Injuries

[Orgazmo]

What's the worst injury that you've ever had?

One time at my grandmother's house...when I was but a wee little Gaz, I was running around with my brother, StDx. She had/has this porch thing attached to the back of her house and a door that closes with a spring...a very powerful spring...leaving to the outside from the porch. Another important feature on the door was a solid wood piece about 4 feet high. Of course, at the time of this injury, I was about 4 feet tall... Anyhoo, I was running behind Mr. StDx, who happened to be going outside. He opened the door and I either thought he'd hold it open, or I could get through before it closed. I couldn't. The door slammed on my eye and left me with a reasonably sized wound. The idea of stitches was tossed around, but I refused. Thanks to the refusal, I'm left with a formidable scar above my eye. I don't really remember the pain level too well because I was really little...but I'm thinking that it probably hurt pretty badly.

Another time, not too long ago...maybe 2 years...I was riding my bike with Trout Sniffer (I think...I don't really remember this too well either). We were riding home from up town going down country club. We were going at least 20, probably closer to 25 down a slight incline when I decided that I wasn't close enough to the edge of the road. I decided to fix that little problem a little too well...leaving my bike tire rubbing against the outside of the road, which, instead of wobbling me out of control, slammed my bike onto it's side. Not really sure of the logistics of why exactly it happened like it did...but it sucked. My left arm got most of the impact. I was 100% convinced it was broken on the ride home (which was the longest ride of my life), but it healed. It was really weird...because I'd pedal a little bit, then kinda sit there and close my eyes and it felt like I was riding straight into the sky. I've never felt anything like it before...it was kinda cool. So yeah, I couldn't use that arm for like 2 or 3 days, but it kinda healed itself...with nothing broken.

Both of those stories are really tame compared to my main attraction. When I was about 7, my family went on a trip to Canada. On this trip, we passed through Pennsylvania and New York...which I had no interest in whatsoever at the time. Because of this, when we stopped at a rest park in Canada, I was full of energy. At this point in the game, I decided to challenge my brother and sister to a friendly race...to show everyone how much of a fast badass I was. Unfortunately, half way through the race I tripped over my own feet and fell flat on my face. Now, this wouldn't have been so bad had there not been a pretty big rock right in front of me. As I flew forward, the rock, about the size of a prairie dog, caught me right in the throat. I immediately lost consciousness and woke up 6 hours later in a Canadian hospital. I don't remember any of it, but I've been told that my windpipe was virtually crushed. The paramedics came and had to keep giving me mouth to mouth to force air into my lungs because I couldn't do it on my own. Even with that, I went for almost 3 and a half minutes without any air from the time that it happened to the time that they got there (luckily, the hospital was pretty close). When they got on the scene, I was "technically" dead I guess, but evidently I wasn't too dead...because they brought me back to life without any fancy machinery or anything...just simply mouth to mouth and maybe a little cpr here and there. The "funny" part of the whole thing is that this accident completely changed me. Before the incident, I was really outgoing and "quick on the trigger" when it came to making decisions...but, since waking up in that Canadian hospital, I've been much more introverted and methodical about the things that I do. The doctors said that the lack of air actually shut off part of my brain for a few seconds (thus the technically being dead thing) and, when I was resusitated and the brain "powered up," it changed the way things were run. Some university in Delaware wanted to do some tests on me to see if they could understand exactly what happened to further their knowledge of how the brain works, but my parents wanted me to move past the experience. I think it was probably for the best.

Alright, time for a test.

One of the above stories is not true. Can you pick out the fake?

Even if you can't...go ahead and share some injury stories with the rest of us. Come on now...

[ July 03, 2003, 01:51 AM: Message edited by: Orgazmo ]

[StDx]

well, I was there for the first one and the last one, so I'd have to say that the biking accident is a bunch of flim-flam.

[Ugly Bastard]

Hahaha...wow. How about me being in shock reading that, wondering how one of my best friends never so much as mentioned an incident like that...only to find out...well...yeah. Alright then...nice work.

I carry two:

When I was about six years old, bert, myself, and bert's five brother's and sisters were riding our bikes. All seven of us were riding in the little alley behind my house at the time. This alley would be about the size of a bowling lane, now imagine 7 kids trying to ride their bikes back and forth on that...not too easy. Anywho, after about thirty seconds of this, the inevitable accident happened. Bert and I's tires locked up with each other, which sent me flying off of the bike, my arm landed on a rock, which cut my arm open, leaving me to get six stiches at the hospital. Not a bad injury...but she did leave a scar.

