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Nivvie
04-05-2005, 07:25 PM
Dammit, just poked myself in the eye.....

Anyhoo, got me thinking.
The most impressive thing I've ever done is sever my thumb, but I was three so can't take lot of credit. I was once showing my scar off at work and was completely trumped by a man who'd taken his hand right off at the wrist with a table/circular saw thing.

My favourite 'eh?' injury is once a man came into the hospital after getting his ear mashed in some automatic doors (Eh?).
I'd pay good money to see how he actually managed that.

Anyone else done anything wonderfully dumb and got a great scar?

Rob-rite
04-05-2005, 07:28 PM
I once shot myself in the palm witha nail-gun. Had to go to A&E to have it removed. Needless to say, my knick-name at work became Jesus ...

Sarita
04-05-2005, 07:33 PM
Haha, yes. How many do you want to hear? When I was 4, I tripped and fell running across a parking lot. One arm was under me and the other straight out. A car ran it over (the one arm) and broke it to bits... then kept driving! Still have some bones poking through the skin scars on that one.

I didn't remember the car running me over, but when I was 17, I had this dream that I was run over by a red chevy nova, circa 77... (I love cars). When I asked my mom about it, she said "Wow, you were run over by a red chevy nova and I'm guessing it was a late 70's model." Funny... Oh and apparently, I had on a green dress and they had to cut the sleeve. The ambulance driver called me the incredible hulk and I told him to shut up. Pretty snappy for a broken armed 4-yr-old. ;)

Spookster
04-05-2005, 07:38 PM
Hmm. My scar list is short, though I'm about as clumbsy as you get. I got stitches in my shin when I was seven. I tripped over a tree root. You know, the kind that makes a U-shape just above the ground. Split my shin open right down to the bone. I've actually got a dent in the bone where I chipped it. I had seven stitches on my second day of vacation.

I broke my finger on a bathroom stall door. I jammed it at the first joint and broke the tip. Had to file a w/c (worker's compensation) claim and everything.

But, the best story I've got is when I worked for an insurance co. We got a w/c report in of a job site injury. While using a port-o-let, a man cut the tip of his, er, genital area. Sliced it right open on a metal shard just under the toilet seat. He had to get 4 stiches along the shaft. Don't ask me how he managed that one. I just typed the info into the mainframe.

Another one was the fast food manager that was hanging a plaque above the grease pit. He used the metal edge of the pit as a ladder, lost his footing, and his leg went into the grease, hip deep. He sustained 1st and 2nd degree burns over his entire leg. That one was one of those "dumb*ss, what where you thinking?!?" claims.

Sarita
04-05-2005, 07:40 PM
Another one was the fast food manager that was hanging a plaque above the grease pit. He used the metal edge of the pit as a ladder, lost his footing, and his leg went into the grease, hip deep. He sustained 1st and 2nd degree burns over his entire leg. That one was one of those "dumb*ss, what where you thinking?!?" claims.

That sounds SO painful! ARGHHHH!

Arisa81
04-05-2005, 07:44 PM
A few years ago I was sharpening a knife with one of those hand held sharpeners...not really paying attention...an attempt to put it into the sharpener again ended up in my wrist. Of course the knife was pretty sharp at this point. Anyway, 3 stiches and a few weeks later all was fine. But I'll have that scar to remind me to pay attention from now on.

rhymegirl
04-05-2005, 07:47 PM
What is this, a boo-boo thread?

I fell out of bed when I was a little girl and ripped open my chin. Ow, man, that hurts! Had to have stitches.

No other injuries I can think of.

Nivvie
04-05-2005, 07:56 PM
Another one was the fast food manager that was hanging a plaque above the grease pit. He used the metal edge of the pit as a ladder, lost his footing, and his leg went into the grease, hip deep. He sustained 1st and 2nd degree burns over his entire leg. That one was one of those "dumb*ss, what where you thinking?!?" claims.

Wow, imagine him trying to climb out, and all the dorky teen burger flippers standing about with wide eyes.

Spookster
04-05-2005, 08:00 PM
Everyone at the office was flaberghasted at the lack of common sense. We all concured the scariest part was that this man was the manager. If he could be this airheaded, how was he supposed to watch out for the employees?

Nivvie
04-05-2005, 08:06 PM
Everyone at the office was flaberghasted at the lack of common sense. We all concured the scariest part was that this man was the manager. If he could be this airheaded, how was he supposed to watch out for the employees?

