Worst Injury Thread

Before we had a fence around the backyard, one of my little dogs got out and I had to chase her around the house so she wouldn't run away. On the second time around the house I kicked a brick barefoot while I was running and had to hop really fast on one leg to catch her. I was hopping, then I jumped and landed on her and then brought her inside. After I got inside I laid on the floor and started spinning in circles. I had never really broken any bones before. I still can't bend my left big toe. :lol:

And speaking of seeing funny things, me and my friend Chris were leaving our Tech school to head back to our home school and on the way to the buses, this mentally challenged girl was running full speed to get on them. She tripped and landed face first in the grass and like a reflex, Chris let out the loudest laugh. The mentally challenged girl was getting up, looked up at him with her thick as hell glasses and said "It's not funny, it really hurt!!" Chris said he was sorry, but he couldn't stop laughing. It was like we had witnessed a Special Olympics event gone wrong.
 
once i fell off a skateboard going downhill, and my pants and shorts fell off so my friend saw my bottom :erk:

also :lol: @ erik's sig
 
First time I ramped with rollerblades I went from a quarterpipe to a low pyramid and flew 2 meters in the air approx and landed on my tailbone.

I also broke my leg, and my ankle, along with the ankle break it got twisted to the left Charlie Chaplin style. Hooray for 7 steel screws in ankle :(
 
It goes something like this...see, I was born blind. I had trouble making friends early on because everyone would make fun of me and my blindness, even though I could do nothing about it. They would even stick glasses on my face as if it would allow me to see, and then they would laugh. I began seeing doctors trying to grasp to something to give me hope that I may one day be a normal person: that I one day see the world. Then in 5th grade, I finally met someone who didn't make fun of my blindness. He said he'd had someone in his family who was blind as well, so he could understand. He was a great guy too, except for this unusual smell. For several years, he was my only friend. We did everything together, nearly inseparable. Then one day one of my doctors called me telling me of this very new and untested experimental procedure that could possibly allow me to see, and I of course immediately jumped at the chance. After all, what could I possibly lose, my sight? No, I'm already fucking blind. A couple months later following various procedural preparations and paperwork, I was finally ready to receive this innovative surgery. 17 hours later, my eyes begin to open, and I'm actually able to tell that they're open because I can see! I can see various colors and the blurred outlines of the shapes of things. Hours pass and as I stare around my vision slowly becomes clearer and clearer. I call my friend to tell him to come and visit me at the hospital, that the operation was a success! There are so many new things that we can do now that I can actually see. So another hour passes, and I see this grotesque, vile creature step through the doorway of the recovery ward. I see him walking, a complete stranger, and as he comes next to my bed, I wonder why he is standing over me, this complete stranger. Then this smell passes through my nostrils - a familiar smell. But how could this smell be emanating from this animated pile of feces? Then my axons begin firing, the neural impulses triggering reactions in my cerebellum, and then I realize who it is; this is my best friend, my only friend, the person who's always been there for me for so many years. My friend was a my pals! I couldn't believe it, I just stared at his wretched flesh for a solid minute. I couldn't even move or open my mouth. Then I turned to the bedpost, and, illuminated by the desk lamp as if a gift from God himself is a scalpal. I lunge for the utensil and promptly gouge my eyes out. Never again did I want to see what I saw.
 
was drunk as fuck in downtown Charleston. To the left was a nicely lit parking lot with 3 steps down. to the right there was a wall and it was pitch black. Being drunk I figured, "hey, its only 3ft high" so I got on the wall and jumped. nope, it was something like 12 ft, not 3. I totally fucked my heal. Bone spurs or something, it was really bad. Took a good month and a half to heal. and sometimes the pain still comes back. It happened 3 years ago.

Tore the shit out of my ankle while on a break away during hockey. hurt like shit! missed the shot too
 
Necuratul said:
It goes something like this...see, I was born blind. I had trouble making friends early on because everyone would make fun of me and my blindness, even though I could do nothing about it. They would even stick glasses on my face as if it would allow me to see, and then they would laugh. I began seeing doctors trying to grasp to something to give me hope that I may one day be a normal person: that I one day see the world. Then in 5th grade, I finally met someone who didn't make fun of my blindness. He said he'd had someone in his family who was blind as well, so he could understand. He was a great guy too, except for this unusual smell. For several years, he was my only friend. We did everything together, nearly inseparable. Then one day one of my doctors called me telling me of this very new and untested experimental procedure that could possibly allow me to see, and I of course immediately jumped at the chance. After all, what could I possibly lose, my sight? No, I'm already fucking blind. A couple months later following various procedural preparations and paperwork, I was finally ready to receive this innovative surgery. 17 hours later, my eyes begin to open, and I'm actually able to tell that they're open because I can see! I can see various colors and the blurred outlines of the shapes of things. Hours pass and as I stare around my vision slowly becomes clearer and clearer. I call my friend to tell him to come and visit me at the hospital, that the operation was a success! There are so many new things that we can do now that I can actually see. So another hour passes, and I see this grotesque, vile creature step through the doorway of the recovery ward. I see him walking, a complete stranger, and as he comes next to my bed, I wonder why he is standing over me, this complete stranger. Then this smell passes through my nostrils - a familiar smell. But how could this smell be emanating from this animated pile of feces? Then my axons begin firing, the neural impulses triggering reactions in my cerebellum, and then I realize who it is; this is my best friend, my only friend, the person who's always been there for me for so many years. My friend was a my pals! I couldn't believe it, I just stared at his wretched flesh for a solid minute. I couldn't even move or open my mouth. Then I turned to the bedpost, and, illuminated by the desk lamp as if a gift from God himself is a scalpal. I lunge for the utensil and promptly gouge my eyes out. Never again did I want to see what I saw.


Holy hell, what an enjoyable read. You should write children's books. :kickass:
 
Guthrum said:
And speaking of seeing funny things, me and my friend Chris were leaving our Tech school to head back to our home school and on the way to the buses, this mentally challenged girl was running full speed to get on them. She tripped and landed face first in the glass and like a reflex, Chris let out the loudest laugh.
I would consider something seriously wrong with the person who wouldn't laugh at this. But to clarify, she landed face first into the GLASS or in the GRASS? I'm confused. Still ridiculously funny either way.
 
dorian gray said:
I would consider something seriously wrong with the person who wouldn't laugh at this. But to clarify, she landed face first into the GLASS or in the GRASS? I'm confused. Still ridiculously funny either way.

Didn't notice that. I meant grass. :lol: