I am questioning why I started this thread 
I am getting amused and disgusted at the same time.
I vote for enipla jeezus, could you imagine being scalped by a tire and fender. She-itt…
Here’s my best, but they cant really compare to being scalped.
Picture a 15 year old , on an old suzuki street bike.
I leaned into a right-hand ninety-degree one lane wide residential intersection at about 25-30mph. Intending to show off to a girl I had a thing for by popping a wheelie at the exit of the turn.
Well I got into the apex of the turn, revved the engine, released the clutch,( at which point the gulf between what I thought I could do and what my skill would truly allow became immediately apparent) and the back wheel lost traction. I reflexively(foolishly?) put my right leg out to… Well, I really don’t know what the hell I thought it would do; it was out there before I had time to think why.
The bike slid out and I popped off and rolled into the yard on the left side of the street. My leg hurt really really bad.
I tried to stand, but my leg folded at the knee sideways away from my body and I passed out. Turns out that I had torn open the bursa and all the ligaments and cartilage on the inside of my knee and had caused the patellar ligament to stretch and tear when I stood up. Not Good…
Subsequently my second year of high school was spent going between surgeries and PT appointments. I still pain and have problems doing anything ‘active’ w/o a knee brace.
Not a patch on some of the others, but amusingly STUPID.
I soldered a loose wire in a car radio, put it back in, everything’s fine. A day or two later I decide the iron’s probably cool enough by now, time to put it away.
You see what’s coming, don’t you?
I had never unplugged the soldering iron, so when I grabbed it (on the business end, of course) it burned me. I actually had to shake it off my hand. I remember standing there for a moment, holding my right wrist and thinking, oh boy, this is really going to hurt. Went into the bathroom and ran cool water on it. I had a little piece of charred skin, and the anti-thumb side of my hand blistered - one nice big blister.
No scarring or anything, but that part of my right hand still feels … odd, like it’s more sensitive. That’s why I hold my pinkie finger out when I’m sipping my coffee.
I was riding my bike down the street one morning in a hungover state. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going and my bike sidded up against the curb. I go flying off my bike into a parking meter, got a little banged up, then I looked at my leg. I had a huge gash on my leg it split the top layer of muscle and I had a hole big enough to put a softball in. The coolest thing was that I could see the 2nd layer of muscle under it. Looked nasty, didn’t hurt at all, and it wasn’t all that bloody. 16 stitches to close.
:eek: Holy crap, beatle…you have no idea how much this scares me. At the beginning of this summer, I got new clipless pedals for my mountain bike. In case you’re not familiar, it basically means that I have the sort of pedals that attach to a cleat on the bottom of your shoe, and you’re attached to the bike unless you flick your heel out and detach the cleat so that you can put your foot down.
These pedals take a lot of practice, so I was out riding around in a grassy field, figuring it would be a fairly safe place to make mistakes. My sister had told me that sometimes if she was unsure of the terrain, she’d unclip one foot so she wouldn’t be caught clipped in and fall over. I saw a fairly steep hill ahead, so I decided to take my sister’s advice…I unclipped my left foot so that when I got to a point where it was too steep to pedal, I’d be able to put my foot down without a problem. Only there was a problem…the type of pedals I ride with are very easy to clip into. All you have to do is press down hard on the ball of your foot and the cleat engages. I’m sure you can see what’s coming.
I’m pedaling up the hill, and when it gets too steep, I go to put my foot down. Only my foot isn’t clipped out the way I thought it was. Turns out that as I was pedaling, I’d inadvertantly clipped my free foot in without realizing it. When I tried to put that foot down, I jerked the bike to the left. As the bike was flipping over to the left, the front wheel whipped around, and I fell with all of my weight onto the blunt end of the handlebars.
Did I mention that I was riding alone? I lay on the ground for about 10 minutes before I was able to move. I seriously thought I’d ruptured my spleen. My friends laughed at me when I told them that…beatle’s story makes me think I wasn’t so far out in left field. I was even afraid to go to bed that night, thinking I might have internal bleeding and I’d just drift away and never wake up. Thankfully, all I wound up with was a dinner-plate sized bruise and a few brushburns on my stomach. Ack.
