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I have recently discovered that this tends to be an interesting conversation topic. anyway, I'll start:
with three, for the price of one.

This one I remember best.
One day, when I was about 14, I was making some french fries. I placed the cookie sheet in the oven. It has metal Handles. When I've taken them out of the oven for the second time, my sister walks in. I talk to her for about ten seconds. I take off the oven mits for some reason while doing so. I then pick up the cookie sheet, with the worst burns of my life. lessons learned from this: keep FOCUSED ON YOUR OBJECTIVE. also, cans of cold coke = best thing for palm of hand burns. (although in this case, it was my fingers -- still applies.)

Bloodiest injury:
I was at a friends house, eating some sort of frozen thingy. They had a golden lab. I was about 5 at the time as I remember it. (my mother says I was older -- 6 or 7). anyway, as I'm eating, the dog decides to take his fee. He bites me in the face-- on the cheek. he not only mangled half my face, but also tore out two teeth. (two front top middle teeth) -- I was rushed to a clinic, where they glued my face back together. I have never felt nearly as close to death then than any other time, including my next one. btw, I have no scars to prove it, only the medical logs. the main thing about scars is whether or not you get them fixed fast enough or not. I got this fixed in literally 20 or 30 minutes.

Probably the most lethal injury:
My Grandma's dog is a husky. I was about the same age as the one above, either a year after or a year before (or even six months) -- I say it was about 6 months after. Thank god my Grandma was an OR/ER nurse, because she knew exactly what to do. Anyway, this dog is hungry. There's KFC in the oven. Needless to say, a bad combination. I get it in the neck. that's right, the dog Bit me in the neck. Very very close call. probably about a millimeter away from my windpipe, this dog gets about a 2*1 CM bite mark on my neck, dead center. had I been a little older, with an adam's apple, I probably would have died that night.

Aside from these three, I have never broken a bone or had any other truly traumatic injuries as these.

And a bonus one, that isn't mine: My father's worst injury (that I know of)
My dad was on his high-school football team. The field where he played at, for some reason, had a hole in the ground in the field somewhere. it was about a foot or two deep. (30-60 cm, for those not used to the imperial system -- canada uses both) My dad was going back for a catch, when one of his legs got caught in this hole. his leg then broke in three places -- one in the lower shin, one in the upper (close to the knee) shin, and once in the femur. he had a cast for about a year, from what I heard. might have been 6 months, I can't remember so well.

post whatever you like -- friends, your own, family members, doesn't matter. I think it's an interesting subject for some reason. Don't post if you don't want to. I understand for some people it might be a very hard thing to do.

Oh, this sounds like fun! I'll have a go:

Age: 18. I worked at a liquor store that also had a deli. I was wearing a pair of butchers' gloves. (Supposed to be uncuttable by sharp objects.) I was slicing thin salami for a customer and after the first slice I showed it to her. She requested a thinner cut and I set it to cut even thinner. Mind you, you could almost see through the salami already w/ my sample cut. Anyone that has had deli meats cut before knows that about 90% of them come wrapped in some form of wax paper or plastic. What I hadn't noticed as I was preparing to start cutting is that only one side of the salamis' outer covering had pulled all the way down and the opposite side was still partially up. Regardless, about my fourth cut in the wrapping got caught in the slicer, yanked my hand, and went right through the glove. All in all I needed 18 stitches as the deli slicer blade cut through my thumb and about 1mm into the bone. Why I'm happy it happened: I had a wart on that thumb and the deli slicer sliced it right in half. The wart died and never came back. I sure showed it who was boss... Yeah... That's it.

Age: 24. I was having drinks at a bar w/ a few friends near Detroit, MI when a few guys started loud mouthing us and ripping on one of my friends confined to a wheelchair. I don't remember all that much, but do I remember that one of the other guys pulled out a pretty large knife and stabbed me w/ it. It went completely through my arm and out the other side. I fought the rest of the bar fight w/ it in my arm. Ironically enough when we went to the ER via the ambulance the guy that stabbed me was bedded right next to me for a day and a half. Talk about awkward. I have a pretty groovy scar from it and it missed everything. It didn't even bleed much. I was surprised. The one above bled more then this one did...

That's all I got for now.

-J.

CaptainCommunsism wrote:
Bloodiest injury:
I was at a friends house, eating some sort of frozen thingy. They had a golden lab. I was about 5 at the time as I remember it. (my mother says I was older -- 6 or 7). anyway, as I'm eating, the dog decides to take his fee. He bites me in the face-- on the cheek. he not only mangled half my face, but also tore out two teeth. (two front top middle teeth) -- I was rushed to a clinic, where they glued my face back together. I have never felt nearly as close to death then than any other time, including my next one. btw, I have no scars to prove it, only the medical logs. the main thing about scars is whether or not you get them fixed fast enough or not. I got this fixed in literally 20 or 30 minutes.

