Your Worst/Most Disgusting Injury

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Reading the thread about getting shot I was trying to think about the worst thing that has ever happened to me.

When I was in sixth grade I fell off the bleachers right onto my right arm. I broke both bones in the arm about an inch below the wrist, which hurt like hell. But almost worse than that was the way it looked…my wrist had a distinct z-shape to it, almost cartoonish. The bones had snapped and then the two sides had overlapped one another. That was totally freaking me out.

Not horrible, I mean there was no blood so how bad can that be?

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Heheheheheh.

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I was skiing on a snowmobile trail in a blizzard and was skating along at about 20 miles an hour when I saw a “SLOW” sign stretching across the road. I thought I could simply go around it but ended up clotheslining myself on a 1/4" metal cable that was strung between a couple of trees. It knocked me unconscious for a few minutes and shattered my goggles. The lens ripped into my left eyelid and eyebrow/forehead. Luckily I didn’t lose much blood because the wound had frozen.

I ended up getting about ten stitches but looked like I had been hit with a baseball bat.

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Mine’s pretty mellow too… High school football, playing Corner Back. Second game (first home game) Option pay comes my way, I seal off the back (option) while one of our linebackers comes giving his best attempt to put their quarterback in the hospital. QB options to back, I hit him with a high chest/head tackle (gotta make it look good when you take him down, there are girls watching afterall)… my left arm was across his helmet, with my left shoulder across his chest and my right wrapped around him… he was on his way down hard when that same linebacker somehow managed to change course and join the tackle. His helmet hit my left arm, which couldn’t move because the running back’s head was in the way. CRUNCH

so I scream something that I probably wouldn’t say infront of my mom to this day and the coach calls me over… I figure I’m getting yelled at for swearing on the field… he asks if I’m ok, and I say “I dunno, arm feels weird” (god I love adrenaline), so I go see the trainer (this is where the story gets kinda funny)… His test to see if my arm was broken was having me squeeze his hand as hard as I could. I look at him and point out that I’m a 16 year-old that’s been lifting 7 days/week for 3 years, and he’s, well, NOT… he tells me to do it anyway… (this goes back to the adrenaline) after breaking one of his fingers and dislocating two he informs me that I’m fine to finish the game… I actually scored a touch down on a pass I caught in that game too (tightend and cornerback… we had a small team and I developed early on)

finally a couple days later my arm is still hurting like hell, so my dad takes me to the hospital… xrays come back… poof end of season… (and damnit, I was starting both ways)

not wanting to miss out on an opportunity I turn to the doc and say “this really hurts… can you give me a scrip for morphine?” to which he responded “this happened three days ago, you told me you worked out twice, went running, and waxed the hull of your wind surfer… NO YOU CAN’T HAVE ANY MORPHINE!” my repsonse (smile on lips) “well I guess percoset would do <wink>” then he realized I was joking

next season destroyed my hip flexer… season after that doc said my knees were too screwed up for it to be a good idea to play anymore… damnit.

atleast I got my one touchdown

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Cut most of my heel off once. Drunken gymnastics. Did a flip onto broken glass. Not pretty. Had to have it cleaned out with a wire-bristled brush. Ditto on the adrenaline. That and the blood loss, I didn’t feel a thing.

Bent my other foot in half once at the arch. Another gymnastics accident–not drunk this time. Doing a forward flip, accidentally landed on the top of the foot instead of the bottom. Pretty gross. My foot was midnight black for weeks.

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Oh, I forgot to add that they sewed the heel back on. Good as new eventually.

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My sister moved the racks on my oven and I was taking out a pizza and the top of my right hand came in contact with the glowing red electric element. It hurt, but not excrutiatingly so. I ran cold water over it a while…
then looked at it…
My right index finger from 2nd to 3rd knuckle was red and black and gooey. Loosely dressed it with guaze and antibiotic ointment. Two, three days later, I wake from a sound sleep with excrutiating pain enveloping my right hand. Peek under the dressing—no redder, less oozy, but MUCH more painful. It took months to heal and years for the scar to deminish. And looked like hell forever.
Don’t let your sisters in your kitchens, I beg of you.

