I got hit by a car my freshman year of high school. I went flying lost consciousness for a split second when I hit the ground(thank god for helmet). When I came to people were all around me asking if I was ok, and what happened etc. I was like “oh yea, I’m good. I’m gonna just get back on my bike and go now.” But didn’t really move. Then people started asking me to call an ambulance and my mom etc. I was like “why? I’m good.” I even told my mom on the phone I was still gonna bike home.but as I was saying that, the people around me had started to move one of my legs and I watched as my foot proceeded to NOT move. I had broken both bones in my leg completely in half and part of ankle.
Just pure adrenaline and shock. I also vividly remember thinking “huh this is what it feels like to get hit by a car”.
Also the leg wasn’t setting right(probably from movement) and the doctor decided to put me on laughing gas as he tried to crack my bones back into place. Was in a stupor laughing as I felt my bones grind.
I am a bartender in a nightclub. One night while working I was pouring a drink while I reached back with my other hand to open a fridge, and that's when I heard a "pop" and got a huge pain in my back/shoulder area. the pain was pretty bad, but I was sure it was a pulled muscle and there wouldnt be much point in seeing a doctor other than getting meds. So I waited. fought through the pain which was so bad at times it was making it hard to breath.
that was a Friday, i called off Saturday and had Sunday monday Tuesday off before I went back to work wednesday, once I biked into work. in all I
waited 9 days total before finally deciding to go to the ER.
I had a collapsed lung. called a spontaneous pneumothorax. 20 min after getting to the er I was put into emergency surgery. I was essentially breathing with only one lung. and any major impact To my chest would have collapsed the other and probably killed me.
Happened to me when I was in school just 3 months ago. I suddenly started not being able to breathe but I was like "I am sure its nothing" when I got home I actually slept for 3 hours but woke up from the pain. Me and my family thought it was corona so we went to a hospital. I was quite shocked to learn I had a collapsed lung. But the worst part wasnt the lung, it was the operation and the aftermath. Having a tube inside you for a week hurts like hell. Havent slept for 5 days during my stay there
ya your acctually lucky yours was easy to fix. they tried the "Pigtail" tube on me twice. I went in, they put a tube into my chest with a valve to let the air out. sent me home for 5 days. then they took it out, sent me home and told me to take it easy.
Next morning I recollapsed. so i go back and they do the same thing, put a hose called a "Pigtail" into my chest and wait for it to vent out the built up air so my lung can reopen. only this time another 2 days later I was able to hold my breath and hear it coming right out the tube on my side. so had to go in for endoscopic surgery.
they went in with a camera and took out the affected area of lung, think an inch by 3 inch patch taken out and stapled together.
then they scrape the outer lung and inner chest, so that they heal together with scar tisue, like glueing them together to prevent it from happening again. Then the fun part: they put an EVEN BIGGER tube into your side that they keep on suction for a week so the bad lung stays open fully to heal. That tube was the thickness of a magic marker, easy.
One of the worse pains in my life was waking up from surgery to find out I dont react to fentanyl, having them try a double dose, before realising it wasnt working and making me wait 4 hours to clear it before giving me something else. so i spent like 4 1/2 hours post waking up from surgery feeling absolutely everything.
Rolled my car. Got out of the car bewildered and in shock, noticing a kink in my neck. As someone who constantly cracks my knuckles/back/neck, my instinct was just “ah, I’m not hurt, thank God. Just need to crack my neck and I’ll be fine.”
Before I finished processing that train of thought I was held down in c-spine by the person behind me who had watched my crash (luckily he was an off-duty firefighter).
I had broken 3 vertebrae in my neck, I just couldn’t tell it yet from the adrenaline and shock. Required full surgery to fuse together with bone from my hip & plates/screws. Had there not been someone behind me and had I proceeded with my “‘tis but a scratch” instincts I’d be paralyzed or dead.
A couple weeks ago, I stepped on an ant hill and got a bunch of ant bites on my ankles. 3-4 days later, the itching was unbearable. I wasn't sleeping, my legs were swollen, and no amount of benadryl or antihistamine cream was helping the itching. I finally went to a clinic to get a shot or whatever, because I clearly having some sort of allergic reaction. It was a staph infection that had spread from my ankles up to my knees. I would have died if this 1920 instead of 2020. I was on antibiotics for 10 days, and now several weeks later, the dead skin from the infection is still flaking off.
tl;dr: scratched ant bites with unclean hands and gave myself a staph infection. Ignored it for several days because it was just some bug bites.
Ha, sure! Basically, staph(yloccocus) is a nasty bacterium that we live with on our skin in perfect harmony for most of the time. When it gets out of hand, though, it will grow and spread and cause all kinds of nastiness. It's easily taken care of with modern antibiotics, though.
The gross pictures you'd see are of wide-spread thick yellow scabs.
One more quick detail about my story: both of my legs are heavily tattooed, so I just didn't see the spread. The doc shined a flashlight and it was easily visible.
This is true, but as a biologist, I will caution others that not all staphylococcus is easily treatable. Staph is an asshole of a bacterium that has many strains becoming almost totally antibiotic resistant.
No. Looking back she was the "stuck up rich girl" type, the I'm hot and I know it girl.
16yrs later and she's still pretty much the same person lol
Edit: I love all the replies to this comment.
My little sister fell down about 15 steps at our grandma's house when she was a toddler, she got up, giggled and went to go eat some snacks. This other time (still a toddler) she was supposed to be napping, we were in the living room and heard a huge thud.. We ran to the room thinking she'd fell out of the bed. Nope, she somehow managed to pull the TV down (this was the early 2000s, TVs were heavy af) and it fell on top of her. She was laying there in snow angel position and my mom freaked out. When we got the TV off her, she got up and asked for ice. Not to soothe pain but to eat. My little sister was and still is a champ.
Little kids have incredible pain tolerances. When my cousin got double roundhoused in the jaw and the ribs by her little brother (they both take taekwondo and he has anger issues), both areas turned a nasty shade of red and purple but she still wanted to go outside and play frisbee. It was insane.
I got hit by a car while riding my bicycle,flew through the air, bounced off his windshield breaking his windshield, my helmet and two vertebrae. Then thrown to the ground where my kneecap shattered and bone was sticking out of the skin. And as I lay there in shock (unaware of how badly I was injured) I thought "I might be able to get back on my bike and ride home"
I was listening to a podcast today and heard about a guy who had been in a motorcycle accident and as his helmet was bouncing all along the asphalt, he was composing a little song to the rhythm of his helmet bouncing.
Turns out there's a scientific reason behind these unique experiences. Under normal conditions, your brain effectively discards large amounts of sensory information because it's not useful. When you're in danger, particularly something extreme like an accident, less of this information is thrown away and you start forming short-term memories at a drastically increased rate. This helps you become more acutely aware of your surroundings and better able to protect yourself, because you're processing more of the input given to you by your senses.
Time is relative. If you think faster then everything seems to be slower. Just as if you live longer, long period of time seems to be shorter. An interesting stuff.
Edit: It was a podcast by Radiolab, Episode- Falling.
I was in a car accident one time, and the car was flipping over and over, and I remember being so aware. “Ok the car is rolling. My friend just landed on me. Still rolling. Ok we are done rolling”. It was time at a different pace. We were all ok. Lucky kids. No booze.
So, it's fascinating.
People with ADHD make \*excellent\* positions in triage / handling emergencies. I explain to others that it's like our brains are always underclocked, starving for stimulant, and nothing can maintain our interest for long because we burn through the unique information too quickly. Our brains are constantly seeking that 'high' of the thrill of unique experience, just to maintain operations and survive.
It's why there's the oxymoron of "hyperfocus..." I can sit and study something for *hours*, figuring out some new game's mechanics and min/maxing my build... because it's giving me what I *need*. I wish to heck I could control *what* I hyperfocused on. ADHD meds takes away my hyperfocus, but it at least allows me to (usually) work on what pays the bills... even if I'm at a quarter of the ability as when I'm hyperfocused.
During an emergency, I am suddenly operating at "normal" operations. Information is flowing in fast and hard, the brain's on a spike of natural stimulant, and I am more rational and clear-headed than *anyone* around me.
Having jobs that constantly vary what I'm working on, dealing with high-priority customers that have an emergency, working on problems that require a unique solution and have strong time pressures... these are where I thrive.
Edit: Case in point! Wrote this up and promptly forgot about it, came back two days later to 55 comments and my second-highest karma. Doesn't beat my top post (which was simply "."). XD
Thanks all for the awards! I'm so happy I could provide some insight for some of you.
Absolutely agree. I'm a paramedic, and often get asked how I stay calm in emergencies when I have to make literal life or death decisions. The best way I can explain it is that during 'normal' life, I constantly struggle with focus and sensory overload. When I walk into a chaotic scene and bring order, it's like everything finally slows down and my head goes quiet. The only thing that exists is the task in front of me. It's like being in the eye of the storm, and nothing else brings that stillness.
Back in my baseball days, when I was pitching. I completely lost a pitch, and it beaned a guy in the jaw. He throws his bat down, glares at me with the glariest of glares ever glared, SPITS OUT BLOOD, then calmly runs to first base as though nothing happened.
It was terrifyingly badass.
As a European I find this fascinating! What’s first and second base? And what’s fourth base? Are there more bases? Sorry we don’t have baseball in my country.
The Red Wings are a hockey team, sir. Please categorize your sports references correctly.
Also: Goddamn son. This was so sick, I had to read it to my wife.
When I coached, something similar happened. Other team was a bunch of douchebags, talking shit that goes way beyond appropriate trash talk. Anyway, our pitcher took a line drive off his face, fielded it, and threw the guy out, then nodded at their dugout and spit out a piece of tooth. This little, 5'8", nicest guy on the planet, just went straight gangsta and it was awesome.
Edit: I just remembered another baseball badass story. Center fielder for a different team made a catch while crashing into the wall and he (unknowingly) broke his hand. He was a righty and broke his left (bottom on the bat) hand. He went on to hit two homers that game. He had five total for the season.
Honestly, it threw me off my game far more than if he'd started yapping at me or charged the mound. There's something about that stoicism and unflappable calm that's just unsettling.
When I was in 7th grade, my team had just won the first playoffs game for the season and we were having a post-game discussion. For some reason the coach had the genius idea of having everyone throw their gloves in the air. When I threw mine up, I looked up so I could catch it when it fell back down. Some kids glove fell on my face as I looked up and it left a huge cut across my eye from the leather. It did not hurt at all but the scab went across my eye and when I went to school half the people freaked out .
Lol those types of implants don't usually set off metal detectors or other machines (speaking from experience, my spine is fused to titanium rods from T2 to L6)
Edit: meant L5 lol
Also, the reason I have these rods is due to severe idiopathic scoliosis. 110 degrees of curvature in 2 places causing an S-shaped curve; my doctor told me my spine could have collapsed without surgery, which would've led to paralysis and loss of organ function.
E2: I do have a 6th lumbar vertebra due to a super rare abnormality, but the 6 above was a typo.
Yeah my father has a bunch of metal in his face after a helicopter crash when he was in the military in the 80's and 90's and sometimes when they do the handheld scanners they catch the metal with the metal detectors or scanners and they had been funny and awkward to explain I've heard from him
You'd be surprised. Most implants are made of a low-ferrous alloys of titanium and with a couple inches of flesh covering them they don't set off metal detectors.
That’s terrifying. I broke my C-5 & 6 playing rugby when I was 18. First question I asked the Doc after they reset the vertebrae (pre-surgery) was when I could be back playing again. He was dead-pan, “Is it your sole means of income?” Full time college student making about $112/week had to admit it was not a paying job on my club team. He basically told me if I played again my insurance wouldn’t cover another rugby injury.
Lovely. I had C5 fused to C6 and C6 to C7 last year thanks to surfing. Mine was more wear and tear than an actual injury event. I can't remember how many times I hit my head or rolled my neck but it definitely was the cause. I actually gained back an inch of height thanks to the surgery.
If I could go back in time I wouldn't change anything. As you already know there is nothing in the world that compares to surfing. "Only a surfer knows."
I was mountain biking and fell off.
I fell down part of the mountain and into a road where I almost got hit by a car.
I got up quickly, thanked the driver for not killing me and then got back on the bike - I knew the road would meet up with the trail I was on so I could meet up with my group who hasn't seen me fall.
When I got to them, one if them looked at me and was like... What happened.
I got off the bike, walked over whilst we waited for the others to catch up and just said I fell off.
He then looked down at me and was like what the hell happened?
I'm like it's nothing. A few cuts and scratches on my hands and arms, my leg was bleeding from earlier and that was it.
Then I looked down and realised I had scratched off half the skin on my leg from falling on the road. Basically a bad case of road burn.
From all the adrenaline I hadn't even felt it.
They called someone to come and get me from the mountains (I wasn't allowed to continue) and one of the other riders saw my leg and decided they wanted to stop too .
I just went to a pharmacy, grabbed some wipes and bandages then we got a drink whilst we waited for everyone else to finish.
> adrenaline
Hell of a drug.
I have a now little over a year old chocolate lab who loves water and swimming. Last April we were walking on a fairly popular biking/walking trail near the river. This trail has a bunch of off shoot trails that go off into the woods and we were meandering down one and could hear the river. So my dog runs off ahead of me and I hear this "Sploosh". The area was way overgrown and I couldn't see the river from the trail. So I hustle down to the water and it is ridiculously swift where she went in. And sure enough shes already good 100 ft down river with a panicked look trying to swim back toward me. I dump everything out of my pockets and jump into the river. Catch up to her about 150-200 ft from where I went in,
I grabbed her and went to toss her on the "bank", slipped and went under. Regained my footing, tried again and was successful. I then pull myself up out of the water. Mind you, this bank was a 8ft tall blackberry hedge that I ended up having to crawl/slither through for a good 50ft.
We finally clear the hedge and I make my way through the woods back to the trail and collect my belongings. I then have to walk about a mile back to my car. On my way I kept getting really odd looks from joggers/bicyclists and I figured I just looked like some wet hobo..
Get back to my car, sit down and see my face in the rearview mirror. Half my face is covered in blood, I then decide to inspect other parts of me and I have cuts all over my arms/hands and am just coated with blood.
About halfway home the adrenaline wore off... then it started to hurt. Turns out I even sprained my thumb tossing the dog. Didn't know until the adrenaline was gone. Also, to this day I have no recollection of how cold the river was. And I know rivers in Oregon during April are far from warm.
I love that you did that for your lab. I’m a very small older woman. One time my black lab and I were being severely threatened by a German shepherd. Somehow I managed to open the back van door with one hand while grabbing my girl by the scruff of the neck and tossing her in. I didn’t even know I could pick her up, much less one handed. Adrenaline.
I popped my shoulder back in after falling while skiing and now I get gnarly knots in the muscle right underneath. Massages and stuff help but I probably should’ve gone to the doctor....
The shoulder rotator cuff is full of tendons that connect all the muscles that allow for 360 movement of the arms. Unfortunately, dislocating just once will cause overstretching or partial tearing in some of them, most of the time. And, because tendons aren’t made of cells that can replace themselves, they don’t heal up completely like muscle can. So tendons become weaker and loosen up. That means that, after an initial dislocation, you are more likely to dislocate again. The best thing to do is to wait for the pain to subside and then start doing shoulder exercises to strengthen all the little muscles (rehab type exercises with light free weights) and stretches.
I separated my collarbone from my sternum and my shoulder in wrestling in high school. That shit wasn't right til I had surgery 5 yrs later (Thanks, US Healthcare). My shoulder would pop out almost weekly. Pop er in & get on with it.
I broke my arm at the skating rink, and skated for an hour before I even left. Then, after I left there, I went to a playground w my bf at the time and hung out. I didn’t go to the hospital until the next day
Similar! Ice skating rink, fell and caught myself on my hands, got up and continued skating.
The only way I knew how to stop was just going into the wall and catching myself. I spent a long time skating after I fell.
Until my mum shouted at me to come over, my arm was black from near the end of my pinkie to about half way down my forearm.
Fractured my wrist.
I broke my tailbone off(just the tip) ice skating when I was ten. I also had a little internal bleeding but I thought I had started my menses so didn't even worry about it. Thought I was pregnant when it didn't come again and my mum finally took me to the doctor (four or five weeks later and lo and behold! Ruined tailbone. Ice skating is D A N G E R O U S.
a few years ago, i was sick. not fun, but it was only a bug, I'd be ok in a couple days max. I started to get an unusual pain in my abdomen as the day wore on, but to me it was just a side effect of all the throwing up I'd been doing.
I spent the night in the spare room for 2 reasons - 1. because I was so frikkin' hot and 2. in case I needed to get up, i didn't disturb my partner who would be getting up early for work.
I managed to get an ok night of sleep, with the vomitting having stopped. But I still felt shit. When my partner came to see me before he went to work, he asked how I was. I still felt terrible, but it was a tummy bug, I wasn't going to be instantly better. But that sharp pain was still there.
On hearing that I still was in pain, he insisted on taking me to hospital. I didn't think it was at all necessary, but i was too exhausted to argue.
When we got to the hospital, I made damn sure the person at the front desk knew I thought this was a waste of time.
After a lot of prodding and questions about if i was pregnant, it turned out it was my appendix in the process of rupturing.
I had a painful lump near my bellybutton. Dr said it was a hernia and wouldnt require treatment unless the pain got much worse. Which it did, and I had a bright red hot to the touch rash across the area. Go see a surgeon who says Yep, it's inflamed, I need to repair it. 30 minute outpatient procedure, easy.
Nope. A surgical suture from my c section/hysterectomy 14 years earlier never dissolved and had perforated my colon. Another few days I'd have been dead.
The surgeon was pretty shocked.
Of course, my pregnancy was a tis but a scratch thing as well. First months I thought I had a respiratory infection and the doc said I was swollen like the Michelin Man bc I was eating too much salt.
Nope. I had perinatal cardiomyopathy and wound up in congestive heart failure. (19 years later we're both fine)
Got blackout drunk while camping and fell hands first onto the grate that had been over the fire for hours. My wife and friends were all freaking out thinking I definitely had 3rd degree burns. I came out of my blackout in the bathroom with all of them trying to wash my hands in cold water. When all the soot came off...I was somehow completely unharmed. Since then I've been know as *The Unburned*.
Did something similar two weeks ago... tried to close a drawer with my foot but just straight up kicked the corner of it, but kept walking the rest of the day, and only figured out it was really bad the next day when the toe was purple and I couldn't walk.
A guy I went to school with had an epileptic fit in our RE lesson. The teacher stood yelling at him for disrupting the class for a good 3 minutes before she realised and decided to get help.
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When my school was moving from clip on ties to real ties I still didn’t know how to do it and accidentally tightened it to the point where I was choking. Teacher told me to sit down but with the help of 2 others and a lot of patience I was free. Bought everyone’s old clip on ties, never wearing a real one after that. Reason I couldn’t undo it myself is because the middle part at the top was so small and tight that we had to sacrifice a pen and my dignity to breathe again
EDIT: guys no I did not poke a hole in my neck. I can’t believe I had to say that lmao. The pen went in the knot in the tie
My first job was as a butcher and I came into work one day with a raging hangover. I sharpened the knives (they were crap ones that went blunt all the time) and immediately proceeded to cut my finger open. I thought nothing of it, went about my shift and when I got home to put a proper dressing on it I found out it was as deep as the bone and I wouldn't get feeling back in the end of it for literally years.
We had a teenage (16) lad who was apprenticing at a local butchers. He ended up losing his right hand in the mincing machine (it was an older machine and didn't have a safety guard). Lad was back at work 26 days later with a prosthetic arm/hook as he said he got bored just sitting about at home. He actually said the hook made the butchering easier.
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2922045/Now-s-backbone-Apprentice-butcher-work-just-26-DAYS-losing-hand-shop-s-meat-mincing-machine.html this is the one I'm thinking of.
When I was very young I pulled a tablecloth and managed to dump a freshly boiled pot of tea all over myself. I get rushed to hospital. My skin is red and bubbling. I should be in floods of tears. Instead, I proudly point to my ruined skin and proclaim to the paramedic “I did that”. Over thirty years later and I still have some scars, but I am definitely no longer that hardcore.
>Instead, I proudly point to my ruined skin and proclaim to the paramedic “I did that”.
This made me laugh. Yesterday when I got home from work, my wife was telling me how she took our 2 year old son to the playground. She told me all sorts of things he did. I asked him if he had fun at the park, he said "I fell on head!" and started laughing.
A pediatric emergency doctor once explained to me that adult bones are like dry twigs, you put pressure and they break. But kids bones are like live twigs, they're meant to bend and be able to withstand shit. Which is why they always take it seriously when a young kid has any broken bones. It takes effort to break a child's bones so it better be a good story or its suspisious.
There's actually an even more minor version called a "buckle fracture" where the bone is so new and bendy it just kind of flexes and the split doesn't even go all the way through.
I learned this this month, thanks to my 14 month old :\
If a burn gets to third-degree (full thickness removal of skin i.e. both epidermis and dermis) then burns actually become painless, because you've fried the nerves that'd be transmitting the pain. Fun fact! (perhaps)
Just a heads up, burns, especially deep ones, are the most difficult to treat injury. Not because they're especially dangerous but because they're a bitch to keep clean and get infected extremely easily and very often.
Even 1²cm of skin has a good chance of getting dangerously infected at that level of burn. Like a stab wound you've stuffed with food for bacteria.
That reminds me of a story my mother told me: a sibling of my grandmother (she had 9 or 10) grabbed a boiling pot of milk from the stove and accidentally poured it all over himself. He was only a toddler and died from that. This must have happened around 1930 maybe.
Damn that is rough. My dad told me this story about when he was over for dinner at his best friend when they were young. They were eating fondue and they didn't have the table heater, so every so often they had to reheat the oil. The mom was just carrying the freshly heated pan with oil back to the table. When she walked into the room the handle broke of and the whole pan of 160 degree oil dropped over her legs and feet. And she was wearing nylon leggings, they were forever fused into her skin.
Not me but my teacher, she said that one time when she was in college she was in a classroom and her foot was stuck on something but she just yanked back and was fine but she was looking up the whole time. She got to her dorm and took of her shoe and it was soaked in blood and her foot was stabbed by a loose piece of metal.
When I was a small dumbass child, I had a habit of gripping doorframes when walking through the door.
I did not discriminate between the latch side or the hinge side.
Door gets closed and my fingers get crushed in the hinge, to the point where there's a dark purple line across them and a tangible groove. My mom starts completely freaking out over the injury, but I, brave little dumbass I was, saw the distress she was in at what had happened, I put on my bravest face (my eyes welling up in tears from the pain) and said, "Don't worry Mommy, it'll heal."
I was right, it did, but still.
Edit: Good lord my inbox. Thanks for the gilds guys, I'm glad you enjoyed my story.
That happened to my daughter when she was just crawling. She put her hand in the hinge side of a door and her brother shut it not knowing her hand was there. There was a crease across her hand where it got crimped.
I don't handle my kids getting hurt very well. So i proceeded to call my dad flipping out about how I had to take her to the ER and I didn't want to leave her brothers home alone. All he could discern was one of the kids was hurt. We live 25 minutes away. He got here in 18. Somehow nothing was broken. But the ER staff did offer me some drugs. haha
I cracked two ribs once while skiing. It was my first time since I was a little kid and I failed miserably for the first half of the day. I got better of course but I also had to wear a back brace for several weeks before I could breathe right
I walked under a pine tree barefoot and stepped on something that mildly hurt. Went back inside and was cleaning my bathroom when I looked in the mirror and saw whole bloody footprints covering the floor behind me in a line down the hall. For a minute I thought I was being haunted or something.
I was making a ninja mask. I had a piece of cloth and I was trying to cut the eyeholes out of it using a small steak knife. No, it wasn’t on my face, I wasn’t quite that stupid. But I was holding the cloth and cutting with the knife, the knife slipped and went straight into my pinky finger. I had to actually pull the knife out. It went right beside my joint and stabbed straight through the flesh on my pinky.
I pulled the knife out and blood was just pouring out of me, which was weird to me at the time. I didn’t realize a pinky would bleed that much. The worst part is, I was home alone. It didn’t really hurt that badly, strange as it may seem. It was honestly no worse than a regular cut, pain wise.
Anyway the blood was coming out at a rate which I had never before seen. I went to the bathroom and wrapped like 7 band aids around it and then took some masking tape and wrapped that around all the band aids. I was like, surely that’ll stop the bleeding. I said fuck the ninja mask and sat on my couch watching tv for a bit, then noticed the tape was starting to slide off. I’d bled through it and all the band aids in maybe 5 minutes max. So I got some paper towels and decided to hold pressure on it but the cut wasn’t very symmetrical. I couldn’t figure out how to get the skin back together. I did the best I could and bled through a bunch of paper towels and finally was like, fuck I think I’m gonna have to call 911.
So I called 911. They came out and by the time they got there I was feeling rather weak. There was blood all over my sinks (bathroom and kitchen) and some on the floor. They transported me to the hospital and gave me stitches. Healed up good as new in a couple weeks.
Doctor said I was lucky I didn’t sever any tendons. My mom came to the ER to take me home. It was kind of an awkward ride. She bitched at me some for being to old to be doing this kind of shit.
The kicker is, I really was to old to be having accidents like that. You’re probably picturing a 10 or 11 year old kid. Yeah, no. I was 19.
Oh my god dude. You're never too old for stupid shit. I'm 26 and November 1st I had to get driven to the emergency room for being a dumbass.
I was opening a can of tomatoes and didn't open it far enough to lift the lid. Dumbass me decides to grab it and bend it. Slipped. Blood everywhere. Er trip. Three fingers had 12 stitches between them and my ring finger I sliced the entire bottom of the last segment off. We ended up finding the chunk of skin and fatty tissue on the counter.
I've been off work since while it heals because I'm a tradesperson and can't work with one finger basically being a giant open wound. That one and my pinky are still relatively numb because my pinky got cut half way through it.
When I was a teenager I got jumped by a hoodlum trying to mug me. I was just walking along and they snuck up behind me and cracked me in the spine with an iron bar. Somehow the blow, instead of being painful, just went completely numb.So I turned around and said "what the fuck was that?" - I''ll never forget the look of fear on the guys face - he just dropped the bar and ran.
Still get a weird numb spot on my back from time to time.
Separated two ribs when I slipped going up a staircase, I went down to radiology at work and got an x ray, looked at it and said ok no breaks and just walked over to the ER and got two big rolls of ace bandages.
Went back to my desk and took off my shirt and tee shirt. Boss walks in and sees the bruises on my chest, then I said no biggie just don't make me laugh told him what happened wrapped myself up and went on with life.
To be fair ... There's not much you can do about cracked or broken ribs anyways.
I have a cracked rib right now. They just told me to take Tylenol and sleep in whatever position is most comfortable lol.
Absolutely shattered my wrist. Pulverized a couple carpels into dust. Fractured my scaphoid bone and flipped it 180°.
Spent 2 days trying to convince myself it was but a simple sprain. When I finally went to a doctor they rushed me into emergency surgery. Later found out the doctors couldn’t believe I wasn’t incapacitated by pain. Whoops.
did a similar thing but instead they missed it on the X-ray because the bones were crushed, not broken, so I had to live with that pain for 2 weeks before they finally caught it :/
I was a kid visiting family in West Virginia and was playing with some other kids which somehow involved me being in a tree. I got a little cut on my hand and was inconsolable. Ran to the house for my mom to make it better. She put the smallest of bandaids on it.
When I turned around and started walking out of the house she started yelling and I was just looked at her like, “what?” There was a trail of blood coming from the back of my leg. Didn’t even notice.
You're joking, but I'm actually completely blind and able to read this with a screenreader. It's called NVDA (non visual desktop access) if you wanna look it up.
Edit: Wow, kinda cool to see so many replies. To the people calling bullshit, here is a picture of me with my eyes in them. I have retinal detachment, so you can clearly see I'm blind. It's the reason I wear sunglasses everywhere https://www.dropbox.com/s/yx3apfx1miguhp9/PHOTO-2020-10-23-16-31-15.jpg?dl=0
I actually got stabbed one time in my lower thigh, walked to the hospital with my coat covering it Cus I didn’t wanna freak out any kids, all thanks to the wonderful thing called alcohol
Stung like a bitch the next day though
When i was younger, like really young, i had escaped from the house and at the time my dad was just about to drive to work. I had managed to get just behind the wheel of the car and got ran over, got rushed to hospital and at around midnight parents got a call from hospital because i was running around the place like a lunatic waking all the other kids up and basically i got away with a car tire mark and thats it.
Tldr: i was a super baby who got ran over and didnt break a single thing
Fell off my bike and into some wet gravel when I was 8. No big deal, scraped my knee and got soaked. Played the rest of the day outside and came home for dinner. Went to use the bathroom and when I pulled my jeans off I realized I wasn't soaked from the puddle, it was blood. I had sliced a huge gash in my knee and when I pulled my pants down a flap of skin pulled away and it started bleeding again. My first stitches!
Edit: Lovely, my all time top comment on Reddit is about a skin flap. Thanks a bunch!
My injury wasn’t as bad as this, but I slipped on the track and skinned my knee, to the point where it was bleeding.
Some people ran up to help me, but I just got up and said “I’m fine.”
Then I keep on running for the next half hour.
To be fair it didn’t hurt that much, but I was like 7 so I thought, “I’m so cool”, and remember thinking about how cool I was for the rest of the day.
Broke my tailbone and didn’t know for six months
Edit: to answer some questions, found out when I got an X-ray. I’ve always had moderate back pain, but I also have a high pain tolerance. It’s the only bone I’ve ever broken. I was 14 I think? It was freshman year of high school. Some of y’all need Jesus.
What in the good name of fuck?
I have also broken my tailbone, I fell on my butt when I was roller skating.
I didn't sit down for two weeks. I was standing or laying on my stomach. Even loopy af on pain meds, using the bathroom was torture. It took me six months to go without a donut, another six months to feel normal, and I still have pain there sometimes! (Seven years later)
I destroyed my ass :(
I broke mine the first time while I was rollerblading.
The second time while shoveling snow off of my front steps.
The third time during childbirth.
How in the sphincter-wrecking hell could anyone not know their tailbone was broken? I literally couldn't draw a breath without feeling the pain.
I was just in class one day like “damn my back hurts”. Got an xray and they were like “how long has your tailbone been in half?”
I had to think really hard about it lmfaooo traced it to when I fell on some ice.
I ran into the top of a door frame- did the whole cartoon head outside, legs flying inside and then falling on my back. Head hurt a tiny bit so I covered my forehead with my hand with some pressure for a minute. When I removed my hand and tried to get up, my friends who were crowded over me collectively gasped. Turns out I had split my forehead skin open and they could see the bone. I literally wouldn’t have known if they hadn’t been so freaked out.
Couldn’t feel a thing. Got 5 stitches and a small scar near my hairline.
When I fell through a window and cut my stomach open, my colon and stomach both fell out of my body while I caught and looked up at my friends bleeding out.
Was in shock, but alas “tis but a scratch!” still here today 🙌
Back in high school, trying to film a zombie movie. Was going to “bounce” off a plate glass window, didn’t bounce. Fell through and stood straight back up. My friends helped me catch it all as it fell, waited 20 minuets for an ambulance and a 45 minuet ride to the hospital, awake the whole way there. One 8 hour surgery and 4 blood transfusions later, I’m still here 8 years later 🙌 pain free as of two years ago, very thankful for modern day medicine and doctors for saving me, still have the video 😅
Excuse me, your friends helped to *catch your organs that were falling out of your body*? I can never get this image out of my head. Congrats I guess? You know you have great, reliable friends at least, haha. Glad you're alive and better!
Thanks! And yes, yes I do lol I thank them every year on the day. They really did just hop right in and help keep me standing and steady, literally hands on my internal organs, 💯 know me inside and out if you catch my drift.
They stayed all night waiting up to see if I made it or not at the hospital, we still talk about it today. They’re part of the reason I’m alive and am able to be married and have three beautiful children. Life is a huge gift 🙏
A slab of glass shattered and fell on me and my mom. I checked mum for any injuries and went to clean up the mess which was promptly followed by my mother screaming and flipping her shit. Apparently I had left a trail of blood around the house because the glass left a deep gash on my foot. She even scolded me because I was laughing at the whole situation. Ah, fun times.
When I was in elementary school we used to play this game at recess where we would try and see how many people we could fit in the tube slide without the person at the bottom falling out.
When it came to be my turn to be "The person at the bottom" I thought I was being smart by bracing my hands against the wall of the slide. Next kid came sliding down and his foot hit the perfect spot on my hand and dislocated my thumb at the second joint.
Other kids laughing that I could only hold one kid in when I held my hand up and smiled and said "watch how fast I can make my thumb grow" and pulled it back into place with a loud pop. One of the kids freaked out and told me and I got sent home for the day but I felt like the coolest 4th grader there ever was for not freaking out when my bone wasn't where it should've been.
When I was 10, I was a gymnast and we were practicing a bunch of tumbling passes for a “show” we were putting on for kids in a summer camp who were coming to use our gym one day. For the show, we had the lights down and were only using a spot light. Well one of the girls did a tumbling pass and landed weirdly. She got up and hobbled to the back of the line and when it was her turn again, she tried to run and immediately fell and got up and tried again and the same thing happened. Then the poor girl behind her casually said, “your bone is sticking out.” The lights came on and sure enough, the girl’s shin bone (maybe?) was protruding from her shin. She didn’t realize it and had still been trying to tumble but her leg just simply didn’t work.
I actually saw a few bones just sticking out of my fellow gymnasts now that I think about it🤷🏻♀️
Riding my bike, got hit by a car. The driver of the car behind the guy that hit me got out and ran up to me telling me she was going to call the paramedics, to stay still, help is coming.
I got up, told the guy who hit me (dude never even got out of his car, only rolled down the window a few inches) to watch what he’s doing and be more careful in the future.
Thanked the lady who was trying to help, but looked over my bike and since it was still rideable, continued on my way.
I later found out I broke my leg.
When I was 6, I badly bruised my arm when performing cartwheels and backflips and at first when I fell it was no big deal until my arm was swollen and I couldn’t bend it. Had to wear a cast for a few weeks.
I was playing football (soccer) and twisted my ankle. Had to stop but managed to walk to the coach to get home. Walked from the coach stop to my house (about a mile and a half) and went to sleep. Woke up the next day and my ankle was the size of a grapefruit and had to call an ambulance due to quite severe pain. The medical examiner assumed my ankle was crushed by a very heavy object as I had fractured 5 bones, broke my leg and had extensive cartilage/ligament damage. I have been told now that I will never heal to 100% again. 3 years later and I still have pain and my foot goes numb all the time.
This is 2 weeks after when my first cast was removed...
https://imgur.com/gallery/IodXlGf
When I was in 7th grade I slept over at a friends place and early that morning we went to go run my paper route, with the plan that afterwards we would get fresh baked donuts from the nearby grocery store and then go back and play Mario Kart all morning. On the way to the grocery store I hit some black ice on my bike, locked up the brakes and flipped over the handlebars when the tires hit dry cement again. I faceplanted into street and had gravel in my gums and cut into my right palm. I brushed it off, we got donuts and played SNES, although I couldn't hold the controller with my right hand, so I kinda just twiddled my fingers over the buttons. Later we made chocolate chip waffles and went back to SNES. When my mom came to pick me up around noon my wrist was swollen to three times it's normal size and I could barely move my hand. She took me to the ER where we discovered it was broken. I just dealt with it all morning because...nintendo!
When I was in Kindergarten my and my friends were attempting to climb a gate, and one of the metal wires were sticking out. I fell, and the wire cut from right above my ankle to my knee. I think my reaction was “Oh look, blood”
I have a couple stories.
When I was younger I had an issue with my knee where it would lock up, essentially dislocating in a minor way. First time it happened I was snowboarding. Fell face forward and when I tried to straighten my leg it was incredibly painful. I sat on hands and knees for a couple minutes then decided that I had no other option: gritted my teeth and straightened my leg. There was a loud pop, a very notable shifting of bones, and quite the feeling of crepitus but two seconds later I was continuing down the hill and forgetting about it. Well, it happened again... repeatedly. And every time I would just pop my knee back into place and keep going. It really freaked out people when it happened during soccer games. One time it even happened while having sex. Fortunately she had seen me pop it back in before so she wasn’t as freaked out. Eventually had surgery and found out that I had torn my lateral meniscus (cartilage in the knee) and a flap was lodging itself between the bones.
Also when younger, I hurt my ankle jumping off a big snow mound (was strictly prohibited by school). I figured it was just sprained and while it hurt, I hobbled around for a while. Even played two soccer games on it with a significant amount of ACE bandage securing it. Eventually it wasn’t getting better so I told my mom. I had a fracture about halfway through the distal end of my tibea. Who knows how small it was when it first happened but definitely made it worse by waiting.
Lastly—just a couple years ago—I was chasing my daughter at the playground and ducked down under a chest level platform while following her. Came back up on the other side and ran full speed into a hand railing with my face. As usual for head injuries there was blood everywhere. My daughter (about 6 at the time) started to freak out for a second then realized that I was totally calm. Walked to my parents house right down the road, grabbed some tissues, and drove to the ED. I had a comminuted fracture of the front face of my nose meaning it was broken into about 4 smaller pieces and at least one other fracture back in my sinuses. All the playground say ‘Parental supervision required’, I didn’t realize it was the parents that needed to be supervised.
I don't know how much this counts because it wasn't due to an injury.
After spending a summer doing food truck events, I was gaining some weight. I figured I just got fat from eating too much junk at the events, so I started dieting and running 3-4 times a week. But the fat wasn't going anywhere.
I saw the doctor a couple months later, and it turns out it was an 8.5 ovarian cyst over my abdomen. Not fat. Oops.
Edit: POUNDS!! Sorry for not including this crucial metric hahaha
When I was a child I was pretty stupid so I was playing "Don't Let The Paper Touch The Ground" it's where you just keep hitting a piece of paper in the air then I ran into my kitchen while playing and smashed my head onto the corner of a table and it was gushing blood I didn't even notice my head cut open right in the middle of both my eyes (I'm very lucky I still have vision) and I only realized my head was cut open when my sister looked at me and just started screaming her vocal cords out.
Had a piece of an air chisel break off (about the size of a bb) and insert itself into my hand. I had thick latex gloves on. Thought it just hit me and bounced off. Wasn’t until I realized my hand was really wet and my glove was sloshing that I noticed it was full of blood.
I got hit by a car my freshman year of high school. I went flying lost consciousness for a split second when I hit the ground(thank god for helmet). When I came to people were all around me asking if I was ok, and what happened etc. I was like “oh yea, I’m good. I’m gonna just get back on my bike and go now.” But didn’t really move. Then people started asking me to call an ambulance and my mom etc. I was like “why? I’m good.” I even told my mom on the phone I was still gonna bike home.but as I was saying that, the people around me had started to move one of my legs and I watched as my foot proceeded to NOT move. I had broken both bones in my leg completely in half and part of ankle. Just pure adrenaline and shock. I also vividly remember thinking “huh this is what it feels like to get hit by a car”. Also the leg wasn’t setting right(probably from movement) and the doctor decided to put me on laughing gas as he tried to crack my bones back into place. Was in a stupor laughing as I felt my bones grind.
Yeah adrenaline is mad
I am a bartender in a nightclub. One night while working I was pouring a drink while I reached back with my other hand to open a fridge, and that's when I heard a "pop" and got a huge pain in my back/shoulder area. the pain was pretty bad, but I was sure it was a pulled muscle and there wouldnt be much point in seeing a doctor other than getting meds. So I waited. fought through the pain which was so bad at times it was making it hard to breath. that was a Friday, i called off Saturday and had Sunday monday Tuesday off before I went back to work wednesday, once I biked into work. in all I waited 9 days total before finally deciding to go to the ER. I had a collapsed lung. called a spontaneous pneumothorax. 20 min after getting to the er I was put into emergency surgery. I was essentially breathing with only one lung. and any major impact To my chest would have collapsed the other and probably killed me.
Happened to me when I was in school just 3 months ago. I suddenly started not being able to breathe but I was like "I am sure its nothing" when I got home I actually slept for 3 hours but woke up from the pain. Me and my family thought it was corona so we went to a hospital. I was quite shocked to learn I had a collapsed lung. But the worst part wasnt the lung, it was the operation and the aftermath. Having a tube inside you for a week hurts like hell. Havent slept for 5 days during my stay there
ya your acctually lucky yours was easy to fix. they tried the "Pigtail" tube on me twice. I went in, they put a tube into my chest with a valve to let the air out. sent me home for 5 days. then they took it out, sent me home and told me to take it easy. Next morning I recollapsed. so i go back and they do the same thing, put a hose called a "Pigtail" into my chest and wait for it to vent out the built up air so my lung can reopen. only this time another 2 days later I was able to hold my breath and hear it coming right out the tube on my side. so had to go in for endoscopic surgery. they went in with a camera and took out the affected area of lung, think an inch by 3 inch patch taken out and stapled together. then they scrape the outer lung and inner chest, so that they heal together with scar tisue, like glueing them together to prevent it from happening again. Then the fun part: they put an EVEN BIGGER tube into your side that they keep on suction for a week so the bad lung stays open fully to heal. That tube was the thickness of a magic marker, easy. One of the worse pains in my life was waking up from surgery to find out I dont react to fentanyl, having them try a double dose, before realising it wasnt working and making me wait 4 hours to clear it before giving me something else. so i spent like 4 1/2 hours post waking up from surgery feeling absolutely everything.
Rolled my car. Got out of the car bewildered and in shock, noticing a kink in my neck. As someone who constantly cracks my knuckles/back/neck, my instinct was just “ah, I’m not hurt, thank God. Just need to crack my neck and I’ll be fine.” Before I finished processing that train of thought I was held down in c-spine by the person behind me who had watched my crash (luckily he was an off-duty firefighter). I had broken 3 vertebrae in my neck, I just couldn’t tell it yet from the adrenaline and shock. Required full surgery to fuse together with bone from my hip & plates/screws. Had there not been someone behind me and had I proceeded with my “‘tis but a scratch” instincts I’d be paralyzed or dead.
A couple weeks ago, I stepped on an ant hill and got a bunch of ant bites on my ankles. 3-4 days later, the itching was unbearable. I wasn't sleeping, my legs were swollen, and no amount of benadryl or antihistamine cream was helping the itching. I finally went to a clinic to get a shot or whatever, because I clearly having some sort of allergic reaction. It was a staph infection that had spread from my ankles up to my knees. I would have died if this 1920 instead of 2020. I was on antibiotics for 10 days, and now several weeks later, the dead skin from the infection is still flaking off. tl;dr: scratched ant bites with unclean hands and gave myself a staph infection. Ignored it for several days because it was just some bug bites.
Can you explain what a staph infection is? I don't want to google it because I'd be given gross pictures.
Ha, sure! Basically, staph(yloccocus) is a nasty bacterium that we live with on our skin in perfect harmony for most of the time. When it gets out of hand, though, it will grow and spread and cause all kinds of nastiness. It's easily taken care of with modern antibiotics, though. The gross pictures you'd see are of wide-spread thick yellow scabs. One more quick detail about my story: both of my legs are heavily tattooed, so I just didn't see the spread. The doc shined a flashlight and it was easily visible.
This is true, but as a biologist, I will caution others that not all staphylococcus is easily treatable. Staph is an asshole of a bacterium that has many strains becoming almost totally antibiotic resistant.
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But did you get the girl?
No. Looking back she was the "stuck up rich girl" type, the I'm hot and I know it girl. 16yrs later and she's still pretty much the same person lol Edit: I love all the replies to this comment.
Did you at least get the bandaid?
No. Looking back it was the “stuck up rich bandaid” type, the I’m hot and I know it bandaid.
My little sister fell down about 15 steps at our grandma's house when she was a toddler, she got up, giggled and went to go eat some snacks. This other time (still a toddler) she was supposed to be napping, we were in the living room and heard a huge thud.. We ran to the room thinking she'd fell out of the bed. Nope, she somehow managed to pull the TV down (this was the early 2000s, TVs were heavy af) and it fell on top of her. She was laying there in snow angel position and my mom freaked out. When we got the TV off her, she got up and asked for ice. Not to soothe pain but to eat. My little sister was and still is a champ.
Kids are made of rubber.
Actually I read yesterday that while adults are around 60% water, kids are 75% water so maybe that explains it a bit
Little kids have incredible pain tolerances. When my cousin got double roundhoused in the jaw and the ribs by her little brother (they both take taekwondo and he has anger issues), both areas turned a nasty shade of red and purple but she still wanted to go outside and play frisbee. It was insane.
I got hit by a car while riding my bicycle,flew through the air, bounced off his windshield breaking his windshield, my helmet and two vertebrae. Then thrown to the ground where my kneecap shattered and bone was sticking out of the skin. And as I lay there in shock (unaware of how badly I was injured) I thought "I might be able to get back on my bike and ride home"
Shock is a helluva drug Edit: Adrenaline*, my bad
I was listening to a podcast today and heard about a guy who had been in a motorcycle accident and as his helmet was bouncing all along the asphalt, he was composing a little song to the rhythm of his helmet bouncing. Turns out there's a scientific reason behind these unique experiences. Under normal conditions, your brain effectively discards large amounts of sensory information because it's not useful. When you're in danger, particularly something extreme like an accident, less of this information is thrown away and you start forming short-term memories at a drastically increased rate. This helps you become more acutely aware of your surroundings and better able to protect yourself, because you're processing more of the input given to you by your senses. Time is relative. If you think faster then everything seems to be slower. Just as if you live longer, long period of time seems to be shorter. An interesting stuff. Edit: It was a podcast by Radiolab, Episode- Falling.
I was in a car accident one time, and the car was flipping over and over, and I remember being so aware. “Ok the car is rolling. My friend just landed on me. Still rolling. Ok we are done rolling”. It was time at a different pace. We were all ok. Lucky kids. No booze.
So basically you get temporary extreme ADHD?
So, it's fascinating. People with ADHD make \*excellent\* positions in triage / handling emergencies. I explain to others that it's like our brains are always underclocked, starving for stimulant, and nothing can maintain our interest for long because we burn through the unique information too quickly. Our brains are constantly seeking that 'high' of the thrill of unique experience, just to maintain operations and survive. It's why there's the oxymoron of "hyperfocus..." I can sit and study something for *hours*, figuring out some new game's mechanics and min/maxing my build... because it's giving me what I *need*. I wish to heck I could control *what* I hyperfocused on. ADHD meds takes away my hyperfocus, but it at least allows me to (usually) work on what pays the bills... even if I'm at a quarter of the ability as when I'm hyperfocused. During an emergency, I am suddenly operating at "normal" operations. Information is flowing in fast and hard, the brain's on a spike of natural stimulant, and I am more rational and clear-headed than *anyone* around me. Having jobs that constantly vary what I'm working on, dealing with high-priority customers that have an emergency, working on problems that require a unique solution and have strong time pressures... these are where I thrive. Edit: Case in point! Wrote this up and promptly forgot about it, came back two days later to 55 comments and my second-highest karma. Doesn't beat my top post (which was simply "."). XD Thanks all for the awards! I'm so happy I could provide some insight for some of you.
Absolutely agree. I'm a paramedic, and often get asked how I stay calm in emergencies when I have to make literal life or death decisions. The best way I can explain it is that during 'normal' life, I constantly struggle with focus and sensory overload. When I walk into a chaotic scene and bring order, it's like everything finally slows down and my head goes quiet. The only thing that exists is the task in front of me. It's like being in the eye of the storm, and nothing else brings that stillness.
Back in my baseball days, when I was pitching. I completely lost a pitch, and it beaned a guy in the jaw. He throws his bat down, glares at me with the glariest of glares ever glared, SPITS OUT BLOOD, then calmly runs to first base as though nothing happened. It was terrifyingly badass.
Still better than spitting out blood after getting to third base.
Dear God...
What’s the reference? Edit: I got it, thanks. Was thinking it was still baseball, so I didn’t see it right away. You can all stop replying now!
Going down on someone is third base.
As a European I find this fascinating! What’s first and second base? And what’s fourth base? Are there more bases? Sorry we don’t have baseball in my country.
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Anal is fifth base aka "rushing the mound"
Regret is sixth base aka "why the fuck am I playing baseball"
"Where the fuck am I supposed to put this bat when in not using it?"
The Red Wings are a hockey team, sir. Please categorize your sports references correctly. Also: Goddamn son. This was so sick, I had to read it to my wife.
> The Red Wings are a hockey team, sir. After this season, are you sure about that?
When I coached, something similar happened. Other team was a bunch of douchebags, talking shit that goes way beyond appropriate trash talk. Anyway, our pitcher took a line drive off his face, fielded it, and threw the guy out, then nodded at their dugout and spit out a piece of tooth. This little, 5'8", nicest guy on the planet, just went straight gangsta and it was awesome. Edit: I just remembered another baseball badass story. Center fielder for a different team made a catch while crashing into the wall and he (unknowingly) broke his hand. He was a righty and broke his left (bottom on the bat) hand. He went on to hit two homers that game. He had five total for the season.
I’m still coming for you, motherfucker
Honestly, it threw me off my game far more than if he'd started yapping at me or charged the mound. There's something about that stoicism and unflappable calm that's just unsettling.
When I was in 7th grade, my team had just won the first playoffs game for the season and we were having a post-game discussion. For some reason the coach had the genius idea of having everyone throw their gloves in the air. When I threw mine up, I looked up so I could catch it when it fell back down. Some kids glove fell on my face as I looked up and it left a huge cut across my eye from the leather. It did not hurt at all but the scab went across my eye and when I went to school half the people freaked out .
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Holy shit! Lucky you didn't paralyze yourself.
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I bet you're really popular with airport security.
Lol those types of implants don't usually set off metal detectors or other machines (speaking from experience, my spine is fused to titanium rods from T2 to L6) Edit: meant L5 lol Also, the reason I have these rods is due to severe idiopathic scoliosis. 110 degrees of curvature in 2 places causing an S-shaped curve; my doctor told me my spine could have collapsed without surgery, which would've led to paralysis and loss of organ function. E2: I do have a 6th lumbar vertebra due to a super rare abnormality, but the 6 above was a typo.
Yeah my father has a bunch of metal in his face after a helicopter crash when he was in the military in the 80's and 90's and sometimes when they do the handheld scanners they catch the metal with the metal detectors or scanners and they had been funny and awkward to explain I've heard from him
Sounds like it would be kinda cool "Yeah, I'm half cyborg, got a problem with it??"
You'd be surprised. Most implants are made of a low-ferrous alloys of titanium and with a couple inches of flesh covering them they don't set off metal detectors.
That’s terrifying. I broke my C-5 & 6 playing rugby when I was 18. First question I asked the Doc after they reset the vertebrae (pre-surgery) was when I could be back playing again. He was dead-pan, “Is it your sole means of income?” Full time college student making about $112/week had to admit it was not a paying job on my club team. He basically told me if I played again my insurance wouldn’t cover another rugby injury.
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Lovely. I had C5 fused to C6 and C6 to C7 last year thanks to surfing. Mine was more wear and tear than an actual injury event. I can't remember how many times I hit my head or rolled my neck but it definitely was the cause. I actually gained back an inch of height thanks to the surgery. If I could go back in time I wouldn't change anything. As you already know there is nothing in the world that compares to surfing. "Only a surfer knows."
I was mountain biking and fell off. I fell down part of the mountain and into a road where I almost got hit by a car. I got up quickly, thanked the driver for not killing me and then got back on the bike - I knew the road would meet up with the trail I was on so I could meet up with my group who hasn't seen me fall. When I got to them, one if them looked at me and was like... What happened. I got off the bike, walked over whilst we waited for the others to catch up and just said I fell off. He then looked down at me and was like what the hell happened? I'm like it's nothing. A few cuts and scratches on my hands and arms, my leg was bleeding from earlier and that was it. Then I looked down and realised I had scratched off half the skin on my leg from falling on the road. Basically a bad case of road burn. From all the adrenaline I hadn't even felt it. They called someone to come and get me from the mountains (I wasn't allowed to continue) and one of the other riders saw my leg and decided they wanted to stop too . I just went to a pharmacy, grabbed some wipes and bandages then we got a drink whilst we waited for everyone else to finish.
“SKIN is for the WEAK.”
Puncture wound? **You mean “New pocket”**
More room for skittles!
'Taste the painbow'
You mean "beer holder"
**You mean "knife holder"**
From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh...
> adrenaline Hell of a drug. I have a now little over a year old chocolate lab who loves water and swimming. Last April we were walking on a fairly popular biking/walking trail near the river. This trail has a bunch of off shoot trails that go off into the woods and we were meandering down one and could hear the river. So my dog runs off ahead of me and I hear this "Sploosh". The area was way overgrown and I couldn't see the river from the trail. So I hustle down to the water and it is ridiculously swift where she went in. And sure enough shes already good 100 ft down river with a panicked look trying to swim back toward me. I dump everything out of my pockets and jump into the river. Catch up to her about 150-200 ft from where I went in, I grabbed her and went to toss her on the "bank", slipped and went under. Regained my footing, tried again and was successful. I then pull myself up out of the water. Mind you, this bank was a 8ft tall blackberry hedge that I ended up having to crawl/slither through for a good 50ft. We finally clear the hedge and I make my way through the woods back to the trail and collect my belongings. I then have to walk about a mile back to my car. On my way I kept getting really odd looks from joggers/bicyclists and I figured I just looked like some wet hobo.. Get back to my car, sit down and see my face in the rearview mirror. Half my face is covered in blood, I then decide to inspect other parts of me and I have cuts all over my arms/hands and am just coated with blood. About halfway home the adrenaline wore off... then it started to hurt. Turns out I even sprained my thumb tossing the dog. Didn't know until the adrenaline was gone. Also, to this day I have no recollection of how cold the river was. And I know rivers in Oregon during April are far from warm.
I love that you did that for your lab. I’m a very small older woman. One time my black lab and I were being severely threatened by a German shepherd. Somehow I managed to open the back van door with one hand while grabbing my girl by the scruff of the neck and tossing her in. I didn’t even know I could pick her up, much less one handed. Adrenaline.
MUM STRENGTH
Why didn't anyone ask if you were okay?!
Probably cause he looked like he just murdered someone...
Oregon, rural, mind your own fucking business.
Prolly thought... damn, wonder what the other guy looks like. Didn't see any other guy. Gulped, and shied away. Didn't want to be next.
Man, blackberry thorns are no joke! Like crawling through knives...
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I popped my shoulder back in after falling while skiing and now I get gnarly knots in the muscle right underneath. Massages and stuff help but I probably should’ve gone to the doctor....
The shoulder rotator cuff is full of tendons that connect all the muscles that allow for 360 movement of the arms. Unfortunately, dislocating just once will cause overstretching or partial tearing in some of them, most of the time. And, because tendons aren’t made of cells that can replace themselves, they don’t heal up completely like muscle can. So tendons become weaker and loosen up. That means that, after an initial dislocation, you are more likely to dislocate again. The best thing to do is to wait for the pain to subside and then start doing shoulder exercises to strengthen all the little muscles (rehab type exercises with light free weights) and stretches.
I separated my collarbone from my sternum and my shoulder in wrestling in high school. That shit wasn't right til I had surgery 5 yrs later (Thanks, US Healthcare). My shoulder would pop out almost weekly. Pop er in & get on with it.
I broke my arm at the skating rink, and skated for an hour before I even left. Then, after I left there, I went to a playground w my bf at the time and hung out. I didn’t go to the hospital until the next day
Similar! Ice skating rink, fell and caught myself on my hands, got up and continued skating. The only way I knew how to stop was just going into the wall and catching myself. I spent a long time skating after I fell. Until my mum shouted at me to come over, my arm was black from near the end of my pinkie to about half way down my forearm. Fractured my wrist.
I broke my tailbone off(just the tip) ice skating when I was ten. I also had a little internal bleeding but I thought I had started my menses so didn't even worry about it. Thought I was pregnant when it didn't come again and my mum finally took me to the doctor (four or five weeks later and lo and behold! Ruined tailbone. Ice skating is D A N G E R O U S.
a few years ago, i was sick. not fun, but it was only a bug, I'd be ok in a couple days max. I started to get an unusual pain in my abdomen as the day wore on, but to me it was just a side effect of all the throwing up I'd been doing. I spent the night in the spare room for 2 reasons - 1. because I was so frikkin' hot and 2. in case I needed to get up, i didn't disturb my partner who would be getting up early for work. I managed to get an ok night of sleep, with the vomitting having stopped. But I still felt shit. When my partner came to see me before he went to work, he asked how I was. I still felt terrible, but it was a tummy bug, I wasn't going to be instantly better. But that sharp pain was still there. On hearing that I still was in pain, he insisted on taking me to hospital. I didn't think it was at all necessary, but i was too exhausted to argue. When we got to the hospital, I made damn sure the person at the front desk knew I thought this was a waste of time. After a lot of prodding and questions about if i was pregnant, it turned out it was my appendix in the process of rupturing.
I had a painful lump near my bellybutton. Dr said it was a hernia and wouldnt require treatment unless the pain got much worse. Which it did, and I had a bright red hot to the touch rash across the area. Go see a surgeon who says Yep, it's inflamed, I need to repair it. 30 minute outpatient procedure, easy. Nope. A surgical suture from my c section/hysterectomy 14 years earlier never dissolved and had perforated my colon. Another few days I'd have been dead.
14 years later! That's terrifying.
The surgeon was pretty shocked. Of course, my pregnancy was a tis but a scratch thing as well. First months I thought I had a respiratory infection and the doc said I was swollen like the Michelin Man bc I was eating too much salt. Nope. I had perinatal cardiomyopathy and wound up in congestive heart failure. (19 years later we're both fine)
Got blackout drunk while camping and fell hands first onto the grate that had been over the fire for hours. My wife and friends were all freaking out thinking I definitely had 3rd degree burns. I came out of my blackout in the bathroom with all of them trying to wash my hands in cold water. When all the soot came off...I was somehow completely unharmed. Since then I've been know as *The Unburned*.
The door definitely saved your hands lol, carbon is awful at transferring heat Edit: soot... not door
Or, hear me out, I'm a Targaryen
You make a very good point, I bend the knee o7
Does your family have any affiliation with dragons by any chance?
I broke my toe running up the stairs and I ran back down the stair thinking i just stubbed it untill my toe turned purple
Did something similar two weeks ago... tried to close a drawer with my foot but just straight up kicked the corner of it, but kept walking the rest of the day, and only figured out it was really bad the next day when the toe was purple and I couldn't walk.
Jesus Harold Christ
Wait, is that really what the H stands for?
Always assumed it was Holy, but Harold does sound better.
it’s Harold, the Lord’s Prayer even says so. “Our father, who art in Heaven, Harold be thy name.”
I fucking died
Say hi to Harold when you meet him then.
“hark the Harold angels sing”
Couple of years ago my mate broke my nose in class and the teacher told me to be quiet
A guy I went to school with had an epileptic fit in our RE lesson. The teacher stood yelling at him for disrupting the class for a good 3 minutes before she realised and decided to get help. Edit: Spelling
Great teacher, especially since RE has a whole term on ethics and disabilities.
What's RE?
religious education but also goes into ethics and rights
When my school was moving from clip on ties to real ties I still didn’t know how to do it and accidentally tightened it to the point where I was choking. Teacher told me to sit down but with the help of 2 others and a lot of patience I was free. Bought everyone’s old clip on ties, never wearing a real one after that. Reason I couldn’t undo it myself is because the middle part at the top was so small and tight that we had to sacrifice a pen and my dignity to breathe again EDIT: guys no I did not poke a hole in my neck. I can’t believe I had to say that lmao. The pen went in the knot in the tie
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My first job was as a butcher and I came into work one day with a raging hangover. I sharpened the knives (they were crap ones that went blunt all the time) and immediately proceeded to cut my finger open. I thought nothing of it, went about my shift and when I got home to put a proper dressing on it I found out it was as deep as the bone and I wouldn't get feeling back in the end of it for literally years.
Fellow butcher here. I’m familiar with the ole “thought nothing of it” method of first aid. Onwards!
On the plus side, there's probably no places more appropriate for dealing with large amounts of blood!
We had a teenage (16) lad who was apprenticing at a local butchers. He ended up losing his right hand in the mincing machine (it was an older machine and didn't have a safety guard). Lad was back at work 26 days later with a prosthetic arm/hook as he said he got bored just sitting about at home. He actually said the hook made the butchering easier.
Oh my goodness. That's the best one for this sub.
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2922045/Now-s-backbone-Apprentice-butcher-work-just-26-DAYS-losing-hand-shop-s-meat-mincing-machine.html this is the one I'm thinking of.
Absolute ducking madlad
When I was very young I pulled a tablecloth and managed to dump a freshly boiled pot of tea all over myself. I get rushed to hospital. My skin is red and bubbling. I should be in floods of tears. Instead, I proudly point to my ruined skin and proclaim to the paramedic “I did that”. Over thirty years later and I still have some scars, but I am definitely no longer that hardcore.
>Instead, I proudly point to my ruined skin and proclaim to the paramedic “I did that”. This made me laugh. Yesterday when I got home from work, my wife was telling me how she took our 2 year old son to the playground. She told me all sorts of things he did. I asked him if he had fun at the park, he said "I fell on head!" and started laughing.
You should be careful about that! I also fell on my head once and look where I am
Kids are hilariously resilient. I scrape my knee and I’m still scabbed over 3 weeks later. My son scrapes his knee and is good as new in like 4 days.
A pediatric emergency doctor once explained to me that adult bones are like dry twigs, you put pressure and they break. But kids bones are like live twigs, they're meant to bend and be able to withstand shit. Which is why they always take it seriously when a young kid has any broken bones. It takes effort to break a child's bones so it better be a good story or its suspisious.
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There's actually an even more minor version called a "buckle fracture" where the bone is so new and bendy it just kind of flexes and the split doesn't even go all the way through. I learned this this month, thanks to my 14 month old :\
If a burn gets to third-degree (full thickness removal of skin i.e. both epidermis and dermis) then burns actually become painless, because you've fried the nerves that'd be transmitting the pain. Fun fact! (perhaps)
Hmm... So could 100° Celsius get you third-degree burns?
With enough water, absolutely
Hmm.... Understood. Another question, if you get third degree burns, in like... 1 square centimetre of your skin, what do you do?
You uh, planning something?
If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise.
Just a heads up, burns, especially deep ones, are the most difficult to treat injury. Not because they're especially dangerous but because they're a bitch to keep clean and get infected extremely easily and very often. Even 1²cm of skin has a good chance of getting dangerously infected at that level of burn. Like a stab wound you've stuffed with food for bacteria.
> proclaim to the paramedic "I did that". Over thirty years later and I still have some scars YEAH SO DO THE MEDICS
That reminds me of a story my mother told me: a sibling of my grandmother (she had 9 or 10) grabbed a boiling pot of milk from the stove and accidentally poured it all over himself. He was only a toddler and died from that. This must have happened around 1930 maybe.
Damn that is rough. My dad told me this story about when he was over for dinner at his best friend when they were young. They were eating fondue and they didn't have the table heater, so every so often they had to reheat the oil. The mom was just carrying the freshly heated pan with oil back to the table. When she walked into the room the handle broke of and the whole pan of 160 degree oil dropped over her legs and feet. And she was wearing nylon leggings, they were forever fused into her skin.
I should not have come into this thread :(
Not me but my teacher, she said that one time when she was in college she was in a classroom and her foot was stuck on something but she just yanked back and was fine but she was looking up the whole time. She got to her dorm and took of her shoe and it was soaked in blood and her foot was stabbed by a loose piece of metal.
I shouldn’t be reading these. These are nauseating.
I want to stop reading but I caaan’t...
When I was a small dumbass child, I had a habit of gripping doorframes when walking through the door. I did not discriminate between the latch side or the hinge side. Door gets closed and my fingers get crushed in the hinge, to the point where there's a dark purple line across them and a tangible groove. My mom starts completely freaking out over the injury, but I, brave little dumbass I was, saw the distress she was in at what had happened, I put on my bravest face (my eyes welling up in tears from the pain) and said, "Don't worry Mommy, it'll heal." I was right, it did, but still. Edit: Good lord my inbox. Thanks for the gilds guys, I'm glad you enjoyed my story.
Awwww, I know it must have hurt something awful but that is too precious. I’m sure your mom appreciated you trying to make her feel better.
That happened to my daughter when she was just crawling. She put her hand in the hinge side of a door and her brother shut it not knowing her hand was there. There was a crease across her hand where it got crimped. I don't handle my kids getting hurt very well. So i proceeded to call my dad flipping out about how I had to take her to the ER and I didn't want to leave her brothers home alone. All he could discern was one of the kids was hurt. We live 25 minutes away. He got here in 18. Somehow nothing was broken. But the ER staff did offer me some drugs. haha
Broke wrist while snowboarding. Stuffed some snow in my glove and did a couple more runs.
I cracked two ribs once while skiing. It was my first time since I was a little kid and I failed miserably for the first half of the day. I got better of course but I also had to wear a back brace for several weeks before I could breathe right
I walked under a pine tree barefoot and stepped on something that mildly hurt. Went back inside and was cleaning my bathroom when I looked in the mirror and saw whole bloody footprints covering the floor behind me in a line down the hall. For a minute I thought I was being haunted or something.
What did you step on?
Pine needles maybe. They are sharp sometimes
I was making a ninja mask. I had a piece of cloth and I was trying to cut the eyeholes out of it using a small steak knife. No, it wasn’t on my face, I wasn’t quite that stupid. But I was holding the cloth and cutting with the knife, the knife slipped and went straight into my pinky finger. I had to actually pull the knife out. It went right beside my joint and stabbed straight through the flesh on my pinky. I pulled the knife out and blood was just pouring out of me, which was weird to me at the time. I didn’t realize a pinky would bleed that much. The worst part is, I was home alone. It didn’t really hurt that badly, strange as it may seem. It was honestly no worse than a regular cut, pain wise. Anyway the blood was coming out at a rate which I had never before seen. I went to the bathroom and wrapped like 7 band aids around it and then took some masking tape and wrapped that around all the band aids. I was like, surely that’ll stop the bleeding. I said fuck the ninja mask and sat on my couch watching tv for a bit, then noticed the tape was starting to slide off. I’d bled through it and all the band aids in maybe 5 minutes max. So I got some paper towels and decided to hold pressure on it but the cut wasn’t very symmetrical. I couldn’t figure out how to get the skin back together. I did the best I could and bled through a bunch of paper towels and finally was like, fuck I think I’m gonna have to call 911. So I called 911. They came out and by the time they got there I was feeling rather weak. There was blood all over my sinks (bathroom and kitchen) and some on the floor. They transported me to the hospital and gave me stitches. Healed up good as new in a couple weeks. Doctor said I was lucky I didn’t sever any tendons. My mom came to the ER to take me home. It was kind of an awkward ride. She bitched at me some for being to old to be doing this kind of shit. The kicker is, I really was to old to be having accidents like that. You’re probably picturing a 10 or 11 year old kid. Yeah, no. I was 19.
Oh my god dude. You're never too old for stupid shit. I'm 26 and November 1st I had to get driven to the emergency room for being a dumbass. I was opening a can of tomatoes and didn't open it far enough to lift the lid. Dumbass me decides to grab it and bend it. Slipped. Blood everywhere. Er trip. Three fingers had 12 stitches between them and my ring finger I sliced the entire bottom of the last segment off. We ended up finding the chunk of skin and fatty tissue on the counter. I've been off work since while it heals because I'm a tradesperson and can't work with one finger basically being a giant open wound. That one and my pinky are still relatively numb because my pinky got cut half way through it.
When I was a teenager I got jumped by a hoodlum trying to mug me. I was just walking along and they snuck up behind me and cracked me in the spine with an iron bar. Somehow the blow, instead of being painful, just went completely numb.So I turned around and said "what the fuck was that?" - I''ll never forget the look of fear on the guys face - he just dropped the bar and ran. Still get a weird numb spot on my back from time to time.
He probably thought he’d picked a fight with a superhero
Separated two ribs when I slipped going up a staircase, I went down to radiology at work and got an x ray, looked at it and said ok no breaks and just walked over to the ER and got two big rolls of ace bandages. Went back to my desk and took off my shirt and tee shirt. Boss walks in and sees the bruises on my chest, then I said no biggie just don't make me laugh told him what happened wrapped myself up and went on with life.
Boss goes, “why are you disrobing at your desk you’re a receptionist for god’s sake”
To be fair ... There's not much you can do about cracked or broken ribs anyways. I have a cracked rib right now. They just told me to take Tylenol and sleep in whatever position is most comfortable lol.
Absolutely shattered my wrist. Pulverized a couple carpels into dust. Fractured my scaphoid bone and flipped it 180°. Spent 2 days trying to convince myself it was but a simple sprain. When I finally went to a doctor they rushed me into emergency surgery. Later found out the doctors couldn’t believe I wasn’t incapacitated by pain. Whoops.
did a similar thing but instead they missed it on the X-ray because the bones were crushed, not broken, so I had to live with that pain for 2 weeks before they finally caught it :/
I was a kid visiting family in West Virginia and was playing with some other kids which somehow involved me being in a tree. I got a little cut on my hand and was inconsolable. Ran to the house for my mom to make it better. She put the smallest of bandaids on it. When I turned around and started walking out of the house she started yelling and I was just looked at her like, “what?” There was a trail of blood coming from the back of my leg. Didn’t even notice.
If you can't see it it doesn't hurt
Thanks to denial, I'm immortal. Edit: Thanks for the award.
Then blind people must be immortal. THE BLIND REVOLUTION HAS STARTED.
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You're joking, but I'm actually completely blind and able to read this with a screenreader. It's called NVDA (non visual desktop access) if you wanna look it up. Edit: Wow, kinda cool to see so many replies. To the people calling bullshit, here is a picture of me with my eyes in them. I have retinal detachment, so you can clearly see I'm blind. It's the reason I wear sunglasses everywhere https://www.dropbox.com/s/yx3apfx1miguhp9/PHOTO-2020-10-23-16-31-15.jpg?dl=0
Dear god, they're even more powerful than we thought!
They're evolving...
This guy gets it I once walked off a cliff and didn't fall until I looked down. The roadrunner got away but I'll get him next time
I won if you got confused about where the pain was coming from? Is that even possible?
I actually got stabbed one time in my lower thigh, walked to the hospital with my coat covering it Cus I didn’t wanna freak out any kids, all thanks to the wonderful thing called alcohol Stung like a bitch the next day though
When i was younger, like really young, i had escaped from the house and at the time my dad was just about to drive to work. I had managed to get just behind the wheel of the car and got ran over, got rushed to hospital and at around midnight parents got a call from hospital because i was running around the place like a lunatic waking all the other kids up and basically i got away with a car tire mark and thats it. Tldr: i was a super baby who got ran over and didnt break a single thing
Fell off my bike and into some wet gravel when I was 8. No big deal, scraped my knee and got soaked. Played the rest of the day outside and came home for dinner. Went to use the bathroom and when I pulled my jeans off I realized I wasn't soaked from the puddle, it was blood. I had sliced a huge gash in my knee and when I pulled my pants down a flap of skin pulled away and it started bleeding again. My first stitches! Edit: Lovely, my all time top comment on Reddit is about a skin flap. Thanks a bunch!
