First, let me say, he’s a smart kid. Three grade levels above his peers in Math; excellent grades in other subjects. But, when it comes to common sense… :rolleyes:
Also, it’s not a serious injury. Just some bruising and a little swelling of the first knuckle. So don’t feel guilty for laughing.
He has this bad habbit of plopping down, instead of sitting down. He plopped down on a wood kitchen chair when the injury occured. When he showed me the finger, I asked how he managed to sit on his finger.
My brother was holding a bowling ball. Well, actually, I think he was messing around, not just holding it. It slipped out of his hand. He tried to catch it. He managed to get his pinky between the ball and the tile floor.
You ever seen a finger that’s been split open like a cooked sausage? <queasy face>
Lemme tell you about the three time’s I’ve sprained the ring finger on my right hand.
About 3 years ago. I was in Phys. Ed. class and some kid threw a basketball at the wall, pretty much right in front of my face. I reached up out of reflex to catch it and it bent my finger way back. I get this curious numb feeling in my finger, but decide to do nothing. An hour later I couldn’t move the joint at all and within a few hours, it had turned purple all the way around.
About 2 years ago. Once more, I was in Phys. Ed. class (now I know why they make you sign that waiver), playing Bank with another class. Some kid runs past and I reach out to tag him, stabbing my finger into his neck. Hard. I’m surprised he didn’t scream, because I sure did. This time, recognized that pleasant numbness and went to put my hand under cold water. The joint didn’t turn purple, but it was pretty sore.
About 2 months ago. I had just returned from the convenience store when my dad comes out and tells me to go back and get some ice. I grumble and return to the store, buy the ice, and leave. I’m in the process of steering around a corner, you know, letting the wheel slide back through my hands, when my ring finger catches on the wheel and emits an audible SNAP! I yell a profanity and try not to bend my finger as I drive home, which is pretty much impossible. I did manage to guilt trip everyone at home, though: “If you hadn’t sent me out again to get ice at 10 PM this never would have happened!”
Moral of the story: Don’t take Phys. Ed. or drive if you’re as accident prone as me, because you will wind up with taped fingers for a week.
My mom broke her toe a couple of years ago. She hated to have people ask her what happened because she had to say, “The garage door opener was stuck. So, I got mad and kicked it.” (I told her she ought to say she was injured while rescuing a puppy from a fire or something, but no, she had to be honest and then be embarassed.)
A friend of mine tore her ACL a few years ago. She was a downhill skier, so she at least had excuse for it. Except… she tore the ligament at home, running to answer the phone. Slipped on a page of her study notes and went down like a ton of bricks. I know I shouldn’t have laughed when she told me, but I couldn’t help it.
A few weeks ago my dad was over at someone’s house. The person’s GF asked him if he’d like some tomatoes from her garden. Trying to be nice he said sure, he went out, picked some tomates and rolled his ankle on the way back in tearing a ligament. When he told my mom what happened she said “You have more tomatoes then anyone*, why where you picking tomatoes?” She was also a bit annoyed to find out that whose house it was…it was across the street from a bar so she knew where he was (Wolski’s for anyone in Milwaukee).
*He owns a produce store. We buy tomatoes about 1000 pounds at a time. He really didn’t need any, he was just being nice.
i’ve had several broken fingers & toes… a couple digits multiple times. mostly sports-related injuries (though once i got caught a finger in a closing car door. broke in two spots… ouch.)
but the worst, both the freakiest & most painful, was when i dislocated my pinky attempting to catch a football. it was bad enough that my little finger was unmovable & pointing 90 degrees away from the direction it should have been. it hurt enough receiving that injury; but oh your god, did it hurt when the doctor re-located the finger by placing a pen against the webbing of my ring finger, grabbing the dislocated pinky, and squeezing until the joint popped back into place.
A person close to me who shall be nameless but who was 15 at the time (and later went on to be a National Merit scholar) got a concussion while playing bridge. Yes, the card game.
There was a mirror behind his chair. He was twisting around to try to see if (and prevent) anyone from looking in the mirror at his hand, and while concentrating on the mirror and trying to assume the position he would have while playing, he hit his head on the table. Really hard.
That was a lot of fun to explain at the ER.
We were supposed to wake him up every two hours that night and ask him a question, like, “Who is the president?” My husband and I alternated so we could get some unbroken sleep. At 4 a.m. I was too sleepy to think of a question so I threw him a Thurber reference: “Name some towns in New Jersey.” He responded correctly with Perth-Amboy; I don’t know what I’d have done if he’d gotten it wrong, or if I would even have known. (For instance he could have said “terra-cotta.” I would have counted that.)
Reminds me of the time I broke my arm “skiing”…A normal person would have broken it on the slopes. I however, broke it in the LODGE! (while wearing ski boots)
Summer of Grade Four. I’d gone to the park with my parents and found a big rock that someone had painted. I persuaded my parents to let me bring it home. Bad idea.
I brought the rock into the basement so the paint wouldn’t get washed off in the rain. Since I was small and the rock was a good size, of course I lost my grip before I got it all the way down to the cement floor. Unfortunately, I didn’t move my finger first before the rock actually made contact with the floor. Splat.
I’m glad my kid isn’t the only klutz. I’m pretty accident prone, but the only stupid finger injury I can think of is, when I sliced open my finger on some dry ramen noodles I was breaking apart.
si_blakely, your post reminded me of the time I slammed the cabinet shut on my arm. My husband laughed until he cried too.
When I worked at McDonald’s, I was doing this cool trick where you put your fist inside a foam coffee cup, then squeeze your fist and the coffee cup explodes out from around your hand.
Cut me once. The foam cup caused me to bleed (only slightly significantly).
Just make sure she doesn’t get confused, mix the two stories up, and announce that she broke her toe by kicking the puppy! :eek:
I broke my right elbow while attempting to step up from the parking lot, onto a median separating two sections of the parking lot. I broke my left elbow somersaulting down a flight of stairs. I once badly bruised (thought I’d broken) a toe while attempting to walk down one more step than actually existed on the flight of stairs… the stairs in my own home, where I’d lived for several years at the time. I’m such a klutz :mad:
My little angle (five) has started reaching for pots and pans on the stove “to help mommy”. I’m scared to death that she’s going to burn herself. What do you do to keep them from playing in the kitchen?
Keep all pan handles turned toward the back of the stove to make them harder to reach. Then, if you catch her trying to reach for something on a hot stove, scare the holy hell out of her. Holler and throw a fit. Make her sit in time-out-- anything to impress upon her that you’re really, really upset about it. My mom says that’s what she did and I was so startled by it that the lesson really sank in and I never tried reaching for things on the stove again.