I don’t ride alone anymore.
When I was about eight years old, I was at my cousins house. She had horses and a border collie that had a habit of nipping at the horses. I wandered into the stables and was petting a horse when the dog jumped up and bit my hand, but wouldn’t let go. He tried to play “tug of war” with it and shook his head around alot (with my hand still in his jaws mind you…) and he finally let go after I punched him several times with my free hand. Blood everywhere and stuff, I had to go to the hospital and get all these weird shots…ugh it was a mess. All I have today is just a few faint scars on my wrist and an extreme fear of any dog that is bigger than a chihuahua.
A running tally of the worst injuries per Doper and what caused them (stupidity/clumsiness/alcohol notwithstanding, as it had a role in pretty much all of these)
A torn-up hand/dog
Bruised chest/bike
Giant tear in leg/bike
Blister on side of hand/soldering iron
Totally destroyed knee/street bike
Broken ribs/bamboo stick
Cut above knee/toenail
Messed up side of face/hammer
Leg impalement/wicker
Some face skin torn away/dirt bike
Broken arm, wrist/bleachers
Dislocated elbow/beam
1st, 2nd degree burns to crotch area/boiling water
Lack of skin on hands/jeep
Theismanesque arm injury/football
Head wounds/slide
Swollen, Sprained ankle/steps
Foot pointing backwards/skateboard
Swollen, Broken wrist/handcuffs
Very major internal injuries/bike
Broken hip, legs/car
Bloody, broken nose/baseball
Nasty gash in foot/nail
Deep back of knee wound/chair
Torn knee tendon, nasty gash/glass bottle
Destroyed ankle/baseball base
Gash in forehead/door frame
Ripped bladder/Cranky Jr
Knuckle skin lopped off/razor
Broken jaw, bruised face/car
Bloody, lumpy forehead/baseball bat
“Colorful” 2nd degree burns on chest/unknown
Gaping hole in chin/car
Torn nose/dog
Severed heel/glass
Broken arm/football
Forehead gash/skiing
Broken arm/bleachers
Quite the graceful bunch we are.
Worst injury doesn’t really fit with the rest of the entries, but here we go.
June 15, 1999 I wake up to the fan beside my bed making a strange noise. I turn it off and my fiancee (now my wife) says “What are you turning it off for?”
“The fan’s broken. Don’t you hear the noise it is making?”
“No. It sounds fine to me. Turn it back on, it’s hot.”
Well, I do, and decide I need to use the bathroom. I get out of bed and promptly realize, I can’t walk. I get myself to the bathroom, using the walls and furniture for balance, and falling to the floor a couple of times. I can’t figure out what is wrong. I spend the next 4 hours in the bathroom puking my guts out due to the worst vertigo I’ve ever experienced.
My fiancee comes and checks on me, it’s 8 am and I got out of bed at 4. “I don’t know what’s happening, but it’s bad.”
“Well, I’m heading to work. Call in to work and I will check at you at lunch.”
If I called into work and if she checked in on me, I don’t remember. She now tells me that when she checked on me, my eyes were bloodshot and I wasn’t real responsive. She made a doctor’s appointment for me the next morning.
Well, the doctor said it was probably just an ear infection.
Two weeks later, I’ve not gotten any better and my primary physician sends me to a Neurologist. He says (in a rather blase fashion) that I probably have MS. I’m a wreck until about a week later.
An MRI confirms that I’ve had a stroke. A STROKE!?!?! I’m only 28 for god’s sake.
Now, it’s two years later. I’ve gotten most of my abilities back. I still can’t write with my right hand (I was right handed). I’ve had to teach myself to shave, write, everything (and I do mean everything) with my left. The doctors still have no idea as to why it happened.
If you have symptoms that could be a stroke, get it checked. If I’d gotten to a doctor quick enough, they could have helped.
