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So, What's the worse looking, gnarliest wound you've ever had the unfortunate chance to have suffered? Pics help, but stories will do!

To start us off:

While driving around in East Baghdad, my section was dropping off sniper dismounts so they could go set up OP's around the city. I was the rear humvee gunner. It was around midnight and dark as hell. I got a wierd feeling when we turned to go north on the route and started to hunch down a little bit more. A loud bang, some sparks and a little bit of unconsciousness later, I find myself sitting on the floorboard of the gunners station in the truck with my team-mates asking if I'm ok. I yell out "I'm good!" and we keep driving through the kill zone. As they're checking me out, I start to feel a dull pain in my right flank/hip area. "My side feels kinda funny" I said and rolled over to one side and pulled my shirt up for them to check. My friend gets to bandaging. A quick trip to the hospital via Blackhawk and some morphine and wound irigation and bandaging and I'm on my way back to my unit with a limp.

For all that, this is what I got out of it:



Good times.

What about you? ^_^

Nice butt.

So, what was it that hit you, GD???


My worst;


I was 5 years old.
My "job" was to hold the door while my 3 older brothers & dad carried groceries into the house after mom got back from the supermarket.
Open as they approach, close after they go through.

Not a hard job... but I was 5. Give me a break.

Well, this particular night, I was watching TV in the living room when mom got home.
She honked the horn and I went running to the storm door to open it (front door was open).

The handle on this door was crescent shaped, rounded side facing out, obviously.

I stuck out my hand to hit the handle, as I'd done a hundred times before... but this time, my hand slipped off of it.
Since I was running full bore, my arm went through the glass, up to JUST PAST the elbow.

The doctors said it wasn't so much going INTO the glass, but when I pulled it out in panic that the dmage was caused.

I started running laps around the outside of the house, screaming at the top of my lungs in pain, while my dad chased me, trying to catch me. Eventually, one of my brothers cut me off "at the pass" and dad caught me.

Everything was dropped in its' place and I was taken to the Hospital (parents and brothers all in tow, of course).
I got 179 stitches in my right forearm that night. The scars once covered about a third of my arm but, as I've grown, they're more along the 5 to 10% range, now.

It was a bad night for the hospital staff, too.
Everything would have been fine, if they'd let my dad stay in the room and keep me calm (I was perfectly calm by the time we got there).
When they kicked him out of the room because of "hospital policy," I freaked out.

It took 2 Dr's to sew me up and 3 Dr's and 4 nurses to hold me down.
At one point they put me in a little coccoon to try to control me, and I broke the leather straps off from where they were attached to the "coccoon."

According to dad, when we (Doc's, Nurses & me) got out of there, every one of us was so drenched with sweat that, literally, it looked like we all just walked into a shower, fully clothed.



That'll teach 'em to listen to a kid next time he says, "I want my daddy."



Eric

MagickalMemories wrote:So, what was it that hit you, GD???

They say that some Iraqi's shot an RPG at us. It hit in between trucks. A piece of shrapnel went through the window and into me.

And as far as keeping parents with frightened kids, it's definitely a plus. We ALWAYS keep parents with their underage kids when possible on the ambulance. It just makes things easier.

grey_death wrote:And as far as keeping parents with frightened kids, it's definitely a plus. We ALWAYS keep parents with their underage kids when possible on the ambulance. It just makes things easier.

Well, that was 1976. It was a different time, then.
Back then, you sweated it out in the waiting room during something like that.

I like to think that, due to the above story, *I* was the catalyst for that "rule change." LOL


Five years ago, my daughter fell & got a cut that, though it didn't need stitches, still needed ER assistance (it was close).
Not only did they let my wife and I in the room the whole time, we were active participants in her care (i.e., we held her down while they cleaned and worked on her shin).

Eric

Cheers to GD's cover/armor/inv save

I was going to post my flying over the handle bars of a honda with a locked front wheel at 50+ mph story but it pales in comparison to any wound received in a war zone.

HFN

I've been electrocuted twice
Stabbed
Shot at (luckily missed)
Broken 4 teeth at different times
Broken an arm
Dislocated my little finger at the MCP joint so the finger was spun around 360 degrees.
Run over by a car (my foot!)
Knocked unconscious twice.
Chest drain for a pleural effusion.
Chopped off the end of my middle finger left hand.

All by the age of 30.

Worst was breaking both front teeth. Painful and unnatractive.

Shot at?

Live fire exercise in the army many many years ago and an tool turned whilst firing (on firing range) and continued to fire with his austyer at the three of us to his left.

10-15 rounds later another private was shot in the leg (graze), I was directly behind him and was missed. The sgt jumped on the guy shooting.

He was herded off home and removed from the army post haste...

lost my left index finger when I was 3 bij a sandwits machien ( so it was pullt of not cot) it was only hanging an a smal part of flesh.
and i em missing a litle bit of meat on my richt indexfinger from geting stok in between a dour.

lost my left index finger when I was 3 bij a sandwits machien ( so it was pullt of not cot) it was only hanging an a smal part of flesh. and i em missing a litle bit of meat on my richt indexfinger from geting stok in between a dour.