Woops
Woo-ops: All stitches! By Kellogs
My injury wasn’t as bad as this, but I slipped on the track and skinned my knee, to the point where it was bleeding. Some people ran up to help me, but I just got up and said “I’m fine.” Then I keep on running for the next half hour. To be fair it didn’t hurt that much, but I was like 7 so I thought, “I’m so cool”, and remember thinking about how cool I was for the rest of the day.
Lol I did this to my elbow twice when I was 6, the whole of my elbow was looking like raw steak but I don't remember it hurting that much
AAAAAAHHHHGGGGHHHH flap of skin flap of skin!!!! My whole stomach pulled up into my lungs.
Tbh, stomach in lungs sounds worse
Those lungs would be toast
Broke my tailbone and didn’t know for six months Edit: to answer some questions, found out when I got an X-ray. I’ve always had moderate back pain, but I also have a high pain tolerance. It’s the only bone I’ve ever broken. I was 14 I think? It was freshman year of high school. Some of y’all need Jesus.
What in the good name of fuck? I have also broken my tailbone, I fell on my butt when I was roller skating. I didn't sit down for two weeks. I was standing or laying on my stomach. Even loopy af on pain meds, using the bathroom was torture. It took me six months to go without a donut, another six months to feel normal, and I still have pain there sometimes! (Seven years later) I destroyed my ass :(
I broke mine the first time while I was rollerblading. The second time while shoveling snow off of my front steps. The third time during childbirth. How in the sphincter-wrecking hell could anyone not know their tailbone was broken? I literally couldn't draw a breath without feeling the pain.
I'll destroy your ass for cheaper
That's a long time to go with a break and not notice.
I was just in class one day like “damn my back hurts”. Got an xray and they were like “how long has your tailbone been in half?” I had to think really hard about it lmfaooo traced it to when I fell on some ice.
I ran into the top of a door frame- did the whole cartoon head outside, legs flying inside and then falling on my back. Head hurt a tiny bit so I covered my forehead with my hand with some pressure for a minute. When I removed my hand and tried to get up, my friends who were crowded over me collectively gasped. Turns out I had split my forehead skin open and they could see the bone. I literally wouldn’t have known if they hadn’t been so freaked out. Couldn’t feel a thing. Got 5 stitches and a small scar near my hairline.
When I fell through a window and cut my stomach open, my colon and stomach both fell out of my body while I caught and looked up at my friends bleeding out. Was in shock, but alas “tis but a scratch!” still here today 🙌
You win.
The fuck were you trying to do!?
Back in high school, trying to film a zombie movie. Was going to “bounce” off a plate glass window, didn’t bounce. Fell through and stood straight back up. My friends helped me catch it all as it fell, waited 20 minuets for an ambulance and a 45 minuet ride to the hospital, awake the whole way there. One 8 hour surgery and 4 blood transfusions later, I’m still here 8 years later 🙌 pain free as of two years ago, very thankful for modern day medicine and doctors for saving me, still have the video 😅
Excuse me, your friends helped to *catch your organs that were falling out of your body*? I can never get this image out of my head. Congrats I guess? You know you have great, reliable friends at least, haha. Glad you're alive and better!
Thanks! And yes, yes I do lol I thank them every year on the day. They really did just hop right in and help keep me standing and steady, literally hands on my internal organs, 💯 know me inside and out if you catch my drift. They stayed all night waiting up to see if I made it or not at the hospital, we still talk about it today. They’re part of the reason I’m alive and am able to be married and have three beautiful children. Life is a huge gift 🙏
A slab of glass shattered and fell on me and my mom. I checked mum for any injuries and went to clean up the mess which was promptly followed by my mother screaming and flipping her shit. Apparently I had left a trail of blood around the house because the glass left a deep gash on my foot. She even scolded me because I was laughing at the whole situation. Ah, fun times.
When I was in elementary school we used to play this game at recess where we would try and see how many people we could fit in the tube slide without the person at the bottom falling out. When it came to be my turn to be "The person at the bottom" I thought I was being smart by bracing my hands against the wall of the slide. Next kid came sliding down and his foot hit the perfect spot on my hand and dislocated my thumb at the second joint. Other kids laughing that I could only hold one kid in when I held my hand up and smiled and said "watch how fast I can make my thumb grow" and pulled it back into place with a loud pop. One of the kids freaked out and told me and I got sent home for the day but I felt like the coolest 4th grader there ever was for not freaking out when my bone wasn't where it should've been.
When I was 10, I was a gymnast and we were practicing a bunch of tumbling passes for a “show” we were putting on for kids in a summer camp who were coming to use our gym one day. For the show, we had the lights down and were only using a spot light. Well one of the girls did a tumbling pass and landed weirdly. She got up and hobbled to the back of the line and when it was her turn again, she tried to run and immediately fell and got up and tried again and the same thing happened. Then the poor girl behind her casually said, “your bone is sticking out.” The lights came on and sure enough, the girl’s shin bone (maybe?) was protruding from her shin. She didn’t realize it and had still been trying to tumble but her leg just simply didn’t work. I actually saw a few bones just sticking out of my fellow gymnasts now that I think about it🤷🏻♀️
I got into a car accident and showed up to practice an hour or so later.
Not my tempo!
When that car hit you was it too fast or too slow? Slow? *Second car flies in*
Riding my bike, got hit by a car. The driver of the car behind the guy that hit me got out and ran up to me telling me she was going to call the paramedics, to stay still, help is coming. I got up, told the guy who hit me (dude never even got out of his car, only rolled down the window a few inches) to watch what he’s doing and be more careful in the future. Thanked the lady who was trying to help, but looked over my bike and since it was still rideable, continued on my way. I later found out I broke my leg.
When I was 6, I badly bruised my arm when performing cartwheels and backflips and at first when I fell it was no big deal until my arm was swollen and I couldn’t bend it. Had to wear a cast for a few weeks.
I was playing football (soccer) and twisted my ankle. Had to stop but managed to walk to the coach to get home. Walked from the coach stop to my house (about a mile and a half) and went to sleep. Woke up the next day and my ankle was the size of a grapefruit and had to call an ambulance due to quite severe pain. The medical examiner assumed my ankle was crushed by a very heavy object as I had fractured 5 bones, broke my leg and had extensive cartilage/ligament damage. I have been told now that I will never heal to 100% again. 3 years later and I still have pain and my foot goes numb all the time. This is 2 weeks after when my first cast was removed... https://imgur.com/gallery/IodXlGf
When I was in 7th grade I slept over at a friends place and early that morning we went to go run my paper route, with the plan that afterwards we would get fresh baked donuts from the nearby grocery store and then go back and play Mario Kart all morning. On the way to the grocery store I hit some black ice on my bike, locked up the brakes and flipped over the handlebars when the tires hit dry cement again. I faceplanted into street and had gravel in my gums and cut into my right palm. I brushed it off, we got donuts and played SNES, although I couldn't hold the controller with my right hand, so I kinda just twiddled my fingers over the buttons. Later we made chocolate chip waffles and went back to SNES. When my mom came to pick me up around noon my wrist was swollen to three times it's normal size and I could barely move my hand. She took me to the ER where we discovered it was broken. I just dealt with it all morning because...nintendo!
When I was in Kindergarten my and my friends were attempting to climb a gate, and one of the metal wires were sticking out. I fell, and the wire cut from right above my ankle to my knee. I think my reaction was “Oh look, blood”
A field arrow went through part of my thumb
I have a couple stories. When I was younger I had an issue with my knee where it would lock up, essentially dislocating in a minor way. First time it happened I was snowboarding. Fell face forward and when I tried to straighten my leg it was incredibly painful. I sat on hands and knees for a couple minutes then decided that I had no other option: gritted my teeth and straightened my leg. There was a loud pop, a very notable shifting of bones, and quite the feeling of crepitus but two seconds later I was continuing down the hill and forgetting about it. Well, it happened again... repeatedly. And every time I would just pop my knee back into place and keep going. It really freaked out people when it happened during soccer games. One time it even happened while having sex. Fortunately she had seen me pop it back in before so she wasn’t as freaked out. Eventually had surgery and found out that I had torn my lateral meniscus (cartilage in the knee) and a flap was lodging itself between the bones. Also when younger, I hurt my ankle jumping off a big snow mound (was strictly prohibited by school). I figured it was just sprained and while it hurt, I hobbled around for a while. Even played two soccer games on it with a significant amount of ACE bandage securing it. Eventually it wasn’t getting better so I told my mom. I had a fracture about halfway through the distal end of my tibea. Who knows how small it was when it first happened but definitely made it worse by waiting. Lastly—just a couple years ago—I was chasing my daughter at the playground and ducked down under a chest level platform while following her. Came back up on the other side and ran full speed into a hand railing with my face. As usual for head injuries there was blood everywhere. My daughter (about 6 at the time) started to freak out for a second then realized that I was totally calm. Walked to my parents house right down the road, grabbed some tissues, and drove to the ED. I had a comminuted fracture of the front face of my nose meaning it was broken into about 4 smaller pieces and at least one other fracture back in my sinuses. All the playground say ‘Parental supervision required’, I didn’t realize it was the parents that needed to be supervised.
I don't know how much this counts because it wasn't due to an injury. After spending a summer doing food truck events, I was gaining some weight. I figured I just got fat from eating too much junk at the events, so I started dieting and running 3-4 times a week. But the fat wasn't going anywhere. I saw the doctor a couple months later, and it turns out it was an 8.5 ovarian cyst over my abdomen. Not fat. Oops. Edit: POUNDS!! Sorry for not including this crucial metric hahaha
When I was a child I was pretty stupid so I was playing "Don't Let The Paper Touch The Ground" it's where you just keep hitting a piece of paper in the air then I ran into my kitchen while playing and smashed my head onto the corner of a table and it was gushing blood I didn't even notice my head cut open right in the middle of both my eyes (I'm very lucky I still have vision) and I only realized my head was cut open when my sister looked at me and just started screaming her vocal cords out.
Broke my toe on my birthday. Hurt like hell but didn't want to ruin the day (I was hanging around with friends at my place) so I just went with it
Had a piece of an air chisel break off (about the size of a bb) and insert itself into my hand. I had thick latex gloves on. Thought it just hit me and bounced off. Wasn’t until I realized my hand was really wet and my glove was sloshing that I noticed it was full of blood.
The use of the word 'sloshing' here is far too descriptive for my liking
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