Probably the most lethal injury:
My Grandma's dog is a husky. I was about the same age as the one above, either a year after or a year before (or even six months) -- I say it was about 6 months after. Thank god my Grandma was an OR/ER nurse, because she knew exactly what to do. Anyway, this dog is hungry. There's KFC in the oven. Needless to say, a bad combination. I get it in the neck. that's right, the dog Bit me in the neck. Very very close call. probably about a millimeter away from my windpipe, this dog gets about a 2*1 CM bite mark on my neck, dead center. had I been a little older, with an adam's apple, I probably would have died that night.

So, I get the feeling you don't like dogs then?

One time I brushed my teeth with hydrocortisone. I thought I was gonna die for like a week. Another time, I had a glowstick explode in my face, and I got glowey stuff in my eyes. I thought I went blind.

I had a boxers fracture once. Thats about it.

I stubbed my toe, not once but twice. Man that really stung for at least 30 seconds.

When I was 18 I was riding my bicycle to work. A grey truck hit me doing between 30 and 40. I flew then rolled 70 ft. I only know the stats of the accident from looking at the police report. Wasn't wearing a helmet (Helmets weren't cool). The impact was so hard, my tightly tied on shoes were ejected. I ended up getting 8 staples in my head, and broke my collar bone. I also lost all the skin on my feet, since I ended up not having shoes on anymore. The driver apparently thought they had killed me, so they drove off. Unfortunatly the 12 eye witnesses were to busy looking at me and didn't get more than the first two digits of the license plate. I remember the first thing I heard when I came to was, "Oh my god, he is alive." They never found the guy who hit me. Because I wasn't killed, it wasn't a priority for them. Lovely logic. That was my worst. Oh, now I think helmets are kinda cool. Go figure.

About the worst I've had is slicing the bottom of my foot open. We have a ladder into the attic, and when my sister was just getting into the whole 'walking' thang, she would try climb the ladder. So to counter this, my dad screwed a piece of wood over the first 4 or so rungs, so she couldn't get up. eventually it got taken off, and a few months later as I climbed down the ladder I felt a stinging in my foot and found out the hard way that the screws had been left in.

It wasnt really painful, more annoying and stinging than anything. Up until the point the girl I was with at the time pointed out a growing puddle of blood surrounding my foot, ended up having stitches in the bottom of my foot which gave me trouble walking for a few weeks.

On an amusing note, my parents soon got laminate flooring because loads of blood and blue carpet don't mix

when i was about 14, I thought I could jump over my pool. I was wrong. DAMN YOU GRAVITY.

Once i was late to a baseball game so I forgot to wear my cup. This sucks because i was the playing catcher for the first time. So here's goes the first pitch and boom right into the boys. After that i started to cough blood and went to see a doctor.

Alazahr wrote:
Age: 24. I was having drinks at a bar w/ a few friends near Detroit, MI when a few guys started loud mouthing us and ripping on one of my friends confined to a wheelchair. I don't remember all that much, but do I remember that one of the other guys pulled out a pretty large knife and stabbed me w/ it. It went completely through my arm and out the other side. I fought the rest of the bar fight w/ it in my arm. Ironically enough when we went to the ER via the ambulance the guy that stabbed me was bedded right next to me for a day and a half. Talk about awkward. I have a pretty groovy scar from it and it missed everything. It didn't even bleed much. I was surprised. The one above bled more then this one did...

That sounds like one of the most graphic ones here -- Jeez!

Ixlar wrote:
When I was 18 I was riding my bicycle to work. A grey truck hit me doing between 30 and 40. I flew then rolled 70 ft. I only know the stats of the accident from looking at the police report. Wasn't wearing a helmet (Helmets weren't cool). The impact was so hard, my tightly tied on shoes were ejected. I ended up getting 8 staples in my head, and broke my collar bone. I also lost all the skin on my feet, since I ended up not having shoes on anymore. The driver apparently thought they had killed me, so they drove off. Unfortunatly the 12 eye witnesses were to busy looking at me and didn't get more than the first two digits of the license plate. I remember the first thing I heard when I came to was, "Oh my god, he is alive." They never found the guy who hit me. Because I wasn't killed, it wasn't a priority for them. Lovely logic. That was my worst. Oh, now I think helmets are kinda cool. Go figure.