Uhhhh...what?


Anyway...
Couple years ago, I was at archery practice (no I'm not a Ranger, don't ask me what my animal companion is), and I was firing at a bulls-eye target. I ran out of arrows so I went to the target to pull them out. I pulled them out from top to bottom, and since I'm pretty tall, I had to crouch to get the bottom ones, leaving plenty of room on the upper parts of the target. Now here's where it gets funny. Some idiot thinks it would be hilarious to "almost hit me" by shooting at the target while I was crouched. As if on cue, I was getting back up. Arrow goes through the upper-right part of my torso, barely missing my lung and pinning me to the target. The Paramedics had to get the Fire Department to come and use their pliers to cut the arrow so the medics could put me on the stretcher. It Hurt like Hell.

The A$$clown who fired the arrow got charged for assault with a weapon and on top of that had to pay my medical fees.

Oh crud! quieteus86 sorry about that, I didn't read your sig until after I posted that.

Terribly sorry buddy

no prob geting more and more uste to the comants on my spelling how older I get

Fell from a structure two and a half meters high onto concrete, on my head, with the age of six.
Blacked out. No problem when I woke up. when I woke up. woke up.

Kidding on that last part, but it did happen.

Probably my worst wound is in my coccix, or rather is going to be. Gonads might know what I'm talking about, it's fairly common to have a cistus there.
The first time, I had anaesthetics. It didn't hurt that much.
The second time I almost fainted when I left the table as I could feel something messing there for about a minute or so.

A friend of mine had the same problem, only his burst, so they didn't have time to give him the needle, they just cut it open and started pressing so the pus could come out. When they were done (two doctors on each side) he had tore the mattress with teeth and nail.

Hmmm. Well, the worst is my gammy leg. The knee pops out at the slightest provocation. Which can look pretty odd when I wake up with my shin pointing at a right angle to my thigh in the wrong direction.

Another time I fell off my skateboard at about 40km per hour and took all the skin and a bit of meat off my hands and hip.

Oh, and I got beaten within an inch of my life once, that sucked. My entire head was black and blue and my skull was fractured.

I was electrocuted once by a hand mixer. The current went up my right arm, through my chest, and down my left into the stainless steel sink. I could feel my heart clenching in my chest, and figured I was dead. Then I broke the circuit by falling backwards (I had a death grip on the mixer and metal bowl and couldn't let go) and seemed to be fine.

Scared the hell out of me, though.

Waaagh_Gonads wrote:Worst was breaking both front teeth. Painful and unnatractive.

Yes. Been there. The following root canal to "kill" the leftover and now exposed nerves was an experience I'd rather not repeat.

Wow, you guys are almost all more battered than I am. I just went through a period of extreme clumsiness in my early adolescence, when I went to the emergency room once a year:
5th grade: bike accident, 8 stitches to knee (only interesting because it was not a cut- the skin actually popped open due to impact)
6th grade: gym class, broken foot
7th grade: scooter accident, 6 stitches to head (there's a 1/2 hour of my life there in which I'm told I was conscious and talking, but I have zero recall of it)
8th grade: karate accident, re-fractured the same foot from 2 years previously

I have been shot at, but I was in the middle of Ohio, not a war zone, and nobody got hit.

I once had a Hangnail......does that count?

Couple years ago, I was driving on a local expressway that was under construction. They had stripped the surface off the shoulder of the road, and, as I found out, also a couple of feet into the left-most lane.

My wheel hits the lip where the stripped shoulder meets the road surface and starts to pull my car to the right - into a semi that's next to us. I respond by trying to avoid the truck, but end up hitting the concrete barrier at about 70MPH. Car flips (well, barrel-rolls) three times before stopping.



My wife survives with nothing more than a bruise where her seatbelt restrained her. I, on the other hand, get a lovely head-wound, and my left arm is ripped open at the elbow, with the bones sticking out. Even worse, however, was when the doctor in the ER had to scrub some of the road-rash out of my elbow without giving me any painkillers...

Lacerated left thumb and bisected radial nerve at the first joint. This leaves me with a diminished sense of touch in the thumb, and bugger-all pain response in the ball of my thumb as well.

Not that much of a biggie. Except I'm left handed, and I used to play guitar. Can't even pluck a string with that thumb anymore.

Doesn't effect my painting, modelling or writing though.

Only other major injury was falling 6m and landing badly, blowing out my knee (Army manoeuvres). Took out cruciate ligaments and required a reconstruction. I still limp when it's cold. Didn't get a medical discharge, just a sideways shove into supply corps to finish my term. Learned how to hustle goods with the best of them, and set me up for my civvy job.

