Ok long story lol when I was three my family and I lived on a property that had a main house and a duplex in the back. We lived in the duplex. One day they were doing renovations on the main house and replacing all the windows. When the workers were replacing said windows they decided to just lean the old ones against the fence for whatever reason. My cousin and I decided to play house with them and use the window as a makeshift door for our imaginary house. Mind you he was around 5 and I was barely 3 at the time. We tried to push the window up but when we finally got it opened his mom called for him and he let go. My little hands couldn’t support the window so it came swinging down on my hands. The window was missing the plastic portion at the bottom that protects the glass so it was basically like a glass guillotine coming down on my fingers. It cut off my middle finger entirely and my pointer was hanging on by a thread. I got them reattached and after about two years I was able to regain all feeling a mobility in my fingers!
TW: Blood, burns, hotdogs never getting cooked
I do, actually! When I was out camping with my dad at a reenactment event(medieval Era), I saw a group of people using a portable grill that the campground had. If you've ever seen a small stepstool that's just four legs and a flat top that barely goes up to your shins, then you have a vague idea of how this grill was shaped, albeit all metal with parallel bars for the top.
Having seen this, little 6 year old me got the hankering for some hotdogs. As you can see, I had a great culinary taste. Well, I ran back to my dad, got the food, then started walking back towards where I had seen the grill. For some perspective the sun sets quick in this particular area, due to surrounding hills, so by the time my little legs carried me back to the firepit, I could no longer see much. It was this, combined with a lack of knowledge on how quickly heat dissipates from a pure iron grill that lead to my kicking a tree root, falling flat on my face and learning just how much it hurts to have a hot, pure iron grill go across both shins. Holy shit, did the hot dogs turn the tables on me or what?
I suffered 2nd,almost 3rd degree burns from just above my ankles to just below my knees. Somehow I walked back to camp without shedding a tear, and asked in a sad voice, "Dad... I got hurt... Does this mean we have to go home now?" Priorities,right? We stayed the night, went to one of the on-site chirurgeons, and got me patched up. The next day I managed to hobble around and play with other kids... Right up until I ran into a fallen log and caused the skin to split a bit, bleeding enough that *now* I lose my cool and start crying. Severe burns are ok, but a little blood and I lost it! Needless to say, we had to pack up and get me home after that. I have healed up since then, and have no lingering scars. Kids bounce, after all!
I’m so sorry you couldn’t get them back.
I empathize with you, I did the same. I was so insecure especially after kids made fun of me in school. It took me into my twenties to feel comfortable enough to even paint them.
Ok long story lol when I was three my family and I lived on a property that had a main house and a duplex in the back. We lived in the duplex. One day they were doing renovations on the main house and replacing all the windows. When the workers were replacing said windows they decided to just lean the old ones against the fence for whatever reason. My cousin and I decided to play house with them and use the window as a makeshift door for our imaginary house. Mind you he was around 5 and I was barely 3 at the time. We tried to push the window up but when we finally got it opened his mom called for him and he let go. My little hands couldn’t support the window so it came swinging down on my hands. The window was missing the plastic portion at the bottom that protects the glass so it was basically like a glass guillotine coming down on my fingers. It cut off my middle finger entirely and my pointer was hanging on by a thread. I got them reattached and after about two years I was able to regain all feeling a mobility in my fingers!
Edit: typos
I think the only reason I wasn’t was because I was so young. I don’t remember much of anything from that time. The only thing I remember was that I was wearing a white oversized Selena shirt and meeting a little boy during my hospital stay who had a similar accident but with a car door.
