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 ]
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