I caused a huge urn of coffee to fall off a kitchen counter when I was trying to sneak a Hostess snack. I got a huge blister and second degree burn on my foot.
Really, I have been very blessed all my life and have only ever had minor injuries. And I no longer eat Hostess snacks. But I do enjoy coffee.
When I was 9, my cousin was chasing me around my grandma's basement and I jumped into a chair and fell right out of it again, onto the cement floor. I broke the ring and pinky fingers on my left hand and that wrist, as well. The ring finger did a sharp left turn at just under the 2nd knuckle. It hurt like you have no idea when they were setting it.
I was like, "It's good that I'm not crying, right? I'm just screaming?"
Wiped out on my bike, had to walk home bleeding everywhere. Mom put me in the bathtub and got the tweezers, as she was picking out the stones from my knees, I passed out.
Second worst happened when I was walking a friend's dog. For some reason we hadn't put a leash on, just a jute rope. The dog saw a deer and took off, the rope slid through my grip, and took about half my palm's skin with it.
OH! Then there was the time I sewed my finger with the sewing machine...
Thankfully, considering how uncoordinated I was, nothing too severe. Lots of sprained ankles,many basketballs and tetherballs to the nose, a couple of black eyes. The only times I had to go to the ER were from falling out of bed in the middle of the night. Once for stitches in my palm, once for stitches in my chin.
also I caught a squirrel when I was 4 and it ran up my face. had to get a rabies shot. I was very proud tho, cause I mean, who the fuck is fast enough to catch a squirrel?
Got most of my scars as an adult, but accidentally running barefoot through a field of broken glass as a preschooler kind of sticks out. So many glass shards my parents had to pull out of my feet with tweezers.
All of these are making me wince! Zebra Seasoning -- oh my! And, yes, that feeling of gravel embedded in your skin is a distinctly horrible sensation, and yours must have been just terrible! Poor, little friend!
When I was 11 I banged my chin on the edge of a swimming pool and partially bit through the skin below my lower lip. It sounds more gruesome than it was, but I was freaked out at the time.
Me and my friends stayed after school one day to wait for a ride from their brother, who was in high school and on the football team. We were all hanging out outside and when it was time to go we went to get our book bags, etc and the classrooms were all locked. No janitor around. This building was built in the fracking 1800s and had no a/c but it had breezeways and huge hallways and windows everywhere, including what we called transoms. They were over the coat racks and always open so me and my friends decide I am the one to go through because I am lightest and they boost me and I fell on my ribs on the fucking transom. I jumped down got our shit and gtfo but I never told my parents about the injury. I literally had three broken ribs. My entire midsection was purple and black for days and I could barely breathe without crying, but I didn't want to get in trouble and PLUS I knew there really wasn't anything to be done about broken ribs. IRONICALLY last year when I was in the hospital they kept me in isolation for 9 days waiting for TB test results because I had this dark spot on my lungs. I KNEW I did't have TB, but I guess because I had been in SO Cal and Mexico, they considered me a risk./ Ultimately they went into my lungs to scrape a bit where the dark spot was. Turned out to be NOTHING and scar tissue ... when they did the CAT scans they could see I had had three broken ribs. It hurt a lot.
I have been blessed. Nothing major some sprains and that’s it. But there was this one time. Me and my sister as children had to take a bath. I thought it was a good idea to take the blow dryer to make bubbles, as I recall. My mom had to kick the door in.
When I was six I was riding a mini-bike In the field behind my house going through the tall grass i hit a rock,flipped over the handled bars .. when i hit the ground the bike wasnt far behind and it ripped the skin off my chin ..It was literally hanging by a thread.nothing stiches couldnt fix but i had to get many shots in the chin ,which would explain my life long revulsion of needles. And i still have a nice zig-zag scar. whose origins changed whenever i was picking up women 😃. everything from secret agent to international jewel thief,stuntman.etc it has served my well through the years
I have two- pooped my pants in 1st standard. 2 years later touched an electrical socket and it blew the skin off my palm. Also injured my head 7 times before turning 10!