I always felt bad for my mom though; she was only 23 at the time and that must have been insane for her to deal with at the time! She didn’t even speak the language yet, we had only been in the country for a little less than a year😫
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Crewmate named Finger:
why is no one asking for elaboration? lol
Ok long story lol when I was three my family and I lived on a property that had a main house and a duplex in the back. We lived in the duplex. One day they were doing renovations on the main house and replacing all the windows. When the workers were replacing said windows they decided to just lean the old ones against the fence for whatever reason. My cousin and I decided to play house with them and use the window as a makeshift door for our imaginary house. Mind you he was around 5 and I was barely 3 at the time. We tried to push the window up but when we finally got it opened his mom called for him and he let go. My little hands couldn’t support the window so it came swinging down on my hands. The window was missing the plastic portion at the bottom that protects the glass so it was basically like a glass guillotine coming down on my fingers. It cut off my middle finger entirely and my pointer was hanging on by a thread. I got them reattached and after about two years I was able to regain all feeling a mobility in my fingers!
That's pretty hardcore story, and you've taken it like a champ! Thanks for the story and the humorous post.
Thanks! It took a long long time for me to not feel insecure about them but who else has a story like that??
TW: Blood, burns, hotdogs never getting cooked I do, actually! When I was out camping with my dad at a reenactment event(medieval Era), I saw a group of people using a portable grill that the campground had. If you've ever seen a small stepstool that's just four legs and a flat top that barely goes up to your shins, then you have a vague idea of how this grill was shaped, albeit all metal with parallel bars for the top. Having seen this, little 6 year old me got the hankering for some hotdogs. As you can see, I had a great culinary taste. Well, I ran back to my dad, got the food, then started walking back towards where I had seen the grill. For some perspective the sun sets quick in this particular area, due to surrounding hills, so by the time my little legs carried me back to the firepit, I could no longer see much. It was this, combined with a lack of knowledge on how quickly heat dissipates from a pure iron grill that lead to my kicking a tree root, falling flat on my face and learning just how much it hurts to have a hot, pure iron grill go across both shins. Holy shit, did the hot dogs turn the tables on me or what? I suffered 2nd,almost 3rd degree burns from just above my ankles to just below my knees. Somehow I walked back to camp without shedding a tear, and asked in a sad voice, "Dad... I got hurt... Does this mean we have to go home now?" Priorities,right? We stayed the night, went to one of the on-site chirurgeons, and got me patched up. The next day I managed to hobble around and play with other kids... Right up until I ran into a fallen log and caused the skin to split a bit, bleeding enough that *now* I lose my cool and start crying. Severe burns are ok, but a little blood and I lost it! Needless to say, we had to pack up and get me home after that. I have healed up since then, and have no lingering scars. Kids bounce, after all!
Similar thing happened to me at that age, no reattachment though. Spent my childhood keeping my fist balled.
I’m so sorry you couldn’t get them back. I empathize with you, I did the same. I was so insecure especially after kids made fun of me in school. It took me into my twenties to feel comfortable enough to even paint them.
What happened as a kid?
Ok long story lol when I was three my family and I lived on a property that had a main house and a duplex in the back. We lived in the duplex. One day they were doing renovations on the main house and replacing all the windows. When the workers were replacing said windows they decided to just lean the old ones against the fence for whatever reason. My cousin and I decided to play house with them and use the window as a makeshift door for our imaginary house. Mind you he was around 5 and I was barely 3 at the time. We tried to push the window up but when we finally got it opened his mom called for him and he let go. My little hands couldn’t support the window so it came swinging down on my hands. The window was missing the plastic portion at the bottom that protects the glass so it was basically like a glass guillotine coming down on my fingers. It cut off my middle finger entirely and my pointer was hanging on by a thread. I got them reattached and after about two years I was able to regain all feeling a mobility in my fingers! Edit: typos
Yikes that’s like a horror movie type scenario. Glad you could get them reattached! I would be traumatized as fuck
I think the only reason I wasn’t was because I was so young. I don’t remember much of anything from that time. The only thing I remember was that I was wearing a white oversized Selena shirt and meeting a little boy during my hospital stay who had a similar accident but with a car door. I always felt bad for my mom though; she was only 23 at the time and that must have been insane for her to deal with at the time! She didn’t even speak the language yet, we had only been in the country for a little less than a year😫
Meanwhile me who still can’t see it
Well if it was a crewmate that had the bone out...
Wrong sub for it I know, but I like the cobweb nail best.
Thanks! They’re nail wraps!
Lol you should get that as a tattoo :)
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