This one is the one that fucked me over:

When I was a freshman in high school, I went on a little skiing trip with my youth group. Things were going well for most of the day, a good time was being had. Being the irrational moron that I am sometimes, I decided that it would be best if I went down a hill too big for my skill level. This hill is very comprable to a pretty small mountain (just so you know "pretty small mountains" are pretty damn big). Well I'd say about half way down this mountain, I hit a patch of ice while I was skiing. The patch of ice sent me flying off of my skis. When I finally stopped tumbling and came to, I realized that my skis were about 100 yards up the mountain from where I was. One of my ankles was hurting really bad, and I noticed that the strap on my ski boot on said ankle was not latched. Well anywho, I climbed the great beast, and got my skis, and walked the 4-5 hundred yards down the rest of the mountain. When I got to the bottom, my ankle was really bothering me at this point. Rationality overcame me, and I decided to go to the medical thingy just to see if anything was wrong. They found two breaks in that ankle on that day. That next day, I went to an Orthopaedic surgeon, who confirmed the breaks, and put me on crutches for 2 months. Now, the knee on my good leg had been ailing me ever since the accident. It didn't hurt too bad, but at the end of the 2 months on crutches, after carrying the load of my stout frame, she was hurtin pretty good. I had the Orthopaedic Surgeon check out my good-leg knee at the end of my 2 months on crutches. He x-rayed it, and told me that it he thinks it had been broken since the accident, and that I had walked down a mountain, and been on crutches with two broken legs in the past two months. Because of the new find, I was rendered to another 2 months on crutches for the once "good" leg. Basically, this whole ordeal fucked my freshman year of high school in the ass, but I guess you'll have that.

You?

-Ugly Bastard

[ July 03, 2003, 07:36 AM: Message edited by: Ugly Bastard ]

[getupkids]

I broke my nose my freshman year, and had to wear a nose cast. Talk about absolute embarrasment, not to mention everyone thought i had gotten a nose job.

[victim]

Well, once when I was about seven, I tripped and fell, managing to slice the palm of my left hand to the bone. My father, lacking a medical degree, but with a lengthy track record of personal injury, decided that my profuse bleeding and screams of terror and agony were no reason to have me taken to a hospital for costly stitches. Heck no! Why would anyone want to do that when we can simply scrub the wound clean in a steaming hot bathtub full of soapy water and wrap it in gauze and tape for 6 weeks? No scar.

Then, in 4th grade, my mother, sister, and I were in a nasty wreck on SR15 north of Warsaw that totalled our Blazer and the Thunderbird that decided to slam into us. My sister, the brilliant young lass she is, decided that a 2nd grader has no need for a seatbelt, and became a large projectile for the duration of the accident... a projectile that would be launched at me, of course. The zipper on her coat ripped the fuck out of my chin... the window next to me rendered her unconscious. I ended up with 13 stitches and a scar that is only apparent when I forget to shave... for oh, let's say about 18 hours.

[ July 10, 2003, 07:48 PM: Message edited by: victim ]

[Dr. Seuss]

I ran into the corner of a wall when i was 3. I had to get few stitches. That was the worst injury I have ever sustained. As a memory of that wonderful moment, I have a scar much like Harry Potter's on my forehead, but unfortunately, I don't get any special powers from it.

[Saint DH]

Once I was walking around in a treehouse. I must have forgotten about the hole in the floor for the ladder, because I fell right through it. While falling, I tried to grab the ladder, or any other thing, to catch myself. Unfourtunatly, this did me no good. It actually made me get hurt even worse because while trying to grab something, part of the treehouse scraped the fuck out of my armpit, when I hit the ground I had an emense ammount of blood comming out of my armpit. It hurt pretty fucking bad.

[BigDongedHoe]

Nothing ever bad has really happened to me, I've never broke anything, never sprained or twisted anything, never been to the hospital, and I've never gotten stitches.

I'm thinking the worst was when I had Pneumonia when I was 5 and had a fever of 105. If it carried on for two days it could of caused Brain Damage, however it didn't.

I had heat stroke one time too whilst playing tennis. I was in a 3-set match on about a 101 degree day (if you play tennis you'll know that the court is sometimes 10-20 degrees hotter than anywhere else do to the way heat radiates off of it). I had gotten heat stroke which caused my leg to cramp, I fell to the ground only to get my 5 min. to stretch (you get 5 min. if you cramp up in a match). The tournament director stretched me out only for me to lose the match in a 3rd set tiebreaker (I cramped up two more times during the match and fell to the ground on those as well). After the match I threw up 2 times, but that's about the worst that's ever happened to me.

[BigDongedHoe]

Oh yeah I sprained my wrist one time, I dunno if that really counts?

[ July 09, 2003, 01:17 PM: Message edited by: BigDongedHoe ]

[silver and cold]

Well hm..for any of you who know me, I tend to get hurt alot, cuz I do alot of stupid stuff to make people laugh.
Well my first bad injury was say early seventh grade. We were getting our roof redone,and the guy left the ladder at our house and still up, so me and my friends went up there to hang out, no big deal right,thats what I thought. Well, we started playing truth or dare, still no big deal, then my friend Chris decides to try and make me look liek a baby, and dares me to jump off the roof. To much of every ones suprise, I took the dare,bad idea!I ended up fracturing(sp?)my left wrist, scewing up both my knees,and knocking my self out. I still dont know how, because I landed on the back-top of my head, but I got a big cut on my forhead, right above my nose. I still have a tiny scar.

