I was in the shower and noticed that the sliding glass shower door was coming off its groove. I tried to yank it back into place, and one of the doors came loose and crashed down on my foot, just above the toes. Yeeeeoowww! I’m lucky nothing was broken.
I lifted something too heavy when spring cleaning and tore the acromio-clavicular muscle, necessitating physical therapy.
More PT was needed when I pushed a heavy box of books on a dolly up a steep sidewalk to a building.
These all happened more than a year ago. I’ve grown more careful since then.
I had a thread about this, but the last dumb injury I had was when I offered to hold some lady’s baby while she looked through her purse for her credit card. And the baby punched me in the eye. Right in the eye with his stupid little baby fist.
This was many years ago. I had stopped at a bicycle supply store and was looking at the bicycle tires they were selling. For whatever reason the store kept the stock of tires it had on hooks that were placed high enough that I had to jump to get one off a hook.
So, after I had finished looking at the tire I jumped again to put it back on the hook and my right foot came down toes first instead of coming down flat or heel first. OW! Immediate very sharp pain which turned out to be a fractured toe - the middle toe if I recall correctly.
Why that foot came down toes first (and thus the fracture) and the other didn’t I couldn’t possibly explain, but I definitely found the whole situation really stupid.
I was on crutches for a time. I don’t recall how long that was, but do recall it was very tedious. The toe has been fine since then.
I got a nasty bump after being struck on the head by a chunk of frozen hamburger falling out of an overhead freezer.
Once broke my big toe when it got caught in that gap between the elevator and the floor. I was in my socks, wrestling with someone. In an elevator.
My parents used to have a shitty lawnmower that could only be turned off by disconnecting the spark plug wire. I’d put on a gardening glove and just yank it loose. Once I forgot and used my bare hand to pull the wire loose and I’ll never forget the jolts of electricity shooting up my arm in perfect sync with each revolution of the engine.
I would have thought that no one could effectively spell that. I would have been wrong.
Mine is minor. I had been chatting up a girl for a couple of weeks and we were really excited to finally have a first date. That night, I drove out to her place and knocked on the door. She let me in and immediately jumped up to give me a kiss. Lovely, except that I wasn’t expecting this so it completely threw me off-balance and we both tumbled to the floor. Somewhere along the way, I must have smacked my face because I had a nice bruise.
I was working on a freight elevator. Opened the hatch climbed on top. I was working on one side and wanted to check something on the other side. Walked right across the hatch, stepped right in the middle of the open hatch. Next thing I know I have landed against the shin of the leg in the air against the hatch. I had to go to personel and have them get someone to drive me to the docs. I still have a compressed chip in my right leg.
The worst was filling out the accident report form. To the question “How could this accident have been prevented?” I answered “by closing the hatch when on top of the car or not working on elevators”
Wasn’t that at the gym? I’m telling you, that baby was stronger than he looked.
Just this past Wednesday, I managed to walk into my daughter. She zigged when I thought she was going to zag and I ended up kicking her bare heel with my bare toes. Fortunately, the snap I heard must not have been bone breaking, as I first thought, because it’s much better now. But it was a lovely purple color for a couple of days there. Still is, some.
Of course, the time I walked through the utility room and bashed my little toe on my husband’s bowling bag? That one was broken. And the time I walked through a door and bashed the little toe on the door frame? Broken. I don’t ever want to see x-rays of my feet.
Instead of going the extra three steps and opening a closet door to get my safe step stool, I used a short bar stool that was right there and handy. It’s 2 feet tall. I climbed aboard to fix a blind that was bugging the shit out of me and the next thing I knew I was laying with my face planted in the carpet. Lost consciousness for a brief moment, awoke to severe head and nose pain, blood. I didn’t even notice my wrist and leg until I hauled my ass off the floor. My left wrist was broken. So was my nose. I still have a scar on my left leg from scraping it on the stool. It’s about 10 inches long. And my left wrist will never be the same 'cause my health insurance wouldn’t cover physical therapy.
Dumb at-home accident ended up costing over $20,000 (surgery on the wrist) and was a foreshadowing of other delightful life events of late like no job, bankruptcy and foreclosure.
