Had a sudden tornado/thunderstorm up here in Milford, Michigan. The tornado didn't actually hit us(or hit the ground), but there was this huge storm that accompanied it, and I happened to be working on my DnD notes.
SO, of course, I grabbed all my stuff, and ran inside at a breakneck pace to keep it all from getting wet. Next thing I know, my head is slamming into the back door of my household. The door broke.
I mean, it BROKE. It's OFF it's hinges.
I also have a decent-sized lump on my head.
I think I have a concussion, as well, but it might just be me overreacting. While I still have a few functional brain cells, allow me to say: Ow. _________________
Chopped off a good part of my thumbnail with a craft knife when I was 5.
Stapled my thumb in 5th grade. The staple twisted around the bone and went all the way through.
Bone-bruised my arm while attempting to hit someone else about 4 years ago, and it later turned into a fracture because of forced exercise.
That's it, though. _________________ The Chilli God Has Spoken. Characters & Art
My family seems to have somehow angered the nail gods. Dad's shot several through his hand with a nailgun, and I've stepped on two, along with several smaller ones that just didn't go through my foot.
The first time was when I was about five years old and we were moving. We went to the construction site for our new house, and I was crying because I didn't want to have to move. I ended up wondering outside and stepped on a nail that went most of the way through my foot. My parents thought I was still crying because of the move, so they didn't immediately come out to see what was wrong. It was a bad way to start the day. _________________ "If this was Discworld, you'd hear little bells and a Computer Damage Fairy would be spontaneously called into being."
Not me, but a guy I know has to be the most accident prone person ever. He's got metal rods holding a couple of his bones together even, including his left forearm and thumb. The thumb is an interesting story. See, he was in shop class, using the tablesaw. He didn't cut it off though. Know what kickback is? Basically the saw catches the wood and sends it flying across the room. Which is why it's best to use something other than your hand to push it through. Well, he didn't. The wood caught, it got sent flying, and it took the top half of his thumb with it. Way I heard it he got down to the office carrying this piece of thumb before shock wore off.
I, personally, don't have anything like that. I've banged my head on a lot of things, but not with much force. Although I one sliced my thumb open by accident with a water gun.... not deep enough to leave a scar though. Only scar I have is on my elbow, and I got it by falling off my bike. _________________ Avatar by Vael
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My more serious injuries seem to always happen at this park up the street. It's a nice wooden playground, although they've replaced most of it with plastic by now. Safer, but not as fun, in my opinion. Right, first one I ran full speed into a low walk way, landed flat on my back with the world spinning around me. Yay head injury? I was fine in a few minutes, but it was interesting to watch the world go TILT. Next one I was having a Jumping contest off one of the taller pieced of equipment. basically it was the lasdder you used to climb up to the plat form where the slide was, we were jumping to the sand about ten feet below, seeing who could go the farthest. In order to increase my distance I grabbed onto the crossbar above the ladder and swumg myself out. Went a bit too far, ended up laying back in the air. I put my hand down to stop myself from hitting the ground too hard and broke my left wrist. My cast was neat, though, I convinced the doctor to do both blue and green wrappings. I was scared when they cut the thing off, though. I knew diamond blades were sharp and I didn't want to get cut. _________________ A single dagger in the night is worth a thousand swords at dawn.
Grab some tugboats. We're going iceberg wrangling. - Destro Yersul
Skateboards. They are my bane. I've sprained my wrist twice and broke it once because of those things. I've broken my toe stubbing it on a bookshelf. And I've broken my finger wrestling. I've slammed a different finger in a door. I've smacked my head against many things while running. And just Saturday night, I almost broke my hip falling down a short flight of stairs.
Oh. I almost forgot, speaking of cars and moms, my mom rolled the window up on my neck when I was about 5-6 (she didn't realize I was sticking my head out the window like a dog and we were driving, so she didn't hear me at first). _________________
Hmmmm...it looks like we're all only slightly more dangerous to ourselves than those deathtrap hazards we call parents . _________________ "If this was Discworld, you'd hear little bells and a Computer Damage Fairy would be spontaneously called into being."
I don't have any pictures, because when this happened I was too young to properly operate those clunky contraptions that were called cameras. I was... oh, let's say five years old, because that would be mostly right. It would have been somewhere between the ages of three and six.
Anyhow, the hour was getting late and I was standing on a chair in front of the stove, helping my mother cook... something or other. There was a pot of something boiling, I remember that much. By helping her cook, I mean, I was just watching. There's not much a person of that age can actually do that could be called helping, but both of us were enjoying the experience until I, little klutz that I was, took a spill off the chair and cracked the bottom of my jaw against the metal top of the stove.
My mother helped me up, lifted my chin with the palm of her hand, opened my mouth, and started looking for injuries such as, say, broken teeth or a severed tongue, but found nothing and started to relax. Then she took her hand out from beneath my chin and saw that it was covered, covered with blood. Without her hand to hold it up, a piece of torn skin that started at the bottom of my chin and went down to the very base of my lower jaw hung freely, looking for all the world like "a second mouth". My mother called for my father and told him that I was hurt, and that we needed to get to a hospital. My father, knowing that my mother tended to overreact whenever I got wounded, sauntered out of the bedroom to see what was the matter, took one look at me, and grabbed the keys to the car.
So, yes, I have a rather nice little scar on my chin, though it's not nearly as big as I think it has a right to be.
Tune in next time when I tell you how my brother almost cut one of my fingers off with a broom handle.
And then, after that, I might tell you about the time where I almost lost an ear at a birthday party.
Hm....I was playing with one of our cats while it was a kitten and it got one of its claws stuck in the middle of my upper lip.
There's a nice little scar there, perfectly centered. Kinda odd, really.
Hurt. A lot. Lip wounds tend to do that with me, for some reason.
Hm....I have lots of head trauma things, not much else.
My dad, on the other hand....
Got his arm ripped off at the elbow, apparently, when fighting with a sizable dog. Reattached. Fingers are a little wonky.
Sliced a ring finger off with a steak knife doing God knows what. Reattached. Wonky. It wasn't reattached....perfectly straight. Slightly crooked.
He's broken most of the bones in his body at some point in time, mostly thanks to skateboarding in his youth. _________________ Kara
-Hmm, an ominous passage that plunges into an inky blackness, sealed behind lock and chain.
-You know what this means?
-We must see where it leads!
Then, later, I managed to slice a two inch gash into my right palm. I'm happy, though, because it's what let me learn left from right.
However, I feel my mother wins the competition in my family.
She cut her heels off. With a piece of sheet metal. _________________ "Think long and hard. You've been bird-doggin' this township for a while now. They wouldn't mind a corpse of you. Now, you can luxuriate in a nice jail cell, but if you hand touches metal, I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I will end you."
well there are some VERY interesting storys here.. i guess ill add mine.. my dad told me when i was very young that I foolishy stuck my hand.. well you know treadmills? The bottom is covered with metal and a small slit to let the velcroe or whatever through i put my finger in that hole... and my hand got shoved forward and got a preety big gash in my finger and now i have a scar on it... 3 fingers and i cant keep them perfectly straight like they always stay bent its weird... I can try and get them straight but theyll always be bentish... OOOH and this freakish thing in like the 2cnd grade we were on the playground and it was time to go in so i started getting down onto the ground (they had a big wooden castle it was HUGE and like 3 stories tall... was awsome but anyways.. I was on the last step and rubbed my knee against SMOOTH wood and then out of no where it just gets a Big Gash in it for like no reason... now i look back to that and still dont know what caused it... left a smallish scar and.... thats about it i think... Edit: OH WAIT has anyone ever rolled down the stairs before? WELL we were moving boxes from the attic (christmas junk) well i couldnt see the steps and i skiped one at the very top and i fell down and hit my head on the wall man that hurt.. and my brother said i rolled down in a perfecr circle..(thusthudthud THUD) and weirdest of all i just gott back up put the box down and layed down (ya was weird but it hurt really bad) _________________ Long live the Town!!
And one of my friends, a sports nut, recently compound fractured his nose by being shoulder barged in the face. He also has two black eyes.
It makes him look like a koala. _________________ "Think long and hard. You've been bird-doggin' this township for a while now. They wouldn't mind a corpse of you. Now, you can luxuriate in a nice jail cell, but if you hand touches metal, I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I will end you."
Because I like the chit-chat threads and don't want them to die, I'm sharing another scarring injury.
(Mind you, I injure myself on a daily basis [which is funny, since I spend like 23 hours of the day in a bed)
A couple of years ago, when I had the money to get such things, I bought myself an Egyptian dagger (you know, the kind that are all wavy. I also have a Mayan sacrificial one somewhere, etc). Well, wouldn't you know it, I bought some scissors, but they were in one of those damned packages you need something sharp (ie, scissors, box cutters, a knife) to open. I'll never understand putting scissors in a box you need scissors to open. If I'm buying scissors, I obviously don't have them to open the package with. (By the way, I wasn't allowed to hold anything sharp for a long time after this [and I was 22 at the time.])
Well, I took that Egyptian dagger and slid it into the package quite easily (yes, it was sharpened.) Then, as I was trying to cut down, silly me, instead of up, the dagger slid out and sliced down into my opposite thumb.
I removed it slowly from my thumb and stared down at it. It didn't actually hurt (or maybe I was just in shock.) As the blood began pouring out, I stepped into the bathroom, grabbed some toilet paper, and pressed it to the wound tightly. Then I stepped into Mom and Dad's bedroom and said quite calmly, "We need to go to the ER."
Usually, of course, I tend to overreact quite a tad. See, I have anxiety attacks quite often. So my dad was like, "Let's see how bad it is," with one of those sighs like 'oh, you hurt yourself again.' I removed the toilet paper and blood immediately began pouring to the floor. I think that's the first time my dad ever reacted more insanely than my mom and I. (He usually tells me 'take a hot bath.' Even when I fractured my arm it was 'take a hot bath.') He immediately jumped up and ushered me to the door. I got 5 stitches that night. _________________
Hmm, I guess I haven't had any injuries as major as some mentioned here...
But when I was 3, I walked behind a swing and got smacked in the face...hard. There was a huge scab over pretty much all of my left cheek, and it left a scar...
And then, just a couple of years ago, I tripped over a ball and broke my arm in three place. From tripping over a ball...Oh, and I also cut my right knee open when I tripped. The whole of my knee turned red as the wound reopened every time I moved. I ended up having 4 stitches on my knee and it left a little scar. All that from tripping over a ball...I don't really play football any more now. _________________ Bored...again...
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When I was five or so my brother had one of those foam baseballs that was tethered to a stand. He told me to hold the stand, so I did. He most likely was not thinking very much when he pulled the ball back about ten feet and released it. I had a black eye for several weeks afterward. _________________ Chuck Norris!
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