My boss has shades of that, do as I say not as I do.
He put a scalpel in his pocket the other day when he went to answer the phone. He should have put it straight into the disinfectant, but forgot it was there, and later put his hand in.
The cut wasn't big, but he had to have a miriad of shots and take some major antibiotics as there was a rick of contracting gas gangrene from the blade.
Now every time he goes on about sharps safety we of course, rip into him.

mistri
04-05-2005, 08:32 PM
Ewwwwww. You lot just made me wince, wince, wince. What a horrible yet intriguing thread.

I can't think of anything interesting at all that's happened to me, accident-wise, though as I walk around I quite often imagine all the horrible things that *could* happen (weird, I know), making myself wince.

three seven
04-05-2005, 08:42 PM
I got drunk on Martinis and tried to make a cheese sandwich with an 8-inch carving knife. Which was fine until I fell on it. Luckily I didn't die, but my rib still cracks now and then if I lift something the wrong way. Brilliant.

A few weeks later I got drunk again (on beer this time) and decided while walking home that I needed to find a tree. Well, the only tree I could see was in the middle of a park, which was surrounded by six-foot iron railings with spikes on top. Seemed like a good idea at the time.
Actually, I was over the railings like Spring-heeled Jack and I would've got away with it if it wasn't for that pesky foot-high barbed wire fence. I hit it at full speed, and it took two people to unravel me. That bled a lot.

I gained my biggest scar when I was 2. I was bouncing up and down on my parents' bed (as you do) and lost my balance. Fortunately, before I could hit the floor, I was saved by the corner of the bedside table, which broke my fall via the medium of my face. Missed my eye by about half an inch. Stiches. Nice.

Oh yeah, and once I managed to run myself over with my own car. You just can't learn that kind of skill.

Sarita
04-05-2005, 08:47 PM
I gained my biggest scar when I was 2. I was bouncing up and down on my parents' bed (as you do) and lost my balance. Fortunately, before I could hit the floor, I was saved by the corner of the bedside table, which broke my fall via the medium of my face. Missed my eye by about half an inch. Stiches. Nice.
Same exact thing. Probably same kind of scar, through my right eye brow. They're plucked appropriately now so that it's hard to tell.

Nivvie
04-05-2005, 08:52 PM
I got drunk on Martinis and tried to make a cheese sandwich with an 8-inch carving knife. Which was fine until I fell on it. Luckily I didn't die, but my rib still cracks now and then if I lift something the wrong way. Brilliant.

A few weeks later I got drunk again (on beer this time) and decided while walking home that I needed to find a tree. Well, the only tree I could see was in the middle of a park, which was surrounded by six-foot iron railings with spikes on top. Seemed like a good idea at the time.
Actually, I was over the railings like Spring-heeled Jack and I would've got away with it if it wasn't for that pesky foot-high barbed wire fence. I hit it at full speed, and it took two people to unravel me. That bled a lot.

I gained my biggest scar when I was 2. I was bouncing up and down on my parents' bed (as you do) and lost my balance. Fortunately, before I could hit the floor, I was saved by the corner of the bedside table, which broke my fall via the medium of my face. Missed my eye by about half an inch. Stiches. Nice.

Oh yeah, and once I managed to run myself over with my own car. You just can't learn that kind of skill.

*Pins on gold star*
Well done.

I once key-ed my own car, that's all I can manage. I was going home from work and someone called out to me, I swung round and gouged the door.
I'm such a dummy.

JenNipps
04-05-2005, 09:05 PM
There's only one thing I can think of where I banged myself up good. It was the middle of summer, my mom was a babysitter and we had just got back home from a trip to the swimming pool in the park. She took the kids in the house and sent me to get the mail.

I stepped on a loose chunk of concrete and sprained my left ankle. I landed hard on my right knee and busted it open. They were being so noisy in the house that they didn't hear me yelling for them, so I had to walk all the way up the driveway. I don't remember how many stitches I had, but a few weeks later, I got the all-clear to go to summer camp in Arkansas. On the third day, I fell and busted it open again.

mdin
04-05-2005, 09:15 PM
Maybe I'm just a sadist, but I love reading these things.

I had my right index finger half bitten off by an iguana. It was surgically reattached, but I can't bend it all the way anymore.

mdin
04-05-2005, 09:16 PM
Oh yeah, and once I managed to run myself over with my own car. You just can't learn that kind of skill.

This is crying for more details. :roll:

robeiae
04-05-2005, 09:22 PM
One time while I was shaving, I accidently managed to slice up all the skin between my toes... then, I accidently spilled tobasco sauce all over them. It hurt.

Rob

Spookster
04-05-2005, 09:33 PM
When my SIL was released from the hospital after delivering my niece, the family had a "welcome home" party for the latest addition. On her way to the back yard, my SIL stepped in a divit in the grass. She managed to keep the baby from getting hurt, but she suffered a broken leg. She had three pins placed in her ankle and a cast up to her hip for two months. The scar is huge, surrounding her entire ankle. Nasty looking thing.

paprikapink
04-05-2005, 11:03 PM
This thread is really hurting me. It's like driving past an endless steam of car wrecks on the other side of the highway. (...that movie..."Le Weekend"? ...) Anyway, I am like mistri, hyper-cautious. My daughters are the same way. My husband calls it the safety gene.

And yet, I have one to pitch in. For years I dated a guy who, during one stoned episode of his misspent youth, got caught in a field one night with his buddies smoking pot. They all fled, and while scrambling over a (rusty) barbed wire fence, pierced his foreskin. Never got any medical treatment for it because he didn't want his parents to know he'd been out in the field. Still has the hole to prove it. At least he did when I knew him. And just think, nowadays he can even buy jewelry specially made for that!

-pkpk

(How many "hey! I dated that guy too!" messages will I get after this?)

awatkins
04-05-2005, 11:10 PM
*thud* :ROFL:

Betty W01
04-05-2005, 11:42 PM
When I was about twelve, I had a mad crush on a neighbor boy. One hot day I thought I'd impress him by making him a glass of fresh lemonade served over chipped ice. I tried to chip the ice with an ice pick, while holding the ice cube in my hand to keep it from sliding all over. Yep, put that ice pick right through my right thumb. It didn't even hurt - until I pulled it out. (So much for impressing anyone... bloody ice cubes do nothing for lemonade!)

Kida Adelyne
04-05-2005, 11:42 PM
I don't have any really nasty scars. I've never even broken anything.
I can, however, speak from experience when I say never cut up a cardboard box with a knife when you knee's are inside the box.

Nivvie
04-05-2005, 11:57 PM
Another one was the fast food manager that was hanging a plaque above the grease pit. He used the metal edge of the pit as a ladder, lost his footing, and his leg went into the grease, hip deep. He sustained 1st and 2nd degree burns over his entire leg. That one was one of those "dumb*ss, what where you thinking?!?" claims.

Something's just dawned on me, wouldn't it be grat if the plaque had said CAUTION-HOT...hehehe....I'm evil.

E.G. Gammon
04-06-2005, 12:15 AM
Well, when I was about 11, I was watching an old tape of an episode of Power Rangers (the original ones) and I was imitating them, and did a kick in the air. Socks... Wood floor... You can just imagine. My foot that wasn't in the air, slipped out from under me and I landed on one of my hands, picture it as a hand-stand on one hand... I sprained it. I was VERY close to breaking it. And if that wasn't enough, I have very sensitive skin and the material they used for my cast-wrap irritated my arm and when I finally got to take my bandages off, it was another 2 weeks getting rid of the rash they left.

It didn't really leave "scar" but the story is one I couldn't help telling. So many laugh when they hear "sprained my arm while doing a Power Ranger kick."

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But, my mother has a huge scar. We were all at the beach one year, when I was VERY little, and my mom got her ankle caught in between two pier planks and she fell - twisted her foot practically all the way off. They had to use like 20 metal pins to reattach her foot. It's so funny when we have to go through a metal detector. Those pins always go off.

three seven
04-06-2005, 12:27 AM
Never cut up a cardboard box with a knife when your knees are inside the box.
Similarly, never do what I a chef colleague of mine did (yes, I was one of those once too) and attempt to halve a lettuce while holding it. You will cut your hand in half.

Fractured_Chaos
04-06-2005, 12:39 AM
Most of my "WTF?" injuries never left scars. And I have quite a few of those. I'm a maladroit. Seriously.

How many people here can say they broke their ankle tripping over their own shadow? :wag:

But I do have one scar (well, I have more, but we're talking about a sepcific type of injury).

I was in a hurry to get my dishes done, and made the stupid mistake of jamming my hand into a glass. I filleted the top knuckle on my right index finger. Had to have 8 stitches.

To make matter worse, it was a slow night at the ER, and one Doctor peeked in, took one look at my hand, and said, "Ick! I hate the sight of blood!", and left. The nurse looked at it, and teased me about getting rid of all my glass glasses. The Doctor who actually did the stitching, told me I was going to need about 50 of them. And the first Doctor peeked back in while I was getting the stitches, and said, "Ick! I hate stitches!" and disappeared again! :Wha:

I never had a -glass- glass in my home for about 20 years after that.