No wonder it can kill older people when they fall and break a bone. I’m only (only !) 45 and this injury just seemed to suck the life right out of me.
Scar on my lip: Freezing a can half-full of Pepsi. Tearing the can in half just below the level of the Pepsi ice and eat the ice straight from the can.
Scar on the back of my hand: Let’s not pay attention when taking something out of the oven with the electric broiler element still on.
Scar on finger: What’s that son? You need a hole made in your belt? Let me use this kitchen knife and I don’t need to put it on a table. I’ll just hold it. There’s the hole and there is the muscle in my left index finger.
I wanted to try to stretch a kink out of a few feet of steel cable, so I looped one end around a beam in the garage. I had a big flat sprocket, about 18" across and 1/2" thick steel, discarded from a stone crushing plant, and I poked the other end of the cable through that and looped it around a nail so it could not pull out. This made the sprocket hang a couple inches above the floor like a rope swing.
Then I sat on the sprocket and watched the kink straighten out part way. I tried to get it to go further by bouncing, which seemed to help but was difficult to do. I was trying to figure out how to bounce in a sitting position, and getting better and better at it, which was working pretty well on the kink, though I did have to wrap my fingers around the edge of the sprocket to hold on.
I had just opened a can of raviolis and was carrying it to a bowl. I was using the can opener to carry it and about halfway there, the can slipped loose. Raviolis went everywhere and the can caught my big toe.
Oh, I forgot my favorite. I was laying in bed watching tv one night and decided to leave my room for some reason. The only light in the room was coming from the tv. In one fluid motion, I walked to the door, opened it, and tried to walk through it. Right as I was passing through the doorway, I got hit hard in the forehead so hard all I could see were stars. I didn’t know who had just punched me in the head or what they wanted, but I doubled both fists and got ready for the second one to see if I could tell where I needed to strike. I probably stood there like that for 30 seconds before my vision came back. Once I could see, I saw that the door was only halfway opened. I had managed to open the door at the right angle so that I rammed my forehead into the thin side of the door and it was backed up by the strength of the rest of the house.
The best(or worse, depends on how you look at it.) started off with me sitting on the hood of a friends car outside a party. People came and got in car to run to the store and being the smart-ass I am, I stayed on the hood while they were pulling out. I continued to stay on the hood as they headed down the road. The car was doing probably 20-30 when I saw the stop sign coming up. Knowing my friends I decided that jumping off was preferable to waiting for the brakes to be slammed upon at any moment. I figured “no problem I’ll just hit the ground running and if that doesn’t work I’ll do a tuck & roll.”
What I should have done-jumped and landed with my feet parallel with the car.
What I did-jumped and landed with my feet perpendicular to the car which worked for about one step until what was forward momentum turned into sideways momentum. It was the first and only time I’ve been able to do a flip. Too bad I landed on the opposite end of what I was supposed to.
I walked away with a black eye, a bump on the head and some road rash. Later I was told they were just going to drop me at the stop sign and make me walk back.
I gave all my old ones in the previous thread about this subject. Not to worry! I have new material.
Three weeks ago, we finished taking the finals for our last class. A few of us went to buy a celebratory six pack of Dos Equies. Unfortunately, we didn’t have a bottle opener. Fortunately, I know how to open a bottle with pretty much anything that’s hard and flat. So I used my car keys. I lost grip of the keys and ended up cutting huge gashes in my finger when it hit the sharp end of the bottle. Fortunately, we had a six pack of anesthesia for the pain
The first and only time I’ve been snow skiing –I blew out my ACL. At least I was heading downhill, albeit out of control, when mine happened. On the same day and at the same ski park, one of my coworkers blew his out while he was getting pulled back up the bunny hill on the tow rope.
When I was 12, I broke both arms when I running and tripped over a tent stake loop, landing full force on my forearms.
One day, my wife came in from retrieving the trash container from the curb, crying and with a big red mark on her cheek. We have a big 90 plastic gallon trash bin with a hinged lid on it. Just as she got to the bin, a big gust of wind kicked up and the lid flew up and smacked her in the face. She had a black eye and a bruised check the next day, when she went for a big job interview. Fortunately, she got (and still has) the job.