That's probably the worst one so far. That really sucks they never found the guy. gotta love cop logic.

mcfly wrote:
So, I get the feeling you don't like dogs then?

Yeah. completely logical fear of dogs sprang out of this. Not tiny ones, just the kind that look like they could cause some pretty significant damage. I am now, needless to say, a cat person.

The only bad injury I ever had was when I hit my head on the car boot door. Got a nasty gash and I think it caused that little dent in the skin that won't go away. At least it didn't penetrate my skull.

And I stub my toe whenever I take off my shoes/slippers. Man that hurts.

During archery practice I got hit through the shoulder and literally pinned to a haystack.

Nofasse 'Eadhunta wrote:During archery practice I got hit through the shoulder and literally pinned to a haystack.

LOL....that sucks so much. I hope you inserted the bow into whoever did that do you.

Nice lol.

My funnest accident would be the time I hit a bunch of ice balls while skiing down the terrain park, (they had rolled off the side of a rather large ramp) I hit those and my skiis flew off and I pretty much cartwheeled uncontrollably down half the hill.

The worst "accident" would be when I flying headbutted a wall during a school dance. My friends and I were having a competition. And I blacked out for a while and woke up in the ambulance with a really bad sprained neck.

The bloodiest would be the time I got an exacto blade down my finger to the bone after it slipped carving a christmas ornament.

The worst wargaming accident would be the time I rolled out of bed onto a base of 20 Battle for Skull Pass Goblin Spearmen and they all stuck in my foot.

Funniest accident I have seen was my friend was drunk so decided to stomp on beerbottles on the ground thinking he had his steel toed shoes on. The neck broke and the whole thing went into his foot.

ixlar wrote:LOL....that sucks so much. I hope you inserted the bow into whoever did that do you.

[bullcrap] Indeed I did. I pulled the arrow out, blood spraying everywhere out of that newly formed wound, and called out his name. He turned to me, the flames of madness in his eyes, he said "Bluhgabbrt."

It was the only sign I needed. It was on. Only one of us would walk out of such a confrontation.

I stood up, unyielding from the pain. I drew my bow and pulled two arrows against the string. I urged him to make his move first, he responded with "XFFF roflllllll XDDDDD."
"Very well." I knocked both arrows loose, both of them ending up inside each of his testicles. He yelped, he screamed, he keeled over and fell to the dirt. I stepped toward him, and said "Burn, heretic, in the name of the Emperor," and I crushed his skull with the stave of my bow. Another act of good dedicated in His name.

In the distance, I heard the distinct warcry of a familiar invader...

WAAAGH!!!!

It seemed like this was only the beginning for what was to come. [/bullcrap]

Chistmas day 1993- 16 years old- smacked on the eyebrow above my left eye by my sister with a broom.

Cut to the bone, severing a branch of the trigeminal nerve, rendering my left forehead numb.
Blood also filled the anterior chamber of my eye, meaning I had to lie down in a dark room with patches over both eyes for a month to let the blood settle and reabsorb. :(

my man hood bite by a chihuahua

I think the question is why your manhood was open to biting in the first place.

i still had my jeans on
those small dogs have strong bites

Um, their jaws are about 3 cm long.

Must've been a damn small target.

well he was half terrior did i mention that

Does it make a difference?

They're both small dogs.

irish terrior
and are you still mad about what i said about irwin

No, but it's funny trolling you.

My worst was I broke my finger waterskiing. We were really far from anything resembling a hospital and it didn't look that bad at the time, it really hurt for the next few days though.

That reminds me of the time my teacher sliced off her finger on a ski.

Nofasse 'Eadhunta wrote:

ixlar wrote:LOL....that sucks so much. I hope you inserted the bow into whoever did that do you.

[bullcrap] Indeed I did. I pulled the arrow out, blood spraying everywhere out of that newly formed wound, and called out his name. He turned to me, the flames of madness in his eyes, he said "Bluhgabbrt."

It was the only sign I needed. It was on. Only one of us would walk out of such a confrontation.

I stood up, unyielding from the pain. I drew my bow and pulled two arrows against the string. I urged him to make his move first, he responded with "XFFF roflllllll XDDDDD."
"Very well." I knocked both arrows loose, both of them ending up inside each of his testicles. He yelped, he screamed, he keeled over and fell to the dirt. I stepped toward him, and said "Burn, heretic, in the name of the Emperor," and I crushed his skull with the stave of my bow. Another act of good dedicated in His name.

In the distance, I heard the distinct warcry of a familiar invader...

WAAAGH!!!!

