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Worst Injury Thread

#41
First big one:

4th grade. Playing soccer. I was attempting a penalty kick. It had rained recently, and the ground was wet. As I kicked the ball my left foot went out from under me, and I fell backwards. Instinctively, I put my arm out to catch myself. WHAM *CRACK*, there goes my right wrist. Severe compression fracture of the radius, plus three hairline cracks to the ulna. I didn't need any hardware, but I did have to have my arm stretched back to the right length (I lost about 3 inches.)

The major, gigantic, oh-my-god-how-did-I-live-through-this-one accident:

6th grade. I'm over at my grandparents house. They have a very nice cherry tree in the side yard that I used to climb all over. Well, I'm not up too far, maybe 12-15 feet, reaching out to grab another branch, when the limb that I am standing on breaks. Because I was reaching out, I managed to land flat on my face. Now, the ground there is pretty soft, so my head really didn't hurt that bad. I guess I may have broken my nose slightly, but the pain in my face went away after an hour or so. However, the pain in my gut did not. Three days later, my gut STILL hurts, and it's starting to hurt worse. And then, to my horror, I start ****ing blood. Both red and black. I, of course, go into panic mode, and get my mom to take me to the hospital.

It's a good thing I did.

I had a 4 inch long tear in my large intestine right where it begins it's turn towards your nether regions.

I had managed to land straight on one of the roots of the tree. It broke two ribs, and lacerated the intestine. Because I didn't go to the hospital for a few days, it had become infected, and I had peritinitis. (I think that's how you spell it) Which basically means I had fecal matter in my abdominal cavity.

I spent a week and a half in the hospital, plus another 2 weeks confined to a wheel chair while my stomache muscles healed.

It was NOT pleasant.

Rock on
Eric
 
#42
Here's one that happened to my dad this summer:

He was going to put the boat trailer(with boat) onto the back of his truck, there's that wheel that holds it up you know, so he doesn't lock the wheel all the way, and BAM, down comes the part that goes onto the tongue, right onto his foot. It breaks his shoe, and the only reason he still had his second toe was because of the skin. He spent 6 weeks in a special shoe, and on Vicodin.
 
#43
When I was about 12 I was riding my bike down long, windy, really fast road..I had some girl I had a crush on's roller skates slung over the handle bars, they had the laces tied together.. when I hit 90mph, yea about 90, the skates got caught in my front tire. When I woke up I booted all over the skates, didn't get any action because of it, and was picking rocks out of my hands and elbows the rest of the summer....I think I found a piece yesterday!!
 
#44
4 or 5 months ago I was riding to school in my friends recently acquired Ford Mustang GT 5.0 HO and we were rising over this hill, he hit the gas too fast, and we started fishtailing the worst I've almost ever seen anyone fishtail, ran of the road, hit a tree, and spun 360 degrees and landed 7 feet away in a ditch. The driver had a snapped in half collar bone, broken, dislocated, AND chipped thumb, and small cuts that needed stitches and a broken toe. his brother, the passenger, had huge gashes on his legs that needed lots of stitches. I had a 3 inch laceration on my head requiring 10 staples, and jammed hips and bruised hip muscles. I think I wouldve had a broken wrist, but i think my Fossil watch saved me, because we found it at the crash scene snapped, bent, and broken, I dont know though. That was a long day.
 
#45
My other serious injury was also mountain bike related. I was 13 and had only been riding my new bike for about a week. It was the first bike I had that had multiple gears, and I was trying to shift onto the largest chainring but nothing was happening. I remember looking down at my front derailleur and when I looked up, the trail had turned and I was about 3 inches from a tree. My left pedal nailed the trunk and I went head first over the bars. I landed on a rock pile and broke my radius and ulna. It was a "buckle fracture" that compressed both bones into powder. It hurt, but I walked about 4 miles home. The biggest bummer was that it was the first day of summer vacation.......
 