When I was 7 I was hit by a drunk driver and caught under the front tires . It’s a miracle I survived, I was very close to death . My younger sister when she was 7 ran around outside in her bare feet and stepped onto a rusty nail . The screams were the loudest I’ve ever hear from her .
omg thats awful...i was once a witness to the same thing a little girl run over by a drunk driver at a st patricks parade...alot of men gathered round and pucked up the car...it was so awful i cried! but found out months later the girl survived...they no longer allow any alcohol at that parade.
Yikes. That reminds me of when I dropped a glass bottle on the driveway trying to help carry groceries in when I was 10. I was barefoot, stepped on the glass accidentally and screamed. My dad carried me into the house and cleaned up my foot. He's a great dad. :)
Be me: 5 yrs old, twirling around the bedroom to get "the spins" and avoid tidying up, which was the actual task at hand. Spin out ass-first onto a baby-sized piano leg (because the piano was upside down). Mom drives 5 year old to ER with a baby-sized baby grand sticking out of their 2 hole. Have piano leg surigcally removed from said 2 hole. Never play piano again. Become butt stuff ingenue. (kidding. it's exit only)
I was six years old and my brother stabbed me in the eye with a meat fork after Sunday dinner. He was 4. Thank goodness it only scratched my eye so all that was needed were eye drops of some sort and an eye patch for a week. I recall that it was very annoying but not painful.
My cousins dared me to put my head inside one of the mechanical horses that you see outside of grocery stores and such. Mine was the only one that would fit, so I did it. It was not easy to do either. Then they put the dime in to start the ride. It cracked my head open, lots of blood gushing out, screaming kids, and I was so freaked out that I could not get my head on my own. An adult came and unplugged the damn thing and off I went to the hospital. Concussion, lots and lots of stitches on my scalp, black eyes, broken nose. It was awful. Pretty funny looking back, but my Mom was so mad at me.
i was 12 and saw a frying pan in a dark kitchen that i thought was empty abandoned and burning on the stove..picked it up to see the damage and nope it was filled with hot oil! second degree burns all over chest arms and hands!
When I was younger I used to ride other peoples show horses in jumping events. Had a few thousand pound plus horses fall on top of me, but never broke a bone. Just lucky I guess. I did however stab my little brother with a pitch fork while I was cleaning my horses stalls. I did warn him to stay out of the way tho, so there's that. When we kids (9 of us) were younger we used to make sling shots using bike inner tubes and rose hips for ammo. Took out a lot of cousins that way. By gawd those were fun times! We were a rough bunch :)
I was 5 years old and riding on the back of a bike. My sock got caught in the spokes of the bike wheel and the boy would not stop. By the time I got back to my house, my ankle was in the spokes. A neighbor pulled my leg out and I passed out. The bone was chipped and to the er I went.
I was trying to climb over a barbed wire fence, caught my knee. I was wearing white wooly tights (pantyhose ?) and so the blood from my knee spread all over the leg of my tights. My mum had a fit when she saw me. I still have the scar on my knee.
I was around 6 years old at my brothers little league baseball game. I went to the snack bar for candy and wasn't watching where I was going - I walked smack dab into a bat. An older kid was warming up with the bat by swinging it around and he hit me square in the face, absolutely smashing my nose. I was taken to the ER and they cleaned me up as best they could but they said I couldn't have surgery until my face had matured. So until I was 15 years old I put up with a flattened nose, sinus infections, and I snored because my sinus cavities couldn't drain well due to crushed bone. Finally a skilled surgeon was able to fix my nose. He used a piece of bone from my hip to reconstruct it. I now have a not-perfect but normal nose.
I was 6ish, fell face-first down a hill & landed with a pinecone wedged into my face just under my left eye. I literally slid down a hill using my face as a stopper.
Oh & one time I slipped on wet, polished concrete & fractured my skull, we only realised a decade later when a healed line showed up on a scan for a different snowboarding concussion that gave me deja vous for years. The whole family was like, "OMG That'll be from the time we heard your head hit concrete & thought you would die". Didn't take me to the hospital though -_-
Between 8th and 9th grade, when I was 13, I twisted my knee. I was visiting my aunt and her , for the week and they didn't take me to the doctor. Got home and I went to the orthopedist who always worked on the 82nd Airborne. He tells us a piece of bone had chipped off and been free floating around inside my knee. Tore up all my cartilage and ligaments. He said I was lucky it didn't cut my artery.
Good God, these stories are all bone-chilling! Thanks for sharing!
Me Again- Holy crap on a cracker, though! This might take the cake, if only bc it was a great example of the stupid shit kids can talk one another into thinking it is a good idea!I was both laughing and wanting to scream/faint reading it.
To not only get you to wedge your head in there, but to turn it ON! HOLY CRAP! Horrible injuries, but it could have easily been worse. I'm surprised your mom didn't need her own ambulance!
Just Wow! Those tots that crawl inside the claw machine have got nothing on you! So happy you survived to tell the tale!
7 - kid threw a large piece of asphalt at my head. It bled, but I didn't go to the hospital.
8 - broke my arm playing kissing tag
12 - while sitting on the grass I leaned back and my left hand fell squarely on one of those prickly things that grows in grass. It cut deep, and the scar is still pronounced today.
13 - broke my nose tobogganing. Had to have surgery to fix it.
It is crazy the amount of shit kids can endure and speak to tell it. The thing that I find the greatest amount of irony is that they did not take us to the ER. They doctored us up the best they could and in most of the cases they kept us alive. If my children followed the suit of their grandparents and parents they would have DHS or CPS at the door. Times have changed so.
In grade 2 figure skating. I was doing a jump and I missed my landing and landed flat on my stomach with a THUD! and not only knocked the wind out of myself but also smashed my chin on the hard ice, and my mouth was open with my tongue out in surprise and I had almost bitten it off and there was blood everywhere and I remember even looking on the rink for my tongue thinking I had bitten it off. I went to the ER and they stitiched it up, right thru top to bottom. Hundreds of stitches and they had to hold me down, kicking and screaming the whole time and they had to pry me out of my mother's arms. It was awful. We were also supposed to go to a play that night but my tongue was so swollen up and sore we couldn't and I was so MAD.
Was walking my horse past a giant clydesdale draft horse and I got kicked by the clydesdale and it shattered my right leg. The monstrous horse was trying to kick my horse and luckily got me. If he had gotten my horse I would have had to put my horse down. It was a sacrifice I gladly made. 20 years later I still have my horse and my leg does sometimes bother me but for the most part I had a lucky recovery.
1. Tried to dislodge a toy parachute from low hanging mains power electric wires with an aluminium pole - apparently was 'out' for quite a while - they say mum was acting 'insane'...
2. Ran into a paper wasp nest with my face, over a dozen bites on face & neck - apparently was 'out' for quite a while - with a head the size of a Halloween pumpkin - they say mum was acting 'insane'...
3. Blew up a fire-ant nest with a fire-cracker - covered in ants who all bit me - allergic reaction - apparently was 'out' for quite a while - they say mum was acting 'insane'...
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ReplyDeleteI caused a huge urn of coffee to fall off a kitchen counter when I was trying to sneak a Hostess snack. I got a huge blister and second degree burn on my foot.
ReplyDeleteReally, I have been very blessed all my life and have only ever had minor injuries. And I no longer eat Hostess snacks. But I do enjoy coffee.
A softball I tried to catch barehanded dislocated my right middle finger.
ReplyDeletehot a splinter of wood in my eye and fell in a tumbleweed.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was 9, my cousin was chasing me around my grandma's basement and I jumped into a chair and fell right out of it again, onto the cement floor. I broke the ring and pinky fingers on my left hand and that wrist, as well. The ring finger did a sharp left turn at just under the 2nd knuckle. It hurt like you have no idea when they were setting it.
ReplyDeleteI was like, "It's good that I'm not crying, right? I'm just screaming?"
A hot iron fell on my arm.
ReplyDeleteWiped out on my bike, had to walk home bleeding everywhere. Mom put me in the bathtub and got the tweezers, as she was picking out the stones from my knees, I passed out.
ReplyDeleteSecond worst happened when I was walking a friend's dog. For some reason we hadn't put a leash on, just a jute rope. The dog saw a deer and took off, the rope slid through my grip, and took about half my palm's skin with it.
OH! Then there was the time I sewed my finger with the sewing machine...
my self-esteem
ReplyDeleteThankfully, considering how uncoordinated I was, nothing too severe. Lots of sprained ankles,many basketballs and tetherballs to the nose, a couple of black eyes. The only times I had to go to the ER were from falling out of bed in the middle of the night. Once for stitches in my palm, once for stitches in my chin.
ReplyDeletealso I caught a squirrel when I was 4 and it ran up my face. had to get a rabies shot. I was very proud tho, cause I mean, who the fuck is fast enough to catch a squirrel?
ReplyDeleteGot most of my scars as an adult, but accidentally running barefoot through a field of broken glass as a preschooler kind of sticks out. So many glass shards my parents had to pull out of my feet with tweezers.
ReplyDeleteAll of these are making me wince!
ReplyDeleteZebra Seasoning -- oh my! And, yes, that feeling of gravel embedded in your skin is a distinctly horrible sensation, and yours must have been just terrible! Poor, little friend!
That's just badass, Notthisagain!
ReplyDeleteNow I might pass out, Brayson! Awful!
When I was 11 I banged my chin on the edge of a swimming pool and partially bit through the skin below my lower lip. It sounds more gruesome than it was, but I was freaked out at the time.
ReplyDeleteMe and my friends stayed after school one day to wait for a ride from their brother, who was in high school and on the football team. We were all hanging out outside and when it was time to go we went to get our book bags, etc and the classrooms were all locked. No janitor around. This building was built in the fracking 1800s and had no a/c but it had breezeways and huge hallways and windows everywhere, including what we called transoms. They were over the coat racks and always open so me and my friends decide I am the one to go through because I am lightest and they boost me and I fell on my ribs on the fucking transom. I jumped down got our shit and gtfo but I never told my parents about the injury. I literally had three broken ribs. My entire midsection was purple and black for days and I could barely breathe without crying, but I didn't want to get in trouble and PLUS I knew there really wasn't anything to be done about broken ribs. IRONICALLY last year when I was in the hospital they kept me in isolation for 9 days waiting for TB test results because I had this dark spot on my lungs. I KNEW I did't have TB, but I guess because I had been in SO Cal and Mexico, they considered me a risk./ Ultimately they went into my lungs to scrape a bit where the dark spot was. Turned out to be NOTHING and scar tissue ... when they did the CAT scans they could see I had had three broken ribs. It hurt a lot.
ReplyDeleteI fractured my labia in three places
ReplyDeleteLondon, Paris and Kansas.
Hahahahahaha
DeleteI have been blessed. Nothing major some sprains and that’s it. But there was this one time. Me and my sister as children had to take a bath. I thought it was a good idea to take the blow dryer to make bubbles, as I recall. My mom had to kick the door in.
ReplyDeleteStitches.
ReplyDeleteLag and elbow.
When I was six I was riding a mini-bike In the field behind my house going through the tall grass i hit a rock,flipped over the handled bars .. when i hit the ground the bike wasnt far behind and it ripped the skin off my chin ..It was literally hanging by a thread.nothing stiches couldnt fix but i had to get many shots in the chin ,which would explain my life long revulsion of needles. And i still have a nice zig-zag scar. whose origins changed whenever i was picking up women 😃. everything from secret agent to international jewel thief,stuntman.etc it has served my well through the years
ReplyDeleteI have two- pooped my pants in 1st standard. 2 years later touched an electrical socket and it blew the skin off my palm.
ReplyDeleteAlso injured my head 7 times before turning 10!
When I was 7 I was hit by a drunk driver and caught under the front tires . It’s a miracle I survived, I was very close to death . My younger sister when she was 7 ran around outside in her bare feet and stepped onto a rusty nail . The screams were the loudest I’ve ever hear from her .
ReplyDeleteomg thats awful...i was once a witness to the same thing a little girl run over by a drunk driver at a st patricks parade...alot of men gathered round and pucked up the car...it was so awful i cried! but found out months later the girl survived...they no longer allow any alcohol at that parade.
DeleteShe broke up with me at a elementary school roller skating party.
ReplyDeleteYikes. That reminds me of when I dropped a glass bottle on the driveway trying to help carry groceries in when I was 10. I was barefoot, stepped on the glass accidentally and screamed. My dad carried me into the house and cleaned up my foot. He's a great dad. :)
ReplyDeleteBe me:
ReplyDelete5 yrs old, twirling around the bedroom to get "the spins" and avoid tidying up, which was the actual task at hand.
Spin out ass-first onto a baby-sized piano leg (because the piano was upside down).
Mom drives 5 year old to ER with a baby-sized baby grand sticking out of their 2 hole.
Have piano leg surigcally removed from said 2 hole.
Never play piano again.
Become butt stuff ingenue. (kidding. it's exit only)
All of these are great stories, but OMG, Nancy!!! 😲😂
ReplyDeleteYou do know that all ER staff automatically assume that anything stuck in the butt was intentionally placed there.
ReplyDeleteI was six years old and my brother stabbed me in the eye with a meat fork after Sunday dinner. He was 4. Thank goodness it only scratched my eye so all that was needed were eye drops of some sort and an eye patch for a week. I recall that it was very annoying but not painful.
ReplyDeleteMy cousins dared me to put my head inside one of the mechanical horses that you see outside of grocery stores and such. Mine was the only one that would fit, so I did it. It was not easy to do either. Then they put the dime in to start the ride. It cracked my head open, lots of blood gushing out, screaming kids, and I was so freaked out that I could not get my head on my own. An adult came and unplugged the damn thing and off I went to the hospital. Concussion, lots and lots of stitches on my scalp, black eyes, broken nose. It was awful. Pretty funny looking back, but my Mom was so mad at me.
ReplyDeletei was 12 and saw a frying pan in a dark kitchen that i thought was empty abandoned and burning on the stove..picked it up to see the damage and nope it was filled with hot oil! second degree burns all over chest arms and hands!
ReplyDeleteA cousin accidentally yanked a fish hook through my thumb. OUCH.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was younger I used to ride other peoples show horses in jumping events. Had a few thousand pound plus horses fall on top of me, but never broke a bone. Just lucky I guess. I did however stab my little brother with a pitch fork while I was cleaning my horses stalls. I did warn him to stay out of the way tho, so there's that. When we kids (9 of us) were younger we used to make sling shots using bike inner tubes and rose hips for ammo. Took out a lot of cousins that way. By gawd those were fun times! We were a rough bunch :)
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ReplyDeleteI was 5 years old and riding on the back of a bike. My sock got caught in the spokes of the bike wheel and the boy would not stop. By the time I got back to my house, my ankle was in the spokes. A neighbor pulled my leg out and I passed out. The bone was chipped and to the er I went.
ReplyDeleteI was trying to climb over a barbed wire fence, caught my knee. I was wearing white wooly tights (pantyhose ?) and so the blood from my knee spread all over the leg of my tights. My mum had a fit when she saw me. I still have the scar on my knee.
ReplyDeleteI was around 6 years old at my brothers little league baseball game. I went to the snack bar for candy and wasn't watching where I was going - I walked smack dab into a bat. An older kid was warming up with the bat by swinging it around and he hit me square in the face, absolutely smashing my nose. I was taken to the ER and they cleaned me up as best they could but they said I couldn't have surgery until my face had matured. So until I was 15 years old I put up with a flattened nose, sinus infections, and I snored because my sinus cavities couldn't drain well due to crushed bone. Finally a skilled surgeon was able to fix my nose. He used a piece of bone from my hip to reconstruct it. I now have a not-perfect but normal nose.
