I tried to take a shortcut by going straight down a hill but the hill was much steeper than I thought. I have no idea how I stayed upright and stopped in time to not go straight into the river.
I had pneumonia when I was an itty bitty kid and it went through my bloodstream and infected my whole body which almost killed me. Now I have brittle teeth that break quite easily and have spent a fortune on fillings. It also hurts to eat ice cream :[
I almost snapped my wrist playing soccer but only ended in a fracture. I also fell down on some hard pavement and pulverized my elbow but that was also only a fracture too. I fell off my bike down a hill and the fucking bike landed on my wrist and crushed it. That was an actual broken bone or two and it hurt like hell.
One day I began to suffer from appendicitis and had to go to hospital because the pain was unbearable. I was going to have my appendix removed the next day but the pain stopped eventually and all was well.
I stepped on a nail and it dug into my heel. I badly skinned my knee and there was blood everywhere. I have a fractured cornea from birth and was almost completely blind as a small kid, but since then my vision has improved dramatically and now I only need to wear prescription glasses to see properly.
I've gone through some shit but I'm still alive
[QUOTE=Egon Spengler;44836829]Parents let me try pumping gas into the truck when I was around 7 years old
They just let me hold the pump in place and press down the handle slightly
My sister opened the door on accident and the pump flew and gasoline sprayed into my eyes.
I couldn't see for a good 5-10 minutes but they flushed out my eyes with water once I got to the hospital and I could see just fine after.[/QUOTE]
You were lucky to have your parents with you, when my face got soaked with petrol I was basically on my own in a car park. I had to stumble around, look ridiculous and scream for help :V:
Here's another story I'm reposting just because
[quote]I was recently removing a gearbox from a truck to do the clutch. I was going to put some blocks of wood behind the wheels but thought 'nah the handbrake is on, it'll be fine'. So I'm on the creeper undoing the bolts on the drive shaft and I struggle slightly to remove the last bolt on one end. Up to this point in time I had completely forgotten and failed to notice that the handbrake drum was on the back of the gearbox. If I wasn't on a creeper, or if there was no nice big curb behind the truck this story would probably be different [/quote]
I've never had serious injuries (never even had a broken bone or something) but one time as a kid I didn't drink enough or something and I semi-passed out. Like,I sat in a chair but I couldn't respond to anything,couldn't move,couldn't talk etc. (This is all stuff I HEARD btw,don't remember any of this myself except the hospital part). Then my mom carries me to the car and drives me to the hospital. Next thing I remember is waking up with my lunch going through a tube through my fucking nose. Not cool.
I'll have you know I stubbed my toe last week while watering my spice garden and I only cried for twenty minutes.
I was almost drowned to death by my schizophrenic cousin in a pool when I was 12.
As far as serious injuries go, I've had far too many. The most recent being having a knife break on me, making the blade come down with relentless force on my right index finger. Cut me straight to the bone, and since I couldn't afford to have it treated all I could do was bandage it everyday. It bled for 2 months and hasn't healed right as I have no feeling from the scar upwards anymore.
One time I was hitting this weird hole on the ground with a stick and out came a cobra that gave me 10 seconds to run away before he fucked me up. I ran away didn't get bit and the cobra still had his home.
When I was four I broke my arm.
When I was 17, I broke my elbow on the same arm.
And recently, I broke the wrist on the same arm.
(bonus: It's the arm I use to write with)
Also, for whatever reason my left leg grew shorter than my right leg and I walk with a limp/when I stand in one place for long periods of time (4 hours at least) it hurts really bad
I dislocated my hip when I was 3 years old. I had to lie in the hospital for two months.
I remember swimming when it was pretty stormy. I had trouble getting back because of the waves, and one of these waves hit me so hard that I went underwater in a flipped state - like it almost could break me apart (being pushed on the ground by the wave).
Somehow managed to not gulp water, after wave fell off, my hair and pants were full of tiny rocks, also lots of minor scratches on my back.
I was on the road with my brother (He just had his driver license, so we went out alot with his car just driving around the country), when we were on the highway a truck from our left hit us really hard, the car started spinning and I hit the railings on the side. I was close to death.
My brother just had some broken bones though. He was also stuck in his car just like me, but I was passed out..
When I was in the hospital there were some rumors going on about my legs having to get cut off.
In the end, they did not. (Luckily)
I'm can't remember anything of it except for in the hospital. I heard stories of how it went down since my brother was looking at me while I passed out, almost dying .
Was hit by a drunk driver last December. He ran a red arrow while I went straight. If I hadn't veered slightly to the right, he would have hit me head on (combined speed of around 50mph) and there is a decent likelihood that I would not be typing here today. But because I turned a bit, he only hit my front quarter panel instead.
I broke my femur during navigation class in PE in a forest because I tried to advance in the line by hopping on a rock and further on the line. Rocn was slippery, I landed so my thigh got into uncomfortable position between two rocks and snap. I yelled/cried/both
Meanwhile PE teacher called 112, my friend positioned his back so I could rest on it.
When paramedics arrived, they told me they were going to reposition my broken leg so I could be placed on a stretcher (not sure if it's called that in English, but you get what I mean).
During the procedure a bit older man tried to calm me (he came with paramedics. He could've been one too, but I guess there's "calmer" job too during situations like this). I still cried/yelled/both.
They carried me in an ambulance and the rode into hospital.
In the hospital I was told my broken leg was going to be put into one of those leg support things.
I cried/yelled/both again (hey, getting your leg pulled with broken femur is painful as hell).
And from that, everything went fairly well. I discovered the magically fast effect of anesthetizing (I fell asleep during the countdown one of the surgeons suggested me to do) when some support plate was screwed to connect my two bones.
First two nights were mental hell; I cried because I had gotten myself into that situation (super-sulking in another words) and other night I vomited pretty damn much.
And the rest is quite normal. I was sent home (I learned how to spin around canesticks pretty well).
I remember how people watched me on the bus when me and dad waited for my big sister to come home from school on the opposite of the bus station.
And eventually I got into school too. Of course, some people wanted to try to play with my cane sticks (and I knew people would return them, even if they held them back just to fuck with me for fun).
A lot of fun was made of my yelling/crying on the forest (people were surprised how I didn't swear even once during the accident), and I also said a phrase that was so dumb some people teased me with it.
I was also assigned a classmate to help with me mainly school lunch, and we eventually became best friends (I gave him some Toffifee chocolate during the christmas in school, and during the last christmas in school I bought him twin pack of Total War: Shogun).
And eventually the gap between broken parts healed, and I was brought back to hospital for surgeons to "uninstall" it.
During the 9th grade (last year of school after elementary school), I heard a rumor from my friend PE teachers used my accident as a warning example during navigation classes in PE.
All in all, at first it was hard but I later took it as an unusual and mentally growing-up experience.
There's a very low chance that somebody from my school sees this, but it's a risk I took to share it with you guys.
I almost got killed by a truck while trying to cross a busy street.
My worst injury was breaking my right middle finger.
I ended up getting shot by an intruder when I lived in Russia back when I was a teenager. Didn't feel it at first, but after a while my lower right abdomen felt like it was on fire... almost as if someone had stuck a hot knife in it.
fucked up quad accident when i was much younger (5-7, i can't really remember). came insanely close to dying of blood loss if my dad didn't push through A&E as fast as he could with me in his arms
if i had to wait a little while longer to get in to the surgery room i probably would have lost my genitals to necrosis apparently
When I was 7, I stabbed my hand with scissors while trying to open a box
I didn't go to the hospital :P
At the age of three, I almost drowned and had a near-death experience in which I was brought to the surface by some old lady in a colonial dress. Stopped me from swimming until about the age of seven.
At the age of four, I was going with my dad to a place in New York called 18 Mile Creek for a fishing trip. As we got all of our equipment ready, I decided I was going to carry all the rods, and walk across this old rickety ass bridge over 18 Mile. Around the middle of the bridge, a rotted out wood board snapped beneath my feet, and the only thing which saved my ass from dropping forty or fifty feet into the creek below was the fact that the fishing rods I was carrying managed to grasp onto a few nearby boards. My father rushed over and lifted me up, and we just decided to walk down a nearby cliff, and wade the river to get across.
At the age of five, I was making a snowman near a road with a few friends, and someone came flying down the road in their SUV at around 60mph, and they slipped on some black ice, and came flying at us. My friends dived, and I hadn't noticed cause my back was turn at the time, and the SUV ended up running over my left foot before the guy ended up slamming into a nearby ditch.
At the age of six I almost cut off my right hand's index finger and middle finger while trying to debark a bit of wood with a steak knife. This sent me to the hospital, and ended up with about twenty stitches on both fingers.
The list goes on and on really. I am pretty lucky to be alive regarding a few things, and I still have a bad habit to pretty much hack off large bits of skin from my fingers, and instead of getting proper medical treatment, I just tend to wrap it up with electric tape and call it a day.
Got bit by a dog once, left a big ass permanent scar there, looks like a bullet wound.
Burned both of my hands, had to spend 4 days putting my hands in ice because it hurt too much.
Cracked my head open on the corner of a desk. Almost bled out.
Got my thumb slammed in a 4 inch thick metal door, breaking it, it bled everywhere.
Slipped and scraped myself on the edge of a pool, it took all the skin off of my shin on my right leg, from the ankle to the knee.
Slipped while sprinting on the street, felt like a motorcycle crash, got all kinds of deep scrapes and cuts, bled like crazy for the rest of the day. Almost got knocked out by the fall, and almost passed out later while cleaning my wounds.
Thats all i can think of right now.
I remember when i was 10-11, i was laying in bed, pretending to shoot a gun because i was bored. Somehow, i hit myself right on the eyeball with my thumbnail and bruised the white on one of my eyes. It hurt like a SON OF A BITCH, and my eye was all fucked up looking for a week. I very well could've blinded myself.
When I was 15 I drove in the forest with my moped and at one part there is a pretty big cliff with rocks and shit on the bottom and at least 10 meters tall and when I came up to that, my throttle got stuck. I had to throw myself on the ground taking the moped with me down so I wouldn't just fly off that cliff. I stopped less than two meters from the edge :v:
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