#46
When I was 22 I had a motorcycle accident. Some guy in a car pulled out in front of me from a side street with no lights on, and I got pushed through a steel and glass bus shelter at 50 miles an hour. I lost half my thigh muscle, fractured my hand, dislocated my shoulder and sustained whiplash to my neck. My black crash helmet was shaved white on the concrete post and there was a deep groove in said post for years until they pulled it down. Took me a couple of months to walk again, and then when I did my knee would give way because the muscle wasn't attached to my knee properly. As soon as I started going to the gym and lifting weights the problem resolved and I don't have any problems at all now, unless it's going to rain and then my knee mysteriously seems to know, and aches constantly. :hmm: Damn drunk driver drove off and left me in the road for dead....bastard. :scowl:

Still can't keep away from those darned motorcycles! :D

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#48
While I don't have any stories like some of those I've seen here, I have had my share of concussions and injuries from falling 10+ feet in the air while pole vaulting. I was stupid enough to hold onto the pole when I didn't have enough momentum one time, and went straight back and hit my head on the track, mild concussion.

Just the other day, I was a moron and broke my tooth while getting the poles out of the shed. One of the plugs was stuck on the back of the rack, I pulled hard, it came loose and the end of the pole went straight into my teeth. Ow.
 
#49
When my dad was a vice principal, a student in the wood shop was drilling plugs using a drill press. He wasn't paying attention and the bit drilled into his index finger. Instinctively he pulled away but the bit was still in there. He lifted the drill bit and took his finger out. Needed some stitches. What he really needed was to learn his lesson because he did it again the next year.
And another kid cut his index finger and thumb off using a table saw. The blade went between his index and middle finger and cut to the spot between your wrist and thumb. He said "Damn, that's my trigger finger." and I think he passed out.
 
#50
MJ5150 said:
While playing basketball in high school, I lunged for a loose ball on the baseline. My lower leg stopped moving when I put my foot down, but my kneecap kept going. I ripped every ligament in my knee, tore a bunch of cartilage, and the tendon holding the kneecap in place snapped, and my kneecap disappeared up under my thigh muscle. I tried to walk it off, but I couldn't.

-Mike
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something similar but not really. i was going to catch a ball and i leaped to get it but when i jumped i had my right knee going forwards and it ran into a brick wall. it was really painful i landed on my feet but had no strength so i slowly fell into the floor. i wanted to stand up and see if i could walk it off but i was in a lot of pain. the area where my kneecap would normally be felt really soggy when i touched it with my hand. my knee stayed straight and i tried to lift it but I couldn't move it at all. I was so scared at that point. i went to the hospital they told me i broke a bone in my knee and that my tendon snapped and that was the reason why i couldn't move my leg. i ended up having surgery on my knee and they placed 3 nails inside. really sucked because i like being very active by playing sports but i was in a cast and crutches for 4 months. those seemed to be the longest 4 months of my life ever and some of the worst pain i experienced was the pain after the surgery. i would be taking a lot of pills just to keep the pain away. that really sucked, that was 3 years ago in 2002 and i had recently turned 15 two months earlier. It took a long time to recover also, i couldn't play sports because my leg was really weak after it being 4 months in a cast. Now 2 1/2 years later my knee is barely starting to feel like it did before it broke but its true what they say, once u break a bone its never the same like it was before. but i have regained strength but when i look at both of my legs my right legs still looks a tiny bit smaller than my left.
 
#51
Prepare to be amazed and disturbed. I have a long and colorful trauma history. Unfortunately, most of the colors are red.

At eight I was run over by a tractor. The bad news is that the enormous back tire rolled right across my torso. The good news is that I had fallen on soft, newly plowed ground, so I was smushed into the dirt in stead of being crushed to death. Tha really good news is that the disks were raised behind the tractor while he was turning around or I would have been sandwich meat.

At nine I blew up my leg with my grandparents chicken water bottle. It was a large glass bottle with a peck-pan on the bottom so the chickens could drink from it. There was a fitting on top with a valve, so that you could fill it up with a hose. I discovered that if I covered the valve while filling the bottle, then uncovered it quickly, it would squirt up in the air. I would do this every time we visited my grandparents until the bottle was full. One day I got a rude surprise. The bottle was glass, and had been in the sunlight all day, in Texas, in August. The hose drew off of a deep water well and had been coiled under the edge of the house. Cold water + hot glass + pressure = BOOM! The cut on my right thigh required 140 stitches. It was deep and about nine inches long. The next-farm neighbor was a large animal veterinarian. He sewed me up, but without any anesthetic.