I fell down a the stairs and crushed 2 of my lumbar vertebrae that one hurt allot and still does half the time I can't get out of my chair got two gigantic scars from surgery.
almost cut the top of my thumb off with a utility knife.
i have a 6 inch scar on my felt arm from......... actually I don't remember what it's from
I have a 2 inch circular scar on my right arm where i got really really bad frost bite from an upside down can of anti fungal spray
almost put my eye out when some high tensile fencing I was tightening snapped and hit me in the face. good thing I was wearing glasses, it did cut my face up pretty good

You guys are more hardcore(?) than me. I've only got a scar on my right index finger where my own Katana cut me to the bone after sliding out of its sheath(what I get for practicing with my actual blade) and a scar on my left arm where a high school friend stabbed and shattered a plastic spork rather vigorously(?!).

Platuan4th wrote:You guys are more hardcore(?) than me. I've only got a scar on my right index finger where my own Katana cut me to the bone after sliding out of its sheath(what I get for practicing with my actual blade) and a scar on my left arm where a high school friend stabbed and shattered a plastic spork rather vigorously(?!).

Yeah seriously! Sporks are dangerous.
When i was still living in the States youd see a ton of people undererstimating those things. And I am not kidding.

I really cant keep up with most of these wounds, all i got is falling a meter or two off of a monkey bar thing hittin the last metal bar.... with my forehead. Nutin a couple of stitches couldnt fix.

Nofasse 'Eadhunta wrote:

Anyway...
Couple years ago, I was at archery practice (no I'm not a Ranger, don't ask me what my animal companion is), and I was firing at a bulls-eye target. I ran out of arrows so I went to the target to pull them out. I pulled them out from top to bottom, and since I'm pretty tall, I had to crouch to get the bottom ones, leaving plenty of room on the upper parts of the target. Now here's where it gets funny. Some idiot thinks it would be hilarious to "almost hit me" by shooting at the target while I was crouched. As if on cue, I was getting back up. Arrow goes through the upper-right part of my torso, barely missing my lung and pinning me to the target. The Paramedics had to get the Fire Department to come and use their pliers to cut the arrow so the medics could put me on the stretcher. It Hurt like Hell.

The A$$clown who fired the arrow got charged for assault with a weapon and on top of that had to pay my medical fees.

That sounds horrific-- the arrow actually went all the way through your chest and out the other side? How long did it take to recover from that?

See, I have the luck of the Irish. Bad stuff happens to me, but it turns out ok.

A friend threw a 5 foot long swamp reed spear at me, hitting me in my chin. Result: neat scar.

I get cancer when I was in 7th grade. Result: I don't loose all my hair, it all proceeds well, and I have only one bad scare with infection (pneumonia, 72 hours in the ICU). As of now it's all cleared, and all good.

My high school wrestling coach is taking us to a meet, and has a seizure behind the wheel. We go off road and down a hill... at 5 miles an hour because he was making a turn. We stop in a tennis court. No harm, no foul, just some very suprised tennis players.

I was hit by a car as a pedestrian. At 5 mph. Result: One sprained ankle, skinned knee, and a light concussion. Best part: my HR department head was a witness, so no awkward phone call.

So, yeah.

I play cricket in South Africa on a part-time basis (although living in the UK right now)- A few years ago I stood on a cricket ball during a warmup session and broke my ankle in two places, that was quite painful. I've suffered concussion twice, a broken finger and also managed to injure THREE team-mates in one match.........despite all that i'm really not that bad at the game lol

My uncle suffered a gunshot wound to the bum several years ago in Kenya when he was shot by Poachers. He couldn't sit down properly for some time lol

Sian xx

Of all the wounds I can think of I have had three. And two where nothing more than a scrapped knee. I just seem to not get hurt.

But when I was about five I got ran over.

It was early in the morning, and my Mom have just stepped out the door to go to work. I remember then that I had forgot to give her a hug, and tell her I loved her before she had left. So I ran out the front door to try, and catch her before she left. Well I ran behind her car just in time to get backed into. I rolled under the car, and spun under it all the way to the street my dad stopped her. I had no skin left on my back, but thats it. All in all wasn't a bad wound. Still a good story

manowar2 wrote:Of all the wounds I can think of I have had three. And two where nothing more than a scrapped knee. I just seem to not get hurt.

But when I was about five I got ran over.

It was early in the morning, and my Mom have just stepped out the door to go to work. I remember then that I had forgot to give her a hug, and tell her I loved her before she had left. So I ran out the front door to try, and catch her before she left. Well I ran behind her car just in time to get backed into. I rolled under the car, and spun under it all the way to the street my dad stopped her. I had no skin left on my back, but thats it. All in all wasn't a bad wound. Still a good story

Well, at least she can no longer pull the "I had 30 hours of labor" thing on you anymore.

My best is being on a bike with a friend when the car in front of us misses his turn and backs up into us. My helmet busts open hitting the ground and the bike behinds us runs over my head.

35 stitches, some of them in my leaking ear. But I didn't cry!

Yes. Been there. The following root canal to "kill" the leftover and now exposed nerves was an experience I'd rather not repeat.

I'd be bawling at that though, some of the most painful things I've felt was in a dentist's chair. And I've never even had major work done. The idea of a root canal makes gives me the heeby-jeebies.