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Dog bite. Face. 40 stitches. There was a lot of blood. Almost took my whole nose off, and the left side of my nose is kinda funny looking now. The scars have mostly faded, but I think it still looks funny. I have considered plastic surgery to correct this, but I’m still just thinking about it. Second worse: Concussion when I was 12 after I fell of my horse. When I got knocked out, I peed my pants. Very embarrassing to a 12-year old.

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Self-inflicted or accidental?

Back in '96 ('97?) I made the mistake of getting into a vehicle with a drunk person. We wound up slamming into a forest travelling at about 90mph. Because I wasn’t wearing my seatbelt, my face bounced off the windshield/dash repeatedly. I had two black eyes, a slit across the length of my forehead, gashes on my mouth, and several bruises all over. The worst part of it was the gaping hole in my chin. I could stick my tongue out through it. It was really gross.

Both of my legs were completely covered in bruises. My stomach/chest area was completely covered in bruises. I got stabbed in the neck with a fishing pole when the force of impact threw my head backward.

No broken bones, no stitches necessary (that I know of; I didn’t see a doctor). There really isn’t any visible scarring, but I can’t feel most of my right leg.

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There’s a very long and funny story that goes along with this, but is better in person. Bottom line - my torso was covered in 2nd degree burns, from bra line to panty line, all but about a 3 inch swatch on my belly. The blisters were up to a foot long and 4 inches wide. Magenta, mustard yellow and purple colors (not a good combination I assure you and sigularly unattractive on skin). Pretty gross looking.

Luckily there were no permanent scars (tho’ showers hurt for nearly a year afterward)

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I hit myself in the head with a baseball bat.

We were playing baseball with a basketball, and I, trying to show off, took a mighty swing that would have made even Casey jealous. I then found out what happens when you hit something under such great pressure.

That bat bounced off the basketball so fast, it slammed into my forehead, just above my right eye. blood was everywhere, raised a lump about the size of a basebll right there and had a black eye for a week. Man, that hurt!

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Wow - the forests here aren’t nearly that fast! :smiley:

My worst was a car wreck also. Riding to school on an icy december morning with a driver who was too inexperienced to be on the road, and too stubborn to admit it. I was 14, and wasn’t thinking how dangerous it could be to ride with her. We got sideways due to a patch of ice, and got T-boned about amidships. I broke my upper jaw, and got my face banged up quite a bit. All of us were in shock, so when another driver stopped and offered a ride to the hospital, we all thought it was a good idea. It never crossed our minds to wait for an ambulance. I remember looking out the window at cars next to us while stopped for a light, and seeing the shocked look on people’s faces. I realized then I must be kinda banged up. A day later, after surgery, I looked even worse. My face was so swollen I almost didn’t have a nose. Add to that the bruising and scabs and stitches, and I looked like I’d lost a couple of prize fights.

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Worst injury:

First, some background.

There comes a time in a young woman’s life when she must learn how to shave her underarms.

Ahem.

I was attemping this for the first time, using a brand-new razor. I’m still not sure how it happened, but at some point I missed my underarm and shaved some skin off of the knuckles on my right hand. It bled a lot, but there was no serious damage. I still have the scars.

The incident scared my mom so much that she bought me an electric razor. I went back to using a regular razor a few years ago, and have had no problems so far.

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When I was 12 a friend was chasing a few of us on his bike as we ran. I crossed his path and his bike tire burned a huge swatch of skin off the back of my thigh. Not deep, but big, given the rotation of the tire and the fact that I was falling at the time. It was a big weepy wound. It took forever to heal (and was impossible to bandage properly–I had to cut off and soak off a lot of gauze when that yellow weepy stuff would crust onto it) and the scar lasted years. It finally went away, though.

I guess my other injury was notably cringe-producing although I didn’t feel a thing. When Cranky Jr was born, they had to really wrench him out of my uterus because he was crammed down into my pelvis from lotsa hours of labor. He’d been putting a lot of pressure on my bladder, so it was weakened, so when they dipped in there to get him, it tore. Ewwwww, a ripped bladder.

