I fought the stick and the stick won (or: When hockey sticks attack)

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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So I have stitches, three of them, granted not a great number but still.

Today I was playing hockey, I came in low towards my friend in order to tackle him and as I did, he passed, his stick swinging round and landing with a resounding thud on my upper left forehead. Cue calls of “Medic!” and he and I running to the office for bandages.
Then to the hospital (which fortunately is just across the road) by this point I am literally drenched in blood, my hockey shirt is a rusty brown with vague patches of blue and my left cheek is soaked in blood. In hospital I waited around until it was time for suturing, the nurse began to stitch until I hear “Whoops” and feel something warm and wet in my ear, it turns out one of my arteries had been hit and I was splurting blood into my own ear, he “deep sutured” and that was it.
So here I am now, with a 1.5 cm laceration, a lump like an egg and a headache that could stop a rhino at twenty paces. You should have seen the ammount of blood on
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[li]My face and clothes,[/li][li]The hospital bed’s pillow,[/li][li]Hi Opal![/li][/ol]
Share your bloody sports stories here.

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Well, I wasn’t playing a sport unless you want to call Truth or Dare a sport heh.

Try falling down on a cellar door.

That was metal.

And in the corner.

With your forehead.
I remember seeing blood all the way down to my toes(sandals!). Ugh.

Hope you feel better though!

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This doesn’t really count as a sport, but it’s funny, so I’ll share.
I was with a group of friends in high-school drama class, and we were playing a game called “The Shoe Game”–where everyone pairs off by numbers (pair 1, pair 2, pair 3, etc.) and a shoe (usually someone’s spare sandal or sneaker) is dropped in the middle of the room. A person calls out a number: “1” or “1 billion!” and pair 1 or 1 billion has to run like hell for that shoe. Whoever gets it first wins for their side.
(That made no sense, right? I’ll get you lot to play it next TrannaDope. ;))

So, the teacher called my pair–“5!”–and my opponent and I went scrambling for the shoe as everyone whooped and cheered us on. I dashed, he darted, I flew, he sprinted…

…I slipped on the floor, I went sliding headfirst into the cabinet, I cracked my head and went into shock. :smack: Fortunately, it was only a minor bump with a very big bruise, and I was able to wobble back home at the end of the day.
There was also the time I was hit in the chest with a basketball during a court match… owie.