Sarita
04-06-2005, 12:44 AM
I have another one. Hand related. I was 15 and opening a can with a can opener... er. Anyway, it didn't open all the way and I pulled up on it with my middle finger and thumb. It slipped and sliced my middle finger almost all the way off! Ack! When I ran/stumbled upstairs to tell my parents, I just walked into their room. Big mistake, they were um... busy. Double ACK, or maybe more like BLECHT! My sister took me to the ER. They put it back on, so now I just have funny finger prints. I could never get away with a crime ;)

JenNipps
04-06-2005, 05:35 AM
Well, when I was about 11, I was watching an old tape of an episode of Power Rangers (the original ones) and I was imitating them, and did a kick in the air. Socks... Wood floor... You can just imagine. My foot that wasn't in the air, slipped out from under me and I landed on one of my hands, picture it as a hand-stand on one hand... I sprained it.

Heh. OK, that reminds me of another one. (Which in turn reminded me of another one...)

When I was in 4th grade, I didn't have many friends (actually, story of my life, but then -- fat kid with glasses - go figure). One day at recess I was playing by myself. I wore a skirt that day that went to my knees. It was a straight skirt. No flaring or anything.

I don't remember why, but I went to kick at something (invisible arch-nemesis, perhaps?) and the force of the kick combined with the skirt brought my other foot out from under me and I hit my elbow on the concrete sidewalk/porch in front of the classrooms.

The elbow connection is what reminded me of the other one.

As I said in the "Blind Guy" thread, I am legally blind. I used to ride a bike. (Key phrase: used to) I knew the potholes and such in the road because of the way the shadows were in them.

Well...

Time changed back to standard time, so I guess this was in October. I wasn't used to the different shadows yet. My front tire hit the pothole, I hit the road and cracked my elbow.

After we got back from the emergency room and I was feeling reasonably better, my mom made me sell the bike. But I got the $50 from it. lol.

SRHowen
04-06-2005, 05:40 AM
Worked at a Burger King, the manager dropped the plastic tongs they use to lift burgers and stuff into the fryer--he reached in and tried to grab it. Not pretty.

One time I was out adjusting the shade shelter near where one of the horses was chained, the wind caught the canvas and ripped the pole out of the ground and knocked me in the face--broke my jaw.

I have so many scars from working in non-domestic cat rescue that the list would take several pages--

William Haskins
04-06-2005, 05:57 AM
one day i got on an airplane in austin, flew to oakland and the next morning rented an RV along with our film crew. drove from oakland to the black rock desert in nevada. arrived at nearly midnight at the gates of burning man.

producer got out of the driver's seat to go to the gate and get our tickets. i decided i'd go too and stepped out of the side door. the next thing i saw was the back of an old chevy pickup, rolling toward me, faster and faster. i yelled until i realized no one was in the driver's seat.

the truck (which had been left running and slipped into reverse) hit the RV pinning my arm in the door and my leg against the lower fender. i walked around for a 6-day location shoot in the nevada desert in august, bruised and battered.

if it weren't for the drugs, it would have really hurt.

WVWriterGirl
04-06-2005, 05:58 AM
I have a couple of good ones...

When I was 7 or 8, my mom and dad used to play tennis across the street from a playground. The courts and playground are in a gradeschool and highschool complex, so there aren't many cars, and I was allowed to go to the playground while they played tennis. The gates to the playground were closed because it was summertime, and I had to climb over the fence. My mom had told me that if I got hurt and was bleeding to go to the truck and get my dad's t-shirt. Well...When I climbed over the fence, the inside of my upper arm got caught on the sharp top part of the chain link fence and ripped it open about six or seven inches. I went to the truck and got the t-shirt and there I sat for an hour and a half until they had finished playing. No one saw me crying in the cab of the truck, and dad's shirt was red by the time they got there. I've still got the scar, and I didn't get any stitches.

The next one...I grew up on a hill that isn't really too steep, but long, and when you get started running down it, it's hard to stop. The driveway is paved, but at the time, the bottom part of the driveway wasn't. Me and my friend, Jason (I was "racin' Jason") were racing down the hill when I slid and fell in the unpaved part at the bottom. I took a triangle-shaped chunk out of my knee - you could see the bones of my knee joint working through the hole. I walked the 1/4 of a mile back up my hill and my knee didn't bleed until I propped it up on the patio...then it was like a waterfall. No stitches there, either.

Last one...not really a scar, but...
I was playing league softball at 14 or so (I played from the age of 5 until I was 17 or 18) and slid into second on a close play. I slid figure-4 style, right foot under left knee. I had my foot back a little too far, the girl tagged me a little low, and I hyper-extended my left knee. Couldn't bear weight on it for three weeks.

Ouchies, all three.

WVWG