Your Personal Injury Stories

[DacaZ]

Sadly, I only have two, and neither are really all that horrific.

Firstly, I got hit by a Lincoln Continental back in '94. It only bounced me off the hood a few feet. I had to go to the hospital, but I was released rather quickly with just a large inflammation on the back of my head that later seeped and oozed for a while.

Secondly, I sliced my hand open while polishing a sword a little while back. It only required a few stitches, but the flap of skin pulled back at the time and I swear I could see the tendons in my hand. I still have a pretty cool scar on my left hand from that little fiasco.


Step up to the plate and horrify us with your repulsive disfigurements and horrific accidents.

[Hero]

The only one I have I don't remember well. I was three, and fell off a slide trying to climb back down the steps, missed, and hit two or three of em on the way down. All I remember was being in the backseat of my parents' car and hearing something about blood being everywhere. Now I have a permanent, but slight, dent on my forehead.

Um, and that's it.

[Despair]

Well, I had a tons of accidents over the years of my life, from simple broken bones(arms and legs), to being burned by hot water, to breaking my lips open and getting stitches and other fun happenings.

Speaking os accidents, I just got a cut on my right Point finger, so I can barely type with the frikin badage on it

[Lordmrw]

Oh boy, do I have a list of these. The most amazing part of it all is that I have never broken any bones.

My first injury happened when I was 6. You could say I should have known better, but I was 6. Anyway, 2 houses over from mine, the neighbors had a doberman in the yard chained. Being lonely at the time, I went to play with the dog. The bastard went to bite me and I tried to run, but he jumped up and bit my ear. I ran home crying and my mom was about to hit me when I told her what happened but then she saw my ear. I needed eight stitches so it wouldn't hang down.

My next one happened in 3rd grade. It was a day off from school, so I went to visit my older brothers. When I was leaving to go to the store, I put my hands behind me to jump down the stairs, but unfortunately got caught in the door as it closed. Instead of calmly calling for someone to open it, I panicked and tried to yank it out. Big mistake. The pulling made it worse, and when they opened the door, it looked like the top half of my pinky was going to come off. Worse, no one had a car or phone, so we had to take the 30 minute walk to the hospital with my finger bleeding all over the place. One of the most painful surgeries I ever had, as they had to remove my fingernail and then put the stitches in my finger.

Next one happened one year later. There was a lot where a new house was being built. Junk was piled high in it, and so meand a friend of mine went to play their. The yard behind it had a dog there, but we ignored it. The owner didn't see it that way and started throwing rocks at us. We almost got away but one of them caught me in the forehead. It was bleeding like hell, and by the time I got home, my entire t-shirt was red. More stitches ensued, but first the doctor had to stick a needle right in the gash in my head. He got mad when I kept squeezing my stomach so as not to scream, because I was making more blood come out.

Next one for now. This one traumatized me for life so that I can't play baseball. Around 4th grade, myself and a friend were playing baseball with this older kid. He would hit the ball and we would try to catch it. He hit, but it came too fast for me to put my glove up. It hit me right in the lip and I think I blacked out for a second, because a minute later I open my eyes to see them dragging me home. Luckily, no stitches this time.

I've got more, I just want to see someone else's.

[MVS]

can you throw some seperations in there, mrw, old people like me can't read when it's all close like that.

[Klonoa]

When I was little, I pulled a Dennis the Menace stunt and slid down the railing on my home staircase.

I fell and broke my wrist.

[Lordmrw]

In second grade, we were playing line soccer indoors since it was raining. In LS, there are ten people to opposite walls and each has a number. When you're number is called you and your opposite try to score a goal on the opposing wall. My number is called, we run out to kick the ball, and what do you know, we run into each other. Half of one of my two front teeth is knocked in half, and his head is bleeding like hell. I still have a damn chipped tooth to this day. BONUS: It was my next door neighbor that I ran into.

About a week and a half after my fat lip healed, I was running outside when I slipped on a plastic vodka bottle or something and hit the ground face first. Guess what? I had a fat lip again.

Probably my most serious injury: Around 4th grade, me and the neighborhood kids would catch rides on the back of the UPS truck or whatever was big enough to hold us. Normally we did this in the winter so that if we fell, the snow would break our fall. Except this was the fall. We get on the back like usual, and halfway down the street everyone else jumps off but me. I stay until he reaches the corner and then jump off. Or at least I think I did, because I was knocked unconcious. The only things I remember are people standing over me wondering if I was dead, and a doctor asking me to move onto another bed or something. I wake up two days later, and my mom has obviously been waiting to chew my ass out. Unforgettable.

When I was about six, the mattress I slept on was worn out, and the springs underneath were poking out. One morning as I'm getting up, my knee slides on one of the pieces of metal sticking out, and I can see clearly down to what almost liked like bone. Since my father was still around, and he was a cheap ass, I never went to the hospital for it, resulting in it healing over VERY funnily.When most people see it, I get the requisite "What the fuck is that"

Not too long after I had the stitches removed from my ear, for what ever reason, I was running around outside with no shoes on. My ball rolls into the street and I go after it. I step onto a broken glass bottle and leave a large scythe-like mark on the bottom of my foot. I got 3 stitches inside and 8 on the outside to close it.

Needless to say, I think my mom must have really hated me for being so accident prone.

[amerlop]

I broke a bone in my knee and damged some ligaments when I was playing basketball. I had two surgeries and pins inserted.

...and I can still hear it crunching when I go up stairs even though its over 3 years later

[DacaZ]

Jesus, Matt... you show up in a thread like this and we don't even get one damn soccer injury story?

[TNLthugg]

You people should go on kazza and download some injury clips there's some pretty amazing ones.