Your most dramatic injury/sickness

WINDSHEAR · Post by **WINDSHEAR** » Sat Oct 28, 2006 8:43 pm

sheesh,... all your posts are reminding me of more and more injuries I've had.

I remember cracking my chin on something so hard I nearly blacked out. And then there was the time I was 4 or 5, and I was sitting in a chair, and tipping it backwards, and there was this concrete block on the floor behind me. Well, I over balanced, and I hit my head on the edge of the concrete block, nearly knocking me out. It really hurt, that's one of the more painful experiences that I've had. I had a lump on the back of my head the size of a chicken egg.

And now for the truly dramatic story. Once I was working in construction on siding a fourplex, and I was on a ladder up to the second floor, nailing on siding. Well, I was extremely tired after running up and down the tall extension ladder as fast as I could for two days straight. I was a tad slow and so the boss said to get moving. Well, I swung the nail gun down at the same time as bringing my boot up to step down to the previous step. (I'm normally much more careful, but I was in a hurry). Well, I just happened to have my finger on the trigger, and so when the boot and the nail gun connected, Bam! The nail went through my boot and a half an inch into the bone right below my ankle. I just yanked it out and kept working.

And that's not the only story from that place. The next day, I was on my way back from the porta potty when a tall extension ladder that was leaned against the building suddenly blew down as I was passing, and I had a split second to react. I managed to move my head just in time to escape having my head split open. It hit me so hard on the shoulder that it literally knocked me flying several feet away. I weighed 125 pounds at the time. I was kinda stunned for a half a minute, but then I got back up and kept working.

Aelwyn · Post by **Aelwyn** » Sat Oct 28, 2006 9:18 pm

Sometimes I can be very accident prone.

I just reme,bered some more injuries.
One week, I was at my uncle and aunt's house, and I was helping my cousin with a girls day camp she was having. Helping with the day camp involved helping with crafts, and helping with crafts involved working with glue guns. Already you're probably thinking ouch without hearing what happened. Anyway. This one particular glue gun I was working with was very stubborn, and the glue wouldn't come out!

Finally, a big glob came out. And it landed on my leg just above my knee. And yes, it hurt very much. It was probably a very bad second degree burn. I am scarred now.

WINDSHEAR · Post by **WINDSHEAR** » Sat Oct 28, 2006 9:33 pm

That reminds me of the time not too long ago, I was working on taking apart a travel trailer, with sharp pieces of metal sticking out all over the place. I had every finger on my hand cut,... several knuckles were cut somewhat nastily, and I also had a really nasty one on the knuckle of my thumb, that peeled back the skin somewhat, but was a tad deep. Well, the next day after that, I was building electronics and was having a hard time holding everything, and stuck a hot soldering iron into the side of my right index finger. (A soldering iron tip is sharp, to boot), so it cut in a bit too, and there was this hiss, there was a nice red spot there, that turned white after a few days.

(this was a real bad one)
And then there was the time I was working in this junk yard with lots of metal machinery and stuff, and I was working hard clearing massive weeds out. (There were some that were over 3 inches thick at the base and were about 7 feet tall) Well, I stood up after pulling some weeds, and swung my arm back to throw it onto a pile nearbly. There happened to be an angle iron welded to the edge of the machine right next to me. (this angle iron was a foot long, which is a one inch wide piece of metal with a 90 degree turn all the way down the center, for those of you who don't know what an angle iron is) Well, I swung my elbow down and back, right into the sharp edge of the end of it, and it cut really deep into the inside part of my forearm, near the elbow. It cut in about a quarter inch, and was about an inch long, it was wide too, about 3/8 inch wide. It started bleeding badly... but I kept working anyway, I wanted to finish the patch I was working on. So then I went back in and washed it up, and since it was quitting time anyway, I just left. I held my arm in a certain way though, so it'd be able to heal, as well as allow me to move my arm around afterwards. (some scars won't let you bend very much unless you have it scab over in the right way)

Also, when I shot that nail into my foot, I never went to the doctor. Although I did discover that I got tetanus from it, and I got that fixed. (not with a doctor)

HarlowRoxMySox · Post by **HarlowRoxMySox** » Sat Oct 28, 2006 10:36 pm

The first time I went on an airplane was the worst experience of my life. I'd had a stuffy nose for a while beforehand, but hadn't thought of it as anything more than an extreme and long-lasting cold. Until the plane began it's descent. Suddenly my ears couldn't pop, and my cheeks started KILLING ME. I felt ill, and thought I was going to die! My stomach was churning and my head hurt SO badly. Unfortunately, it wasn't a non-stop flight. So we had to get on ANOTHER airplane right after that, and do the whole ordeal over again. It was HORRIBLE. Turns out I had a sinus infection, so the passage from my nose to my ears and the rest of the canal was completely stopped up, creating an imbalence of pressures in my head. Or... pain. But we got it fixed up in Florida and by the way home, I was alright again. But yeah, one of the worst pains I've ever experienced.

WINDSHEAR · Post by **WINDSHEAR** » Sat Oct 28, 2006 10:54 pm

And now for another story...

When I was about 5 and a half or 6 I got my first bike, and I immediately went crazy with it.

And I can remember pedaling really fast down the long, straight, and flat driveway. And I still can't figure out for the life of me what happened. All I know is that my feet messed up somehow, and maybe I jerked the handlebars, or something. But anyways, next thing I know, I'm upside down, with all my weight on my head, against the gravel driveway. That's right, I'm upside down, with the bike on top of me, in riding position.

So I started hollering for help, because it hurt pretty badly, and I couldn't move around into a position where I could get support to take the wait off my head and get up. I don't know how long I waited in this position, but something happened... I think I eventually did what I didn't want to do, because I was afraid of hurting my leg, I tipped it over to the side, and got up. I went in the house and got mom, and there was just a ton of marks where the gravel was, as well as gravel stuck in my skin on the top of my head.

And then there was the time when I was about 8, I came riding down the long hill (our driveway was at the bottom), and I'm going pretty fast. I just suddenly swerve into the driveway, and I did a complete 360 on the gravel, cutting multiple holes in my right knee, big ones. I was bleeding pretty good from that, but I got up and rode back in and got it disinfected. That's an owie right there.

KimPossible · Post by **KimPossible** » Sat Oct 28, 2006 11:11 pm

I've broken both of my collarbones.
The first one was when I was 8 and my dad ran over me in a sled.
The other time I was 15 and my dad took the family mountain biking over really rough terrain and I flipped over my bike.
My mom blames him for both injuries and never lets him forget it.

I just wish I had broken an arm instead. Collarbones never heal correctly because they can't be set in a cast. So both of my collarbones stick out kind of funny.

Renata · Post by **Renata** » Sat Oct 28, 2006 11:13 pm

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WINDSHEAR · Post by **WINDSHEAR** » Sat Oct 28, 2006 11:17 pm

that reminds me of the time I was riding my bike, and because I'd done so much to it, slamming it into things and such, and then doing wheelies, the front wheel was somewhat free to turn without the handles. Well, I was riding in the field, and I was going at a fair clip, when I hit a rock or something, and it turned, instead of going over it, even though the handlebars were straight. I went end over end and landed on my back.

Candy · Post by **Candy** » Sun Oct 29, 2006 12:01 pm

Ok My stories BTW Never do what I call lessons:
It seems like every time I go to my g'ma's I get some sort of souvenere (SP?) For example:

Last Thanksgiving I was there And I was scootering, Well I could tell I was going to crash so I dove Into a bush (Lesson 1) and got a stick about an inch into my neck, 6 stiches.

Last time I was at my G'ma's and It was right after church. Me and My friend were running back and forth from one gravel pile to the next (Lesson 2) and I triped Got my face and my knee. Boy was I glad that my cousin is a nurse.

Those were my experiences in SC. Now here's one when I was 4:
I was at my church and there was a guy who lost his wife, and his only friend was his dog. Well I asked If I could pet his dog and he said yes. so I started petting him and everyone went inside. Well let's put it this way by the time the dog's teeth were 6 inches away from my face, I blacked out. Next thing I know I was screaming for help while seeing blood. I still have scars where those at leaset ten stiches were.

Well those are mine! I hope Jonathan Survives the rest life.

~Lucy Cunningham Shultz~

The Top Crusader · Post by **The Top Crusader** » Sun Oct 29, 2006 12:03 pm

Once I was racing my brother up and down a slide in circles so I decided to just jump down the steps instead of sliding down so I could catch him offguard but it didn't really work that way and I fell like 20ish feet onto gravel.

WINDSHEAR · Post by **WINDSHEAR** » Sun Oct 29, 2006 12:15 pm

you have a brother!

is he on here?

The Top Crusader · Post by **The Top Crusader** » Sun Oct 29, 2006 12:17 pm

WINDSHEAR wrote:you have a brother!

is he on here?

No.

Baragon · Post by **Baragon** » Sun Oct 29, 2006 1:30 pm

The Top Crusader wrote:Once I was racing my brother up and down a slide in circles so I decided to just jump down the steps instead of sliding down so I could catch him offguard but it didn't really work that way and I fell like 20ish feet onto gravel.

I've only heard that story one other time, but each time... It makes me laugh. $\:D/$ It's so... Brianish.

Macnut · Post by **Macnut** » Sun Oct 29, 2006 6:24 pm

I once had a whole shelf fall on my head.

My brother's room had just been re-painted and shelves had just been put back up. I was playing in there with him and the shelf and the rather large metal thing holding it up fell right on my head splitting it open. It was kinda gross because I had blood in my hair. It didn't help that all the was on the shelf fell with it and that my mom wasn't home and this was before everyone had cell phones.

uz · Post by uz » Sun Oct 29, 2006 6:30 pm

Jumping off a slide and broke my right arm when I was 6~7? Me thinks thats both dramatic and potentially embarassing.

H Tide · Post by **H Tide** » Sun Oct 29, 2006 7:29 pm

Probably the most dramatic sickness I've had is when I was a baby, and I don't remember any of it.

I was born prematurely and had to stay in the hospital for three months and had a surgery cause not enough blood was getting to my lungs. But after sixteen years, I'm fine and well.

Old Brad · Post by **Old Brad** » Sun Oct 29, 2006 8:41 pm

Let's see here.

One time when I was at camp, I was jumping in the swimming pool and forgot to pull my legs up under me. (I was in the shallow end) I ended up pulling a muscle in my foot and couldn't play any games the rest of the week.

Jonathan · Post by **Jonathan** » Sun Oct 29, 2006 8:46 pm

oo, thanks macnut, you just reminded me of another story ^_^

This summer, a few days before I had to take a leave from work thanks to college, we had to put up a bunch of shelves on top of everything else, for Christmas (yes we get ready that early) at work. The shelves are (well, most of them) stored on a really strong set off shelves in the stockroom, which rest about 8 feet off the ground. The stacks of shelves go up another 8 feet or so.

I was up on this shelf handing down the ones we needed to set up to a manager down below. I was looking down along the wall, and to my right was the ladder that I'd climbed up on. My manager had to go grab something, so I grabbed more shelves to get ready to hand down to him. The stack in front of me was getting pretty small, so I was bending over, when I heard something and looked up to see this giant stack of metal shelves tipping towards me. I appearently said uh-oh, but I don't remember that (my manager told me that bit later). There was nothing I could do other then stay bent over as it fell on me (think a massive jenga stack tipping...or something like that). After it had (and I had stopped any from falling the 10 feet to the floor) I heard my manager go "You okay?" to which I said "Help! Quickly!" as my back was supporting all this weight. He sprinted up the ladder and said "whoa, where to start" "I don't care, just hurry."

I was literally helpless as he dug me out. Appearently the stack that tipped was resting on a metal bar raised a few inches from the shelf, and was being supported by the stack I had been removing. Got an extra break out of it, but still, that kinda hurt.

underdogfan710 · Post by **underdogfan710** » Sun Oct 29, 2006 9:16 pm

WINDSHEAR wrote:you have a brother!

Oh no! Another Top!

Macnut · Post by **Macnut** » Mon Oct 30, 2006 6:57 am

Jonathan wrote:oo, thanks macnut, you just reminded me of another story ^_^

No problem.

You'd make a good grandpa because you never run out of stories...