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This probably counts as my most stupid injury too…

I was 19 and at home baking something for dinner that night. I got distracted in another room and realized I’d left it in the oven too long so I ran back towards the kitchen. Being the graceful figure that I am I tripped and fell head first against the door frame and then kind of slid down to the floor. Well somehow sliding down the door frame ripped open my forehead top to bottom, from about an inch above the hairline all the way down to the bridge of my nose and clean through all the layers of skin and muscle. When I grabbed a towel from the bathroom to stanch the bleeding I glanced in the mirror and saw my skull peeking out from inside the rip. Major ick. Took sixty stitches and I looked like the bride of Frankenstein for quite a while.

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The worst thing to happen to me was during a baseball game when I was 16.
It was the last at bat for our team we were winning anyway, but me and another kid on my team, had been contacted by a couple university about coming and playing for them.

Well a baseball scholarship is very rare, most of tthe time you go straight to the minors, then the majors. Unlike basketball for instance, where there is scouts at all the college games.

Well it was the last at bat (back to the story) for our team, I had had the perfect game offense and deffense, now it was time to show off, I had a looper into rightcenter, I was only able to get one base, oh well I thought I’ll just steal a couple bases that will look good too.

Well first pitch and I was off, slide into second beating the throw, my cleats were metal and the one under my heal gets stuck under the base hyperextending my ankle and tearing every bit of cartilege in it. It hurt really bad, and I laid there while the coach ran out to see if i was ok.
While I was laying there I looked up at the seats and saw my parents run out to the field, they half carried me back to the dugout as i jumped along with my good foot. In the dugout the swelling was so bad they had to cut my shoe off.

Then when I saw my ankle I almost passed out it was purple from my toes to up around my schins. Too say the least they loaded me into my moms minivan and went to the emergency room.

After hours and hours of being at the hospitial (in which they misplaced their patient, being me! they had just lost me down a hallway in one of those rolling bed things, another story)

Well the doctor comes in and says all this medical stuff, and then I didn’t know what cartlidge was or anything like that so I say “Doc how long will I be out”
the doctor says “for good unless you want to have surgery every two or three years”
"I was so heartbroken, I went to the rest of the games uniform and all, I just had to sit in the dugout and watch everyone else play, thats when it really started to sink-in.

One of the scouts showed up early before a game about a week later, “hey son, when did they say you could play again?, cause I’ve got a scholarship with your name on it”
I explained all the medical blabber to him, and he said he was sorry and all that. After that I walked/limped to the bathroom and cried for what must have been an hour. I still get tears in my eyes when I watch a game or movie where a player gets injured, like I was watching that football movie with Al Pacino as the coach (i forget the name of it) last night with a girlfriend and when the player is knocked unconscious from his concusion, I know what that really feels like, knowing your not going to be able to play again.

I guess it was more of a mental injury at the time, now my ankles are good enough to run on, and play flag football, but not everyday running and everything. Even when I breifly tried to start jogging, (to loose some of that beer belly I started to get from all the keg parties) I had to come home and soak my feet, and ankles in hot water for hours so they wouldn’t be sore and swollen the next day, to say the least, the jogging thing didn’t last.

Well I’m to the point where I’m just rambling on so I’ll quit.

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Most disgusting injury? Makes me cringe just thinking about it. I was 10 or 12 and playing tackle football in the snow with some friends. I went down after a tackle and found I had no strength in my leg when I tried to right myself; my leg left leg had gone completely limp. That’s when I felt warm liquid trickling into my shoe…

I had landed on a bottle hidden under the snow. It shattered on impact, but not before driving up under my kneecap, opening a ragged gash from on side of my leg to the other, completely severing my tendon, and fracturing my kneecap. I had lost enough blood to feel light headed before I managed to get home. Even after surgery to repair the damage and remove broken glass, I still had minute particle of glass work their way to the surface every so often for 2 or 3 years.

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I grabbed an old wooden school chair out of a closet at a friend’s house when I was about 12. I swung it around and in an attempt to sit down on the chair backwards (chest into back)… one of the uprights was broken with a REALLY jagged spear that faced straight up… I swung my leg over the chair and the jagged spear part of the broken chair went into the back of my knee… right at the super soft fleshy part that kinda tickles. It went in until it hit bone just as I plunked my ass down onto the seat.

I had something like 15 stitches in a triangle. Now I know why the chair was in the closet!

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Not, of course, like that’s anywhere NEAR Waverly’s broken bottle/knee story. Wholly hell!

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Ditto. :cringe: