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What's Your Worst Injury, Ever?

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Hit a bump, bike handle slipped and went into my armpit severing my brachial artery. Never seen so much blood in my life.

Second one is not really an injury, but a doctor mis-prescribed some cough medication to me when I was 12. Turns out he gave me the maximum recommended ADULT dosage to a 12 year old. Went into convulsions and all kinds of involuntary reactions like turning my head to the left until it hurt over and over, sticking my tongue out. Sounds funny, but it was acutally pretty painful. Had to have a spinal tap done after the pediatricians couldn't figure out what the hell was wrong with me. Doctor got off easy and was trasferred to another compound.

Basketball practice, was running backwards and fell spraining both my wrists. The jokes from my teammates after seeing me with two wrists bandaged up was enough pain..

Last but not least, and this is the most recent. Kicked a wall (don't ask) and sprained some ligaments as well as breaking two bones in my foot. The sprain was more painful than the broken bones.
 
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I've had my share, but lucky enough that they involved breaks which could heal, and no bad joint injuries.
Dislocated thumb - got stepped on - only bad thing about that was that it looked scary to a 6th grader, then the frist ER Dr we went to refused to give me a shot, then he was unable to get it back in place after about an hour of messing with it. 2nd Dr was great.
Borken left arm while WATCHING a HS FB game when i was in 7th grade - got tossed out of the bleachers and after i landed, my left arm looked like a boomerang between the elbow and wrist. then they didn't set it right and I kept having to go to a Dr and have it "massaged" gradually back into a more straight position - that wasn't fun.
Cracked left wrist playing football - no big deal.
Stitches - the one thing that kicked my ass as a kid was a rocking horse! Got 5 stiches in the back of my head when i was 5, then the next year decided to fall off again and get 8 or 10 stiches in my forehead. i still remember those stitches - no novacain or anything that time.
Got car-jacked once and one of the punks had a brick wrapped in a towel and swung it into the back of my head while I was fighting off the other two punks - wasn't too bad, though as they took off after that and I didn't get a concussion or anything, just some stitches.
I will have to say that the worst thing i ever went through was when I was 11, the front wheel of a friend's bike I was riding came loose and i landed face first on the road, shearing off three front teeth. the first 2 root canals went fine, but the 3rd one, the tooth nerve was still very much alive, and my dentist didn't have any pain killer strong enough - if you've ever seen the movie Marathon Man, that's exactly what I went through that day. the only thing missing was he didn't say "Is it safe?" over an over!
 
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Don't know if this was the worst -- certainly was the dumbest.

During Grad School a few of us got together to go our past roommates department dance. He was now in his third year of Med School and the party would likely see a good haul of nurses. On a campus with a 5:1 male:female ratio it was red meat for starving lions.

Get there, dressed in my best clean white shirt and see I was not the only ones with pussy on the brain that night. Damned place is crowded -- well over fire limit! Spot a lovely, negotiate the "wanna drink" intro and depart for the bar. I'm half way back through the throng carrying a long cool glass of beer in one hand and a White Russian, served in a dainty glass for the lady, in the other. Suddenly there is a simultaneous crowd crush -- from two sides. Instantly the beer glass gets cracked against a table edge, slitting into my fingers and part of the palm. As the blood slickened cracked glass of beer falls from my hand the second crowd crush really takes hold. The back of someone to my side crushes the second glass into my upper right arm. I feel pain -- though it was more like someone punching me hard than anything else you might imagine.
Almost immediately one of the others with me points to my bleeding hand and says "you'd better get that taken care of."
Ignoring the plethora of budding medical talent surrounding me I instead have the brilliant idea that I'll simply wash up and all will be just fine. Of to the rest room I go...

On getting in there, sure the hand looks bad, but what grabs my attention is the huge lump of glass sticking out of that upper right arm -- and the growing field of red on what was moments earlier a pristine white shirt. There must be some point to instinct, but here is where it let me down. First thing through my head -- if the glass in your arm offends thee, pluck it out. And so I do..

and after gazing at a good gaping maw of a gash, that seemed to go down right through the muscle, for maybe 5 seconds ..

I faint ..

Clocking my head on the wash-basin on the way down. Opening a gash above the eye, right in line with the eye-brow.

(this weakness at the sight of blood is by the way the main thing that kept me from accepting any offers to go to med school, you can't be falling down on the job all day).

Friends by now have begun to search for me.. They enter the rest room and wake me, announcing all the while, boy - that cut above the eye is bad. Then .. nah , that's nothing see the cut in his hand, finally turning me over they realize where all the blood is really coming from and declare a winner in this parade of wounds.

Only now does the Doc who's invited us get into the picture. I bleed all over the cream colored leather seats of his Jaguar on the way to the ER, going through a couple or three towels on the way. I don't think he ever got those seats completely clean - though to his eternal credit he never once gave me any grief over this.

The ER was a whole different story. I'm way woozy and in shock from blood loss, plus I stink like a distillery from all the booze and ale that spilt on me. The on-call physician (a truly snotty punk of girl) assumes that its your typical drunken bar fight victim and puts me bottom of her list of things do do right that evening.

Some botched interior and exterior stitches later and she's sending us on our way. My friend the Doc is mighty pissed with miss on-call at the poor job she's done.

To top this off and show just how foolhardy I was at that young age there is the morning after.

See, the campus had just had built new squash courts. In those days, before racquetball was the rage, squash was the thing. We had arranged for 5-10 minutes apiece of one-on-one training with the then number 5 in world, a Pakistani called Gogi Alaudin. And, wound on my upper right arm or no, there was no way I was going to miss out.

One swing, one miss and all those poorly done stitches popped.

Back to the ER.
 
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Not a major injury, but relevant for this board.

Way back when I was on campus, a few of us were playing some hoops before a Friday night of drinking. I landed on somebody's foot and badly sprained my ankle. After going to the treatment center at the University Hospital and getting it wrapped and handed some crutches, we proceeded to the South Berg as planned (it was on High Street, I think near 11th).

Buckets of beer (6 or 7 pitchers) were $5 in those days. After the 4 of us finished the first bucket, they sold us the second one for $3.50. Ah, the good old days, about 13 pitchers of beer for $8.50! Although looking back, one wonders where that second bucket of beer had been before we got it cheap!

After drinking my share (3 pitchers or so), I hobbled back to my apartment on Lane Ave. That was a long haul for a drunk who wasn't used to his crutches yet, but of course it didn't hurt much until the next day.
 
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Two major injuries for me. The first one was while playing soccer. I had a kid land on my ankle. He broke both of my leg bones (just above the ankle) and ripped the main tendon in my ankle. That one required two surgeries, one titanium plate, nine screws, and approximately 3 months to heal. The second was worse, I had a spontaneous pneumothorax. In other words, a hole just developed in my lung and half of it collapsed (pneumothorax is potentially fatal, and I was only 18 at the time). It took 6 full weeks of doing absolutely no physical activity to have it heal, and then I had to fight to get back into shape for soccer, which I had already missed all of the preseason practices and two games.
 
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I broke my leg, on a clip from a wide receiver that would eventually play at OSU.
Yes, there was a flag thrown, but that didn't help, as my season was over.

I also cracked 3 ribs landing on someone elses knee. That hurt like a bitch.
 
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i havent had any major, or anything really close (knock on wood), injuries. but anything that i really have had came from football.

- i once ran into a tree playing pickup football in my neighbor's wooded back yard (going for a pass neck to neck with one of my buddies covering me, was looking up at the ball, and WHAM!) chipped a tooth and blacked out. might have gotten a slight concussion but i never got it checked out.

- most of you who play football should know this drill, that little 3-man rotation where you are all on the ground rolling back and forth, with each guy jumping over the other one at a time. Well, lets just say i was bracing to push my self up over the guy, but he rolled too far and rolled right over the back of my elbow and pushed it the opposite direction... ahhh hyper-extended or whatever it was, it kept me out of the rest of practice (for the record i wanted to come back in but coach wouldnt let me.)

-and then shin splints, sprained ankles, fingers smashing helmets in ice cold weather, knee problems, cuts, bruises, but most of the stuff didnt keep me out of action, just toughed it out.
 
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Thump said:
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have I ever mentioned to you that she looks like Charlize Theron..... :cool:
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Only about a million times you prick!
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Thump, be nice.

This time he left out the "she's 12 years younger than I am part."

And NYB, if at least one guy in the fight has a knife, it's a knife fight in my book, although it might not be a fair one. :wink2:
 
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Nothing major, but it's a decent list.

Soph year of high school ... fractured bone in hand during a football game. kept if taped for a few weeks... good as new :)

Basically blew out both knees later that year... Had a bad case of osgoodslaughter's (ligaments too short, yada yada) managed to abrade away most of the cartilage somehow... no more football for me :(

Sr. Year...

stress fracture in right foot early in track season
2 weeks later, mild tear in left achilles...

Finished the season, then spent the entire summer flat on my back. Never did get either of them fixed, and they are still prone to reinjury if I over do it.

I've managed to avoid doing anything too stupid since then, though :)
 
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And NYB, if at least one guy in the fight has a knife, it's a knife fight in my book, although it might not be a fair one.
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Fair enough Bill. I just didnt know it was a knife fight until I saw the steel coming at me....

Fortunately I have a gf who is 12 years younger than me to help me forget such things.... :wink:
 
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While playing shortstop in high school, I was taking a cutoff throw from our centerfielder after a guy had laced a gapper. As I threw the ball home to cut down the runner trying to score from first, the bone in my elbow popped off at the growth plate. I also stretched the ligaments in my elbow damn near the point of tearing them. The 3rd base coach for the opposing team heard it snap and came running out as soon as I let it go.

I've also broke my ankle, my left arm twice, my nose, and had my knee scoped.
 
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