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The Injury Thread.

CaptainF

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Post about a memorable injury of yours, one that you may even now be dealing with.

Mine is a hella nasty head Injury I took about 3-4 days ago.

Me and a couple of friends went to go swim at a popular creek. One of the main features of this creek was a section of slimy rock with water running over it that you could slide down. There were a couple of guys there that were sliding down on both of their feet, like surfers. I thought this was freaking cool, so I tried to do it, much to the dismay of my more rational friends. Well, sure enough, 2 seconds into my journey, I slipped bad and landed with almost all of my 200 lbs. right on the back of my head. Surprisingly I wasn't knocked out cold. I slid to the river at the bottom of this natural slide and crawled out dazed.

About 4 hours later I showed up at the local ER to get it all stitched up. But boy oh boy was it a crazy injury. I've never ripped such a huge gash.

So now I'm here 4 days later, stoned off of muscle relaxers because I sprained numerous neck muscles.

Here's pictures before and after I got it stapled:

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Share your nastiest ones!
 
I tore my bottom lip away from the gum so I seemed to have three sets of teeth, breaking my wrist and landing in a stream at the same time for added fun. Oh, and splitting the top lip all the way to my nose which didnt hurt to speak of.

Not as painful as the stitches without anasthetic, but still Ive had better weekends.

Your's does sound a horsehockey gig. Sod the muscle relaxants, demand propper opiates.
 
I sprained my ankle during a basketball game after I stole the ball.

I did, however, make the layup. :)
 
To this day I have no idea how my leg ended up underneath the kiddies' roundabout. It would've been bearable, had the kiddies not been playing on it at the time.
 
I never broke anything. Twisted ankles galore, but never wore a cast.

I had a couple of bike falls that required two-three stitches, and scars made cutting myself when I was a kid that I still have today, but on the whole I went through life largely unscathed :)
 
My left hand has still the scar from a glass in which I accidentally cut myself 5 years ago or so... The cut had about 5 cm in length and was deeper than I dared to look inside. My most horrible experience with injuries... I had my hand literally covered in blood. It was simply because I didn't look before sitting down on some grass in a park. I think I'll always have the scar, but now it's only 2,5 cm long or so...
 
I sprained my ankle during a basketball game after I stole the ball.

I did, however, make the layup. :)

That's some Rocky Balboa stuff right there!:cool:
 
I sprained my ankle during a basketball game after I stole the ball.

I did, however, make the layup. :)

Same, except I sprained my knee, and I did not manage to pass it. It was a bit annoying, to hear my friends argue about whether I was fouled or not, when I was in a world of hurt. :(
 
Oooh I remember a good (as in stupid) injury! I was 20, and trying to escape the revenge of a friend after a food fight (said food fight consisted mostly in me throwing food at him and then running away :D ).

I decided to go over the fence, which was like this:
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and sure enough I pushed my hand on one of the spikes. I had a split second during which I had to decide whether to keep going or go back, and I decided to keep going, which was not easy with only one valid hand, so I fell off on the ground, ripping my clothes. Then I ran, but this time mostly to go clean and treat my open wound...

Funny thing is that my friend had stopped running after me pretty quickly and so I didn't have to do such drastic maneuvers, but I guess he got his revenge anyway :P
 
Back in elementary school while playing football I dove into a fence. (We played in a baseball outfield.) Slit right above my eye. I would of been . .. .. .. .ed had it hit my eye. Buy i did make the atch.
 
I broke my nose making a sweet catch in football while running into a light pole. Yes, I held on.

I also got bit by a snake.
 
Never broken a bone. Worst is probably when some kid I was being a smartass in front of decided to whip out his pool cue and jab me where the kidneys are. They were slightly damaged, which meant bloody ion, but that went away after a while.
 
Cracked my skull tumbling off a skateboard. Felt like a baseball bat to the head and sent me to the hospital for a 'lil brain surgery.

It did start a helmet-wearing revolution across the family though.
 
Never broke a bone however when I was a child my sister and I were playing on the bed and she pushed me off, and my nose landed on the edge of a bureau or something, it wasn't a bad wound but it left a bad scar on the crown of my nose. Fortunately for me, its faded a lot since then.
 
In 2002, as I was getting out of the cab (mind you, we were at the curb, traffic was backed up 3/4 of the block due to the red light also) on Flatbush Avenue, an SUV hit the cab from behind and sent me into both the roof and the seat in front.

I passed out, awoke to a paramedic next to me.

The guy in the SUV grabbed the debris from the street and according to the driver, my mother (who was also in the cab) and a soldier that witnessed the incident, screamed "Oh! I gotta take my daughter to the hospital too! See ya!" and left the scene even though he was the only occupant in that vehicle.

Turned out that I got some kind of muscle trauma in my neck, a severe concussion (with "post concussion syndrome" whatever that is), and one herniated and one bulging disk in my lower back.

As for that driver, he wasn't the owner of the SUV. Got a call a few days later from a police detective that was essentially "Yes, we found him...but we don't feel like pressing this matter" and hung up on me. It was ruled a "no fault" accident (which restricts awards to only $10,000) and even though leaving the scene of an accident is a felony here, this guy walked.

(Now you see another major reason why I despise the Donut Patrol police in Southeast Brooklyn.)

So goodbye slim chances for West Point. Hello to lower back pain.
 
In 5th grade, I was playing baseball, and the ball hit me in the lip and it caused my teeth to bite into it, and I had to get it stitched up.
 
Ouch Yankee. Major ouch.

Here's mine:

I was playing goalie in an indoor soccer league my senior year. Because indoor soccer allows me to mask my glaring deficiencies as a player (no goal kicks!), and allows me showcase what I'm really good at (diving to make saves), I became a keeper of some renown.

We're playing a rival team, and we're up 2-0. I had the number of their best striker, having stopped him on a PK, and on a breakaway in the first half. I celebrated after the second save, which I guess pissed him off...

So here we are, and he gets another breakaway. What I'm supposed to do, as a goalie, is to charge the ball (make his angle smaller), then dive at it, using my chest to shield the ball. This maneuver gives the striker plenty of time to get out of my way, or worse comes to worst, he kicks me in the side, or falls over me.

I get the ball, but then he kicks me as hard as he can, out of anger, IN THE HEAD.

I wake up a few min later, on the bench (the kid is thrown out of the game). My backup promptly gives up two goals, so the coach, in an epically dumb move, sends me back into the game, even though I can barely stand.

Apparently, 2 min of me being out there, I collapse on the pitch, and wake up later in the hospital. Big concussion.
 
Ouch Yankee. Major ouch.

The funny thing is that the following summer (after we pummeled So Damn Insane), I worked out with Marine recruiters to see how well I'd be (of course, a physical would almost certainly weed me out, but what the hell, why not try?) and I finally knew my limitations and called it a career before it started.

Concussions aren't fun. Ouch on your end. Ouch on my end because I slept for half of the following week. But, all things considered, I'm upright, I can talk, I do have a 3.64 in college thus far....got to remember to look up sometimes. As pessimistic as I am.

And that I'm also not like my father. Recent MRIs have shown him with 7 shattered disks stemming from various injuries and degenerative conditions (major injuries occurring at work).
 
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