Bad cut on my finger from a bread knife trying to cut a particularly crusty loaf of bread I baked. Only time in my life I’ve needed to go to the emergency room (for myself).
I used to work nights. When I had the next day off, I would usually stay up all day and go to sleep that evening. So, wake up around 2-4pm Friday, go to at 10pm to 6am Saturday and not sleep until Saturday evening.
This eventually caught up with me. I was riding a bicycle down a hill, just coasting and fell a sleep for a second. Down I went. Need stitches in my head ( I still have a bump), tons of road rash, and banged up my knee.
I recovered fully except for the bump on my head.
I’ve broken my pinky toe twice by stubbing it on furniture corners.
Hmm, I could be wrong, but, I think you were trying to respond to the other comment about hurting their toe.
I have also broken my pinky twice on the same doorframe on the way from the lunch table to the Xbox 360 in my aunts house. :)
A third time I only sprained it if I remember correctly.
Didn’t keep me from playing on these days though. 😅
Stubbed my toe on a cat condo base while running the kitchen. Didn’t think much of it. Next day it hurts like crazy. Fractured it, dislocated it, and tore the ligament.
In high school I was run over by a car that I was sitting in. Buddy stopped in a parking lot, I started to get out, then he went forward and my foot was caught under the rear tire. I was pulled out of the car and my leg was run over.
Minor tear in a ligament and have a nice scar, but that’s about it.
Burned my face while breathing fire with Everclear.
I once cut the inside of my thigh as a kid by bicycle jousting with my friends at night-time along the streets and sidewalks. Slammed into one of my friends’ tires head-on, and got thrown forward into the crossbar. I was lucky I was slightly off-center, but I came away with a nasty bruise, a laceration, and a rip in my shorts.
Many, many moons ago. I rode my Big Wheel standing up, no hands, down hill.
Ended up crashing into a fire hydrant. Ouch. At least a broken right arm from what I remember.
I was cutting slices out of an apple with a comically large Bowie knife.
My roommate said, “Hey, that looks pretty dangerous.”
I said, “Nah, bro, it’s perfectly safe.”
Somewhere around the middle of that sentence, the knife sliced through the apple and into my palm.
He had to drive me to the hospital for stitches.
Shot my finger with a BB gun. Didn’t think I’d pumped it and put my finger over the barrel and pulled the trigger to get the BB out of the chamber. I remember the spurt of blood arcing through the air in slow motion. Gotta love that “oh i fucked up” shift to slow motion.
I shattered my ankle, separated my tibia and fibula, and broke a different part of my fibula. All in one moment. How, you ask? By stepping outside. My dog pulled too hard on her leash and I stumbled and twisted my ankle in just the right way. Got a fancy Maisonneuve fracture that had to be surgically fixed.
Slipped on the sidewalk in the rain and somehow broke an arm (clean broke it). Needed surgery and 2-night hospital stay. This after climbing multiple mountains without a scratch.
That sucks.
Makes me ponder though:
Humans are more or less designed for nature like mountains/dirt trails. I think sidewalks/asphalt while great designs for society and big cities are actually less ideal for the individual human.
Since living in the city I have learned to respect wet manhole covers.
When I was about 12 or so I had a AA battery and some copper wire I used for crafting. Out of nowhere I suddenly got really curious how good of a conductor that wire would be. So I pressed it onto both poles with my fingers. Had a nice black scorched line in my thumb for a few months because it turns out the excess energy needs to go somewhere. In this case in the form of extreme heat.
In middle school, I was playing racquetball at the YMCA, pivoted to hit the ball and something in my knee popped and it hurt like hell. Turned out to be a combination of lack of cartilage and Osgood-Schlatter disease (a painful lump just below the kneecap). The lump corrected itself, as it’s something weird to do with bone growth in child development, but the cartilage deficiency is still a problem today. I can’t do a lot of running or jumping or even kneeling.
I sprained my wrist in my sleep.
I’m in California. If you feel the need for a defensive weapon, the most you can get away with is a plain, wooden cane from a drugstore. Even then, if a cop thinks you don’t need that cane, you’ll get the shit beat out of you and the stick taken away.
Ask me how I know.
