it was impressive, flame out my nose almost a full foot.) I never sought treatment or fessed up to the injury, but Man that hurt.
(Kids, don’t try this at home…)
While running by a fence in HS, my foot slipped down a dirt hole with a sharp horizontal pipe at the bottom. It impaled my calf with my full body weight. I walked/limped home (50 stitches).
A few nurses have commented about my high thresshold of pain.
…I rolled into the parking lot behind my stolen motorcyle and produced a 12 guage and a 9mm and politely requested the gentelmen put my bike on the kickstand and walk slowly away…
Got out of the cuffs, got my bike back and broke up a bike ‘chop shop’ operation all in one night!
Nope, I am anterambo to the core. I did watch an ER doc piece together the shreds of the tip of my right forefinger after I’d run it through the router in my woodshop, but my hand was dead to the elbow at the time. I cry like a little girl just trying to pull a splinter out of my finger.