My second one was this last winter, I went with some of my friends to go sledding out in the middle of NOWHERE. WEll, its all going fun, we're acting like idiots, no big deal. Yeah, untill my friend decides we shold put all six of us in a two person sled, needless to say we went everywere, because it was unbalanced, and with me being the smallest and in front, we hit a bad place, and I flew like a papper airplane, and smacked shoulder first on the ground. To this day I can't move my left shoulder fully.

[Ugly Bastard]

Originally posted by BigDongedHoe:
Oh yeah I sprained my wrist one time, I dunno if that really counts?

No, it doesn't. Wrist sprains are not injuries, they are fun things to get.

-Ugly Bastard

[undisputed]

It was a hot, sunny, June day. As myself and some neighborhood kids gathered to play a friendly game of street hockey.
I loved playing hockey, it was apart of me whilst growing up. On this fateful day, I decided to be goalie. Rather than giving my services to the offense, I decided the defense needed some help. A move that proved to be dangerous. Approximately half way through the game, as a shot neared me and I braced to block it, using the thrust of my body, I felt a tremendously sharp pain in my eyeball. After falling to the ground, thriving in pain, I look a few feet to the left of me and i notice a rock, that hadnt been there before, coming to the conclusion that a rock had struck me in the eye. A rock approximately the size of nikel.
As I go inside to have my mommy attend to my wound, she notices the colored part of my eye is filling up w/ blood (not the white part, just the colored part) and decideds to take me to the doctor. As a result, I was temporarily blind in my right eye for approximately 5 days. Not to mention, for the rest of my life, I run a significantly higher risk of getting Glaucoma as well as other eye malfunctions.

[Trout Sniffer]

I have had quite a few injuries in my life, but none probably too life threatening.

When I was about 3 years old, Orgazmo decided it would be funny to hit me in the head with some metal handcuffs. This caused me to have 6 stitches in my eyebrow.

One time, right after one of the Eagle's Night Out things (school carnival), I was having some friends spend the night. Well we had gotten a beach ball at the carnival and wanted to play with it. So we made up a little volleyball game in my living room, which isn't real big. Well one time I was going down to hit the ball, and my friend was also going to hit it or something, and kneed me in my other eyebrow. This caused me to bleed profusely and gave me a nice trip to the emergency room and a couple of nice stitches as well.

Probably the worst pain I've ever had, although I have nothing to show for it, came when I was about 6 years old or so. It was a nasty day outside, I believe it was pretty cold and we had some bad storms. My brother and I felt like doing something fun and we really wanted to be outdoors. Well since we couldn't go outside, we decided to bring the outside inside. We started flying kites in the house. It was all going good until we ran into each other. We hit heads, but nothing happened to my brother. I managed to get a terrible concusion causing me to limp to my room. A little bit later I started vomitting blood. Terrible thing for such a young kid.

[Orgazmo]

How the fuck do you fly a kite inside?

[silver and cold]

No kidding. In all the weird things I've done, thats not one of them

[StDx]

broken: numerous fingers/toes, left arm (2x), nose (at least 2x) I had a snakeskin looking nose-cast

I've... cut myself pretty bad while tearing down a rusy metal shed. been in more than my share of car wrecks... the worst of which involved breaking my nose and messing up my knees pretty bad. had stitches in my leg. teeth knocked out while playing a way too rough game of basketball. chemical burns all over my legs.

most recently, I found myself in MedStat in fort wayne after having a piece of glass bounce off my eyeball while I was changing bulbs at my place of employment. the doctor put something in it and gave me an antibiotic while he said, "I'll bet this is nothing compared to how you got that big scar"... I had no idea what he was talking about or when I could've gotten it, but he told me that I had one of the biggest eye scars he'd ever seen.

[ July 10, 2003, 12:52 AM: Message edited by: StDx ]

[Ugly Bastard]

Originally posted by Trout Sniffer:
When I was about 3 years old, Orgazmo decided it would be funny to hit me in the head with some metal handcuffs. This caused me to have 6 stitches in my eyebrow.

So that made me laugh then.

StDx-

You're an intriguing man, and I'm never quite sure if you're telling the truth; but if you are, those are some pretty fucked up injuries you've got there.

-Ugly Bastard

[Combat Chuck]

Yeah, no wonder you're so damn ugly.

Last year, I was rehearsing for our One Act, 'The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (abriged)', and at the end of the show, I had to run out of the back doors at Lakeview. During the rehearsal, no one remembered to open those doors for me. So I ran into them full speed and my glasses ended up cutting me a big gash right above my eye.

It was on the announcements.

[Trout Sniffer]

Orgazmo -

Flying a kite inside can be quite a task, but when you're that young and really bored, you can find ways to do almost anything, as you and I have done many times, even sometimes to this day.