[sub]Sorry this was so long and non-bloody. Just trying to let as many people know what to look for as I can.[/sub]
I was playing tug-of-war, and I fell on the rope when it was pulled. The rope kept moving, and I got a nasty rope burn in the crook of my left elbow. Tore off the top layer of skin. Very painful. If I moved my elbow more than a slight amount, the scab flexed and dug into the wound. If I wanted to use my arm, I had to place my right hand on the scab to keep it flat while I moved my elbow. Overall, the wound was very nasty. There was dried blood and scab mixed with dried tissue fluid. Plus, after the first week (It took about two weeks before the scab started to diminish, and a month or so before the skin didn’t show much sign of injury) it started to smell like peanut butter. Washing it was a no-no. Any contact was very painful. Luckily, I didn’t scar much, if at all.
Also, I heartily affirm the danger of soldering irons. Once, I burned my left index finger on the shaft of a 15-watt soldering iron. A simple burn, but it hurt like hell. I now use a soldering gun with a trigger switch. The gun gets much hotter than the iron (Iron: around 800, gun: up to 1100), but I feel safer. Go figure.
It’s funny how I thought about my own little misadventure several times today since posting it last night; I rarely even recall it. 38 years (that might easily not have happened) ago for me. An odd ancillary experience was that since I was out of school and watching TV all day, I got to watch the whole JFK assassination experience as it transpired for several days.
I’m glad you’re OK, friend. Yes, you came close. Happy trails.
Tommy the Cat, FWIW, this may be of interest to you. A very close friend of mine had a stroke when she was 36. She was in a grocery store and couldn’t figure out why she kept walking into the displays on her right. Finally she made it to a restroom, sank to the floor, somebody found her and she was whisked away by EMS.
It turns out that she had choked on a fishbone at dinner about three days previous. Much coughing and hacking ensued and resulted in ruptures of small blood vessels in the back of her throat, found by her physicians. Apparently after a few days of healing, a blod clot broke loose and took the cruise up to her brain. An otherwise healthy young person felled by a freak occurrence. She’s recovered over time, as I’m glad to hear it sounds like you are doing. Good luck, pal.
Ok…my turn.>:)
I was 4 at the time. Me and my sister where having a hell of a time playing with her pastels out on our covered balcony. Suddenly we hear our grandma call us to come to drink tea. Me and my sis, never ever missed tea time. So my sis comes charging out of the balcony. The door leading into the apartement from the balcony is glass and is one of those spring action ones, where once you open it, it closes in a rather rapid manner, and the faster you open, the faster that it closes. So my sis busts the door open, i’m right behind her, i reach out with my right hand to stop the door on it’s way in, so i could get out. The force of my hand moving forward, the door moving toward my hand, and the apparent shoddy quality of soviet glass doors, combine to shatter a panel of the glass door. This all happens in a matter of seconds, so within milliseconds of shattering the glass with my hand, i proceed in taking my hand out, instinctivly, as any 4 year old would. Since i made this decision instictivly, i did not notice the triangular shard of glass that was still left in the frame. As i jerk back my hand, palm up, the point of that shard slices through my wrist. I don’t feel pain, but i do see an ENORMOUS amount of blood, a literal fountain of blood streams from my wrist. I panic, i scream my guts out, my entire family rushes in, my grandma faints, my mom calls the ambulance, i’m rushed to the hospital with a make shift bandage on my wrist. I’m stiched up with my dad, who was a docotor at the time and my uncle, who was a urologist at the hosptial that i was taken to, watching and even participating in the proceedure. I was told that i severed 1 major arttery and nicked a vein. I still have the 2 inch, question mark shaped scar on my wrist, to remind me of the day i almost died.
this one was due to my inability to keep my shoes tied a problem i still have due to my physical condition
i was 7 years old i was walking to school in indiana in december , i tied my shoe 3 times on the way there
well crossing the street i stepped tripping on my shoe lace slid a few inches and scraped my face in the side walk it took to minutes to thke the asphalt and such in my face in the nurses office and with tape i didnt need stitches
if i shave totally you can still see little scars on my face
soon after that my dad bought me a pair of slip on shoes
err take out the gravel and such in my face …