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Valkyrie wrote:I once tripped over and bit through my tongue. Had to get it stiched back on.

oww. That musta hurt something aweful

Fell off a building scaffold at a friend's house when I was a kid (climbing is fun )... broke an arm and had a bad concussion - luckily, I was wearing my bycicle helmet or maybe I wouldn't be here to write about it now...

University... 2006. Passed out at about midday on a very hot summer day whilst extrememly hungover and dehydrated. I'd just gotten out of bed and staggered to the chippie down the road for some greasy sustenance, when things started getting bright and I felt a bit ill.

I sat down outside and waited for my food, and foolishly decided to walk the two blocks home with them. This was in a regional city suburb so not real busy... I was stepping over a semi-circular 1-foot wide concrete drain on the roadside when I lost consciousness. I fell directly forward, my body height plus about a foot and a half.

The impact of my face on one of the upper edges of the drain immediately brought me round, and as I gazed about, completely stunned, a bus full of horrified onlookers drove past, pointing at me.

At this point the only thing I wanted to do was the get home and go to bed - I was quite delirious. My girlfriend happened to be outside our house waiting for that very bus, but fortunately saw me go down and was already on her way. I apparently passed out again... then there was an ambulance...

I ended up grazing 50% of my face, only seriously cutting my upper lip just below my nose (six stitches) and just above my chin (four stitches). The usual swollen lips, the cartilage in my upper nose has shifted slightly (which is testament to how close I was to completely writing myself off), and somehow I did not lose or damage any teeth whatsoever.

I looked like a zombie, which is part of the reason why despite the doctor's advice I did indeed play at a death metal gig I was booked for the following evening. Wore a bandana over my face up until the last song. It was extremely well received.

Arctik_Firangi wrote:*words*

I looked like a zombie, which is part of the reason why despite the doctor's advice I did indeed play at a death metal gig I was booked for the following evening. Wore a bandana over my face up until the last song. It was extremely well received.

That sounds grand! I'd love to see the looks of the audience.

I once deliberatly jumped on a banana peel because I didn't believe that you could slip on them...

Turns out you can, I slipped hard on my butt and ended up staring up at the ceiling of a carpark. It was all good until I rolled over and pushed myself up, smacking my head on the exhaust pipe of a car on the way...

Winter 2k4. I had a serious flu/fever and had lost several kg from sweating, vomiting and being unable to eat or drink anything other than ribena (go figure). Anyway, after someone noticed that I was looking a little better, they advised me to take a long hot bath to help sweat it out. So I'm soaking in the tub for a good half hour, then stand up and get out.

BIG MISTAKE.

The temperature outside the bath was REALLY low, due to the concrete floor and lack of air conditioning where I lived then.

So, fever + stood up too fast + hot<cold meant that I hadn't even made it to the towel rack by the time I passed out. On the way down I hit my head on an ancient porcelain sink (let me tell you, they're fething built to last) and then again on the concrete floor. Cut a gash in my forehead the size of my thumb. You could see the skull quite clearly apparently.

So anyway, there I am, on a wet concrete floor. Hitting my head actually woke me up and concussed me at the same time. So as my vision's reeling I notice black swirls, which I slowly realise are my blood flowing into the puddles. When someone came in to see what the hell that noise (me falling) had been, they found a very naked and very bright red Kthulhut, sprawled on the floor in a massive pool of blood and covered top to bottom in the stuff.

Took the doctor quite a while to put my forehead back together. At one point when more local was administered, it shot out of the hole in my head and across the room. Felt kinda like pissing out of your head, which was quite surreal, let me tell you. (especially with a severe concussion)


Good times.

Damn, that made me shiver...

Eh, I was so concussed that it was only traumatic to everyone else involved.

Burned my hand in a french fryer a long time ago. Took forever to heal.

Linked wrote:

Arctik_Firangi wrote:*words*

I looked like a zombie, which is part of the reason why despite the doctor's advice I did indeed play at a death metal gig I was booked for the following evening. Wore a bandana over my face up until the last song. It was extremely well received.

That sounds grand! I'd love to see the looks of the audience.

The song was called 'Ivory Face of Fright'...

When I was 14 got hit by a bicycle while walking to school. Cracked my head on the concrete and had a concussion the size of an egg for about 3 weeks. Completely screwed my sense of balance and couldn't walk properly for about 3 months.

Karon wrote:When I was five I was running around my house, chasing my brother, and I hit the left side of my head, right above my eye, on the corner of this wooden counter.

What is it with young children and sharp wooden objects. I hit my head on a wooden chair leg when I was in 2nd grade, it fractured the skull above my right eye and of course left a nice little gash there. I don't remember much except cracking elementary school jokes to the docs patching me up and getting a star wars figurine afterwards. I got the death star engineer, still have it. Not to mention I told them I didn't want stitches because of a Rugrats show I had seen, blubbering all about nothing.


My brother's worst injury is funny though. He was climbing up a swing set chain and slid down, resulting in the s hook at the bottom entering his testicular sack. Funny thing is, S hooks are dull on top, so it must've hurt like a mother going in.