At ten I was run over by a wrecker while riding my bike to school. It resulted in several facial fractures and scars, and the loss or damage of five teeth, plus a few darned impressive abrasions.

At eleven I was bit by a rabid dog and had to receive a twenty-one shot series.

At twelve a house fell on me. There was a neighborhood on my way to school that had been carved out of one farm. The guy who boght the lot with the old farmhouse on it didn't tear it down. He built a new house on the front of the lot and used the old one as his barn. He took all the walls out of the downstairs to have more room. He definitely wasn't an engineer. If he knocked out a walls and the roof started to sag he put in a pole to hold up the roof. The downstairs consisted of a big box with poles inside. The upstairs was mostly intact. We would play up stairs. My cousin ran into the central wall of the house upstairs and the whole house went "Vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv" AN adult in a structure so unsteady that a child strikning the wall makes it vibrate would scream as he dove out the window. We said 'Coooooooooool.' One morning on the way to school eight of us went in and were plying the run-into-the-wall game when the house fell over. Suddenly we were no longer on the second floor of a two story house next to the alley. We were in an unlevel one story house IN the alley. Everybody else ran off, but for some reason I couldn't run as fast as normal.And when I finally got to school they noticed I had a five inch long piece of wood sticking out of my back. Everyone else got grounded and badly spanked. I didn't. I went to the hospital with a screaming infection.

A few sports injuries, a few car wrecks, I fell out of a helicopter in the service and discovered humans can skip like rocks if they are going fast enough when they hit the water. I got encephalitis shortly before my discharge, was hospitalized for three and a half weeks and clearly remember the last three days. While in the hospital that time I wandered off from my floor and may have met the president. But since I was delirious and it was President Reagan, neither of us remember. What I do know is I was escorted back to my floor by two Secret Service officers and was teased about it for months.
 
#55
The worst I've had to deal with didn't actually involve me getting hurt. Which in itself is amazing.

When I was 16 I spent a summer working as a staffer at a Boy Scout Camp. (You can already tell this is going to be bad) The first week at camp was very good. The kids were well behaved, we (the staff) were all still energetic, and the weather was very nice. Second week, however, was a total loss. It began on Monday, the second day of camp. One of the staffers leading a bike ride fell off the trail coming back to the dining hall. He landed in front of me, and I know I heard his leg break. In point of fact it was all three of his right leg bones breaking. Femur, Tibia, Fibula, all were broken when he landed. So he left for home, and probably physical therapy. We got a card from him later that summer.

Tuesday one of the archery staffers fell on the range, and broke his arm. His doctor told him no, you can go back to the camp, so we lost him till the sixth and final week of camp. We also got a rather unpleasant phone call from one of the other camps. That call told us that a kid who had been attempting a mile swim in the lake had had a seizure. He drowned, even with the staffers trying their best to bring him back. Camp kinda sobered a little after that.

Wednesday, around 3 am, we get a call that a kid is hurt out at one of the campsites. He's very young, this is his first summer camp. He is trying to get a little ahead in his wood carving merit badge (a typical new-scout badge to get) Apparently he had been trying to carve a dragon onto a stick, and was gouging the wood, with the blade towards him. The kinfie slipped, and he sliced the inside of his left arm. The cut was about an inch deep, and ran from the outside of his wrist just below the palm almost all the way to his elbow. This, of course, woke up the entire camp staff. I held a towel on his arm trying to stop the bleeding as another staffer put on a tournaquet. The ambulace, which had to come 20 miles from McMinnville, was there in about 45 minutes. I'm still amazed that the kid didn't die from blood loss. It took us all of the next day to clean the blood out of the nurses cabin.

But it doesn't stop there.

