I closed Wolski’s. 
As to stupid injuries…
I nearly severed my finger as a child attempting to chop an apple in half like they did on the Ginsu commericals. That was a fun day at the hospital.
points and laughs HahahahahahaWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAheeeeeeee!
…says the girl who was once walking along a busy street and, lost deep in the pages of a good book, ran headfirst into a streetlamp pole and fell over. Strangers passing by were snickering. :o
Amen.
There are also some plastic guards (IIRC) that you can fasten to the front of the stove that minimize grabbing, though we never bothered with it - too intrusive. We did put knob covers to make it less likely that our own acute little angles would turn the stove on.
Though, as we found out, pot handles out of the way simply meant it was easy for a curious 3 year old to try to stick her finger into the flames on the front burner :eek:. I was right there and grabbed her finger before she did damage - my own scream was sufficiently frightening enough that she never attempted it again.
My little Mr. Wizard managed to break his collarbone playing touch football…
on rollerblades. :rolleyes:
This same offspring broke two fingers playing basketball during phys. ed. and split open his knee requiring over 30 stitches cutting across the grass at school. (There was a sprinkler valve housed in a steel box, the sharp corner of which was exposed slightly. He tripped over it.)
I’d like to blame my ex but I’m afraid he got those particular klutz genes from me.
I’ve heard of Buns of Steel, but I’ve never heard of someone actually sharpening theirs.
I broke my foot (not the toe, the little bone behind it) attempting to walk down one less step than actually existed. In the house I grew up in, where I’d lived for some 20 years.
And my honor student, the volleyball player, has sprained her ankle three times. We’d like to claim sports injury, but only the last time counts. And that time she stepped on another player to do it. The first time she fell off her shoe, and the second time she fell off a curb. She’s a bright kid, she just takes after her mother and grandmother.
I haven’t really injured myself stupidly, but I know people who have!
My sister, for example. In grade 8 or so, she was doing an obstacle course in the gym over lunch hour (part of a winter carnival the school had every year). Part of the course was going over a pommel horse, then touching the wall at the end of the room, and doubling back to go do something else. Somehow, going over that pommel horse, my sister broke her forearm. She didn’t fall, just probably put weight on it in exactly the wrong way. It wasn’t until she touched the wall, though, that she realised something was wrong.
Of course, the school being the safety-conscious place that it was, removed the wall touching from the obstacle course for the next round.
I also had a classmate in high school who dislocated her shoulder while playing badminton. I think she tried to smash the birdie back, and POP! out came the shoulder. Took a long time to heal.
I have listed my husband’s many bizarre injuries elsewhere on these boards, and they make for long stories, but “six stitches in the chin, sprained left elbow, broken right elbow, and dislocated right wrist requiring surgery and 6 months of physiotherapy” sum up one roadbike accident.
sucking teeth :eek: squick times pi
Many years ago, my brother managed to rupture an eardrum and break a finger simultaneously. He fell off his bicycle while he had his finger in his ear. It’s truly amazing that little kids ever survive to become adults.
What if he had answered “Elizabeth and Paterson”?
I really should confess about that romantic evening with my husband, shortly after we were married. We were cuddling in bed, and my nose was itching. I kind of rubbed my nose with the edge of my thumb, but the thumb slipped and went right into my eye. He laughed so hard he fell out of bed.
When I was a kid I split my forehead open on a toilet. I needed 17 stitches to close it up again. That’s what comes from chasing your baby brother through the bathroom! Instant karma!
Daniel
Well, since we’ve branched out from the subject of fingers…
I fell off a scooter when I was seven. Tried to go up a sidewalk ramp and the front wheel got caught. The scooter stopped and I kept going right over the handlebars. Splat! Three days in the hospital with a serious concussion.
When I was twelve I got into a game of keepaway (grab the ball from the other kid) on ice and snow. Splat! Smacked the back of my head on the little fence the ran in front of the school. Six days in the hospital with a major concussion.
In grade four they decided to redo the playground. One of the tetherball poles was laying on its side on the ground, held up at one end by a big glob of cement. I tried to balance on it on a two foot hunk of 2X4. Needless to say, I fell off. The 2X4 shot into the air and one corner slammed into my leg. Worlds biggest sliver! Three stitches.
Hey Kythereia, I feel your pain. I was waving at some friends who I’d just spotted on a bus and since I was walking backwards, I didn’t see the pole or the big electrical boxx attatched to it at head level…ouch! The friends were laughing themselves silly, last I saw…
When I was 10 I tried to swing around on a roundabout holding on with my hands and with my legs flying in the air like in cartoons. Turns out I wasn’t strong enough to hold on and flew like 30ft in the air. I broke all the fingers on my right hand, my middle finger in 8 places, plus two fingers on my left hand.
One time while water skiing we got into a contest to see if anybody could hold on while being dragged underwater at 30mph. The record was about .1 seconds. So I decided to try and break it. I concentrated all my effort into getting a death grip, then rolled in to the water, all the while holding as hard as I could.
I made it about .3 seconds, and sprained three fingers on my right hand, broke one and dislocated one on my left. which, by they way, makes it really freakin hard to swim. The friction of travelling through water is not to be underestimated.
One guy showed up at class with a neck brace one day. Of course, we all had to ask him what happened, and he told us that he got whiplash falling out of bed.
He never lived that one down. But he was a class clown so it didn’t bug him that much.
My ex broke his nose falling on ice with his hands in his pockets.
I met a woman who’d broken her ankle falling out of bed on her honeymoon. She would provide no further details, for some strange reason.
It’s good to know that there’s someone else out there! Last year, my gifted honor student (who is also astonishingly good-looking and wondrously kind and helpful - a generally nauseating ray of sunshine in a dreary…okay, she’s actually pretty much your average, if odd, teenager) tried to scratch her nose and missed, scratching her cornea instead. The doctor found it amusing, at least.
I can’t say much for myself. I once ended up in urgent care after slamming my own head in a car door, giving myself a concussion. And two weeks ago, I opened the car door into my face, barely missing my eye and giving myself a nasty shiner.