My husband bit his tongue one day, which resulted in a giant blood clot just under the surface of the tongue membrane. He wasn’t sure whether it was worthy of a trip to the ER, so he showed it to me.
“Ew!” I said, and took him to the ER to let them decide what to do about it.
“Ew!” said the first doctor to look at it.
“That’s nasty,” said the second one.
Fortunately it turned out to be a minor thing and the whole thing healed quickly.
One thing I have to say, 58 years of wearing glasses (followed by 4 years post-cataract surgery) may have resulted in my not instinctively protecting my eyes the way I should. I mean, that wouldn’t have prevented what happened this time, but I know from doing yardwork that I’m occasionally surprised when something flying at my face doesn’t bounce away.
That’s quite the adventure! Another oddness that occurs to me is that no one subject to epileptic seizures should be driving. It’s usually a disqualifying condition for a license.
In Arkansas, it is self reporting if you’re seizure prone in regards to driving lisc.
I should not drive for several reasons yet I have a valid lisc.
Having worked in an ER for almost two decades, I think this story unlikely, for many reasons. Still, se non è vero, è ben trovato
When I was a teen, I came home from school one day and decided to make brownies. I popped the pan in the oven then went to the living room to loudly play some records. (This was during the Dark Ages when people had stereos.) I got engrossed in the music and forgot about the brownies. Suddenly smelling them and worried they might be burning I ran back to the kitchen. On the way I somehow tripped and fell headlong into the door frame which ripped my forehead wide open. I went to the bathroom to grab a towel for my head, catching a glance in the mirror of my own skull peeking out. I would have freaked out but my little sister came home from school just then and I didn’t want to freak her out. I called Mom at work and she took me to the ER. I heard her gasp when they took the towel away from my head. Sixty stitches later and everthing was back where it belonged.
I’ve still got a scar decades later but it’s not real noticeable. I really don’t care though because my skull is still on the inside.
But what happened to the brownies???
When I had plastic surgery to fix my face after a car wreck the surgeon asked me if I wanted him fix my big forehead scar from my cousin hitting me with a baseball bat.
I decided no it was not important. It’s faded a bunch over the years anyway. Alas I still have facial scars. I’ll always have.
I had a freak, ER-bound accident today.
At 5 AM, I had a dream in which I was doing something kinetic— jumping? dancing? running? (It wasn’t sexual). Anyway, in real life I sprung up and to the side, hitting my head on the side-table as my body fell, half in bed and half onto the floor.
As others have noted, face/head cuts can bleed a lot. This one required eight stitches plus some glue at another spot. It’s between my temple and forehead above an eyebrow.
I’m grateful it wasn’t my eye; and that, despite the crunching sound I swear I heard (maybe that was still in my dream), no bones were broken (as the first CT scan in my life confirmed); that I live so close to a world-class hospital; that I can get away with not working for the next several days (not true most of the year), nor any fun or travel plans to cancel; and that Mrs. Map is so skilled and kind (she hates carpet stains, but she is taking this in stride).
I have the odd feeling that someone else did this to me. With a slip on the sidewalk, or a car crash, or whatever, it might not be your fault, but they’re always that feeling of “if only I had…,” or “how could I be so stupid or careless…”. But in this case, I feel like I couldn’t have done anything differently. Our sleeping/dreaming persona is simply “not me.” The other JKellyMap attacked me, plain and simple!
I just did a little research. I’m probably fine, but I will ask my doctor about this. It’s the second time I’ve fallen out of bed while acting out a dream; the first time was about four months ago (no injury that time).
(I posted this mainly in case the info can help someone else).
Let’s see– anaphlaxis in Seattle due to an allergy to stone fruit combined with exercise. Epinephrine is pretty awesome.
Hernia due to collecting stone for our rock wall. Doctor (who was a friend) went a little pale and said “If I can’t push this back in we’re calling a helicopter.” He pushed the intestine in–I thought I had food poisoning.
Broken collarbone on our first wedding anniversary. That was popular.
Bruised kidneys from my throttle sticking wide open–did I mention I ride dirt bikes? That was a 10/10 pain experience, and the first time I got fentanyl. Didn’t poop for a week and almost had to go back to the ER.
Another broken collarbone–see dirt bikes above.
Slipped walking the dogs and tore my quadricep tendon right off my kneecap. That was fun. Ambulance, backboard, the whole gig. That knee will never be right again.
Did you know that codeine can bring on a bout of acute pancreatitis? I do - now. Ten or twelve years ago I took some codeine after skin surgery, and an hour later woke up to the most godawful abdominal pain imaginable. The pain was all through my upper abdomen went around to my back. I had to go to the ER, where they did many tests, but ended up shrugging and sending me home. The pain resolved itself in about twelve hours, but left me exhausted and traumatized.
I wasn’t satisfied with the non-diagnosis, so afterwards Googled my symptoms. I didn’t come up with any conclusions at that time, but in the years since that event a lot more stuff has been posted on reputable medical sites showing a definite link between codeine and pancreatitis, though it is rare. The typical victim is middle-aged or older and is missing a gallbladder. That was me back in 2012.
Wow, that’s certainly a freak occurrence! Certainly much more impressive than my little story.
Two days ago I woke up with pain in my ankle every time it touched anything. I had a look and there was a reddish abrasion. But I had gone to bed perfectly fine AFAIK. Where did this come from?
It’s remotely possible that I may have scraped it across something the previous night and not noticed due to excessive consumption of Caesars and/or rum. Or that somehow, in some weird dream, I scraped at it with the toenails of the other foot, though it’s hard to imagine how that situation could occur.
Anyway, it healed rapidly, and I’ll just write it off as a fluke.
They were fine actually. We ate them for dessert that evening.
This happened to me! It was amazingly disturbing. I became somewhat unhinged over it.
The worst part:
Never got confirmation of it coming out. I may have just died and eventually worked its way either out or into oblivion
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Wow, nasty. Sorry that happened but glad it wasn’t worse.
I had something similar but was unhurt. Dreamed I was playing soccer, was taking a free kick in the dream, and next thing I knew I was waking up with my foot through the nearby windowpane. As I said I was uninjured, but the pane was broken and had to be replaced.
After that we moved the bed away from the window. Hasn’t happened since.
Aaaccckk. One better. Son-of-a-wrek had a wasp fly in his ear canal.
It stung, but you wouldn’t have known you’d have thought he was having “fit”, as in a seizure with dancing and screaming. Boy had some moves Nureyev woulda been proud to do.
We poured Swimmers ear stuff in til it basically floated out dead.