It seemed like this was only the beginning for what was to come. [/bullcrap]

I have decided to overlook your [bullcrap] tags, and believe this as truth.

Mine would be the following:
Age 10-ish. Playing baseball with some friends. I was next to bat and i was standing really close to home plate. The guy hit a home run and swing around to nail me in the side of the head. knocked me out for a minute or so. fortunately there was a medical clinic across the road. major concussion and cookie-tasting vomit.

Age 12. Playing Cops and Robbers with friends. sprinted around a corner at the same time another guy did the same in the opposite direction. we ran into each other at max speed. busted my nose and blood was everywhere. It somehow got on my glasses and was running down them 007-style. And since i'm insane, we were back at it the next day!

Age 17. jumped over some stairs and landed with my right foot 90 degrees to the floor. broke a couple bones and snapped all my ligaments. was in a cast for a month and a half, but again due to my insanity i neglected to observe the "no running" rule, and only wore my aircast when i was moving around. now my foot is a bit messed.

I've worked in kitchens on and off or the past 3 and a half years so i have a bunch of cutting injuries too, but far too many to mention.

My sister snapped her femur in 3 pieces skiing once though.

Nofasse 'Eadhunta wrote:

ixlar wrote:LOL....that sucks so much. I hope you inserted the bow into whoever did that do you.

[bullcrap] Indeed I did. I pulled the arrow out, blood spraying everywhere out of that newly formed wound, and called out his name. He turned to me, the flames of madness in his eyes, he said "Bluhgabbrt."

It was the only sign I needed. It was on. Only one of us would walk out of such a confrontation.

I stood up, unyielding from the pain. I drew my bow and pulled two arrows against the string. I urged him to make his move first, he responded with "XFFF roflllllll XDDDDD."
"Very well." I knocked both arrows loose, both of them ending up inside each of his testicles. He yelped, he screamed, he keeled over and fell to the dirt. I stepped toward him, and said "Burn, heretic, in the name of the Emperor," and I crushed his skull with the stave of my bow. Another act of good dedicated in His name.

In the distance, I heard the distinct warcry of a familiar invader...

WAAAGH!!!!

It seemed like this was only the beginning for what was to come. [/bullcrap]

I salute your action against the infidel and cheer your coming battle against the greenskins.

Most gruesome looking injury:

I was in second grade (so what, like 7 maybe?) and skateboarding down the street. Had a problem, ended up scraping the left sie of my face off the street. It was the day before Halloween, so we left the blood on our white front door, and I didn't need a mask for a zombie costume!

Other than that, I'm pretty injury free. I'll get sore from silly/stupid/fun activity, but I rarely hurt myself beyond a pulled muscle or sore joint.

During highschool I dislocated my shoulder. We had a friday night game and I was playing defense. The play continued to the right side and I started to pursue. The center I had been facing the entire game was being a douchebag. Everytime I would pursue, he would push me from behind. Not a big deal except for when he did it when I was at full speed. He pushes me again and i fall face first. I must have tried to stop myself because my right arm tried to support over 200lbs. Popped it right out of place (it was 3" or so out spec). They strap me down and begin to place me in the ambulance. As they are putting me in they bang my arm into the side of the ambulance. It hurt like a biotch.

I used to work for a company that produced die cutting boards (they are used to cut out cardboard boxes). They use razor sharp steel that is hammered into wood. I was walking to my office (thinking about something other than work), when I bumped into one of the boxes. One of the blades was sticking out and nicked me on the wrist (vertically). I ended up with 5 or so stitches, but if it would have been a fraction of an inch more I would have cut an artery or something.

The worse I've seen involves my dad. He had a 2x10 board slide off of a ceiling joist and hit him right in the mouth. He lost 5 or 6 teeth, I think a jaw fracture, and a concussion. They also had to pull splinters out of his gums. Yowza! He also fell off the second story of a house and landed face first, onto another set of stairs. I will try to post some pictures later.

bloodiest- when i was in 1st grade i fell/was tripped (can't recall, could have been either, stories varies), and hit my head on the concrete slab that served as a step of sorts outside a door at my school. Got up, felt my head, pulled away a hand completely covered in blood, got to go get 8 stitches right near my hairline, so no impressive scars to show off really.

Most Painful- that i can recall, is probably when i got some chemicals on my hands a few years back and had several layers of skin peel off. I had to wrap my fingers in cloth to do things like fix my zipper, because it turn to touch things.

Most oh gaaaaa- had a cut get infected a couple weeks after i had the worst flu of my life, had swollen area that i self-treated. with a sewing needle, to clean out the gunk....and the memory of it will haunt me for the rest of my days