During the free time Wednesday afternoon, one of the staffers decided that he was going to go down the zip line. What he, and the rest of the staff didn't know, was that a single strand of the cable had broken, and was sticking up ever so slightly. As he was descending the zip line, that strand caught the pulleys, and jerked him to a stop. This proceeded to wrench his back VERY badly, (I actually think his back may have dislocated) because he couldn't feel his legs. We found out later that he made a full recovery, but not for about 6 months.

Thursday, we lost a kid. He was a mentally challenged youth, and had been out hiking with his buddy. His buddy thought it would be funny to leave him at the water fall. The mentally challened boy then tried to make his way back to camp, but mistook a dry creek bed for a trail. It took us 2 days to find him, and we found him a mile outside of the camp boundaries, scared, hungry, sore, and very very tired.

Friday, in the middle of the search, one of the other staffers came down with food poisoning. He was laid up in bed for about 4 days.

Saturday, right before we found the kid, one of the SITs (staffer in training) came down with food poisoning as well, and ended up going home.

So, what it boiled down to was we ended up 3 staff and 1 SIT short, plus another staffer who was in no shape to help, plus a badly injured kid and a lost kid. It was NOT a good week. And I think that kinda ruined it for the staff for the rest of the summer. It wasn't nearly as fun after all that.

Rock on
Eric
 
#56
Chris J said:
When my dad was a vice principal, a student in the wood shop was drilling plugs using a drill press. He wasn't paying attention and the bit drilled into his index finger. Instinctively he pulled away but the bit was still in there. He lifted the drill bit and took his finger out. Needed some stitches. What he really needed was to learn his lesson because he did it again the next year.
And another kid cut his index finger and thumb off using a table saw. The blade went between his index and middle finger and cut to the spot between your wrist and thumb. He said "Damn, that's my trigger finger." and I think he passed out.
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I watched someone slash a finger and thumb off on a table saw when I was in high school. Pulled my board out of the plainer, looked to my left and there it was. I always did hate that table saw, but after I saw that, I stopped using it altogether. Didn't want to risk my bass playing...yeah...that was it.
 
#57
Chris J said:
When my dad was a vice principal, ....
...And another kid cut his index finger and thumb off using a table saw. The blade went between his index and middle finger and cut to the spot between your wrist and thumb. He said "Damn, that's my trigger finger." and I think he passed out.
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I watched someone slash a finger and thumb off on a table saw when I was in high school. Pulled my board out of the plainer, looked to my left and there it was. I always did hate that table saw, but after I saw that, I stopped using it altogether. Didn't want to risk my bass playing...yeah...that was it.
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#58
Holy cow, I thought I had a bad one, but now it doesnt seem so bad after reading some of the replies....

When I was 8 I fell off my bike and slammed my head (no helmet) onto the road. As if that wasnt bad enough, my bike flew up into the air and the bald handlebar scored a direct hit to the side of my head, resulting in a compound skull fracture. I had to have open brain surgery and 28 staples were used to patch up the cracks in my skull.

I still have a fairly large horseshoe shaped scar on the right side of my head, and it shows when I get a haircut.

EDIT: Babes love it :cool:
 
#59
Munjibunga said:
Motorcycle accident in 1969. T-boned the pickup truck of a drunken sailor who ran a stop sign at about 50 mph. Open fracture of right femur (my foot was lying next to my head), severed patellar tendon, excised right medial meniscus, internal injuries, abrasions, contusions and lacerations all over my body. I lost almost half my blood on the street. The fracture was reduced with an 18X40mm Schneider nail (I still have it, but not in my leg). I spent 5 months in Balboa Navy Hospital, plus another month when they removed the steel a year later.

I was 19 then. Something like that'd probably kill me now. LOL.
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You're lucky as **** that it did'nt kill you back then Munji.
 
#60
Eric Cameron said:
So, what it boiled down to was we ended up 3 staff and 1 SIT short, plus another staffer who was in no shape to help, plus a badly injured kid and a lost kid. It was NOT a good week. And I think that kinda ruined it for the staff for the rest of the summer. It wasn't nearly as fun after all that.

Rock on
Eric
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There's a movie in there somewhere.
 

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