ReplyDeleteContinual mental and emotional abuse, with physical abuse thrown in.
ReplyDeleteI was 6ish, fell face-first down a hill & landed with a pinecone wedged into my face just under my left eye. I literally slid down a hill using my face as a stopper.
ReplyDeleteOh & one time I slipped on wet, polished concrete & fractured my skull, we only realised a decade later when a healed line showed up on a scan for a different snowboarding concussion that gave me deja vous for years. The whole family was like, "OMG That'll be from the time we heard your head hit concrete & thought you would die". Didn't take me to the hospital though -_-
Assholes.
Between 8th and 9th grade, when I was 13, I twisted my knee. I was visiting my aunt and her , for the week and they didn't take me to the doctor. Got home and I went to the orthopedist who always worked on the 82nd Airborne. He tells us a piece of bone had chipped off and been free floating around inside my knee. Tore up all my cartilage and ligaments. He said I was lucky it didn't cut my artery.
ReplyDeleteGood God, these stories are all bone-chilling! Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteMe Again- Holy crap on a cracker, though! This might take the cake, if only bc it was a great example of the stupid shit kids can talk one another into thinking it is a good idea!I was both laughing and wanting to scream/faint reading it.
To not only get you to wedge your head in there, but to turn it ON! HOLY CRAP! Horrible injuries, but it could have easily been worse. I'm surprised your mom didn't need her own ambulance!
Just Wow! Those tots that crawl inside the claw machine have got nothing on you! So happy you survived to tell the tale!
Anything to do with the eyes makes me wince.
ReplyDelete7 - kid threw a large piece of asphalt at my head. It bled, but I didn't go to the hospital.
8 - broke my arm playing kissing tag
12 - while sitting on the grass I leaned back and my left hand fell squarely on one of those prickly things that grows in grass. It cut deep, and the scar is still pronounced today.
13 - broke my nose tobogganing. Had to have surgery to fix it.
It is crazy the amount of shit kids can endure and speak to tell it. The thing that I find the greatest amount of irony is that they did not take us to the ER. They doctored us up the best they could and in most of the cases they kept us alive. If my children followed the suit of their grandparents and parents they would have DHS or CPS at the door. Times have changed so.
ReplyDeleteIn grade 2 figure skating. I was doing a jump and I missed my landing and landed flat on my stomach with a THUD! and not only knocked the wind out of myself but also smashed my chin on the hard ice, and my mouth was open with my tongue out in surprise and I had almost bitten it off and there was blood everywhere and I remember even looking on the rink for my tongue thinking I had bitten it off. I went to the ER and they stitiched it up, right thru top to bottom. Hundreds of stitches and they had to hold me down, kicking and screaming the whole time and they had to pry me out of my mother's arms. It was awful. We were also supposed to go to a play that night but my tongue was so swollen up and sore we couldn't and I was so MAD.
ReplyDeleteWas walking my horse past a giant clydesdale draft horse and I got kicked by the clydesdale and it shattered my right leg. The monstrous horse was trying to kick my horse and luckily got me. If he had gotten my horse I would have had to put my horse down. It was a sacrifice I gladly made. 20 years later I still have my horse and my leg does sometimes bother me but for the most part I had a lucky recovery.
ReplyDeleteI sprained my ankle doing something that was popular in the analog childhood days called "playing outside."
ReplyDelete1. Tried to dislodge a toy parachute from low hanging mains power electric wires with an aluminium pole - apparently was 'out' for quite a while - they say mum was acting 'insane'...
ReplyDelete2. Ran into a paper wasp nest with my face, over a dozen bites on face & neck - apparently was 'out' for quite a while - with a head the size of a Halloween pumpkin - they say mum was acting 'insane'...
3. Blew up a fire-ant nest with a fire-cracker - covered in ants who all bit me - allergic reaction - apparently was 'out' for quite a while - they say mum was acting 'insane'...