not really injury, but when I was younger I had the tenancy to get physically stuck in random places. I got my finger stuck in the tape deck of my sisters car when I was in 8th grade and then in high school my belly button ring got caught on carpet and it took a solid hour to be cut free.
A month or so before my wedding I got in an accident going tubing being pulled from a friend's boat- my tube flipped me forward and I hit the tow rope with my leg as I fell into the water! I ended up with a giant bruise that covered my entire left thigh and also had a rope burn/cut that went up my leg and almost to my crotch. Thankfully I healed enough that I was able to walk fine and dance it up at my wedding. I still have a lump on my leg from where I had the hematoma/tissue damage there and it has been 5 years so I am really self conscious when I wear a bathing suit or wear shorts. Lets just say I have never gone tubing since then!
While in college there was one house that always had parties, and since it was down the block from campus we would walk home. On two separate nights, probably 1-2 weeks apart, I walked into the same stop sign outside of the house.
A couple years ago I gave myself a black eye. I went to open the front door too fast and didn't realize my foot was blocking part of it. The door came back and got my eye and cheek pretty good. It hurt like hell but was funny.
What wasn't funny was all the concerned co-workers asking indirectly if my boyfriend (now husband) was abusive. I just wanted to laugh and say "I can't even get him to smack my butt in bed, he would never do that." But that also wasn't work place appropriate. 🤷♀️ So I just got to be uncomfortable at work for about a week.
When I was 9ish I was sled riding and hit my front teeth on the kid's head that was sitting in front of me on the sled. I ended up having to get a root canal and now I have a fake front tooth. The amount of dreams I have about this damn tooth are countless. Especially with this pregnancy! I keep telling my husband I want all new teeth to match the fake one perfectly now, as a "push present". He is not having it haha
When I was about 3 years old I went into the bathroom after my dad had used the tub. I wanted to get my bucket that was in there. My dad said "be careful, the floor is really slippy" and I went, "No worries dad, I'm fine". To prove how under control I had it, I did a spin. I slipped and hit my chin, splitting it open on the cast iron tub. There was blood everywhere. I had to get three stitches and I still have a scar.
Also a story of getting stuck vs injured. I’m horribly claustrophobic so this was traumatic. On our way to a swim meet my friend and I put the seatbelts behind our backs. My moms van had captains chairs and I decided to put my seatbelt around the headrest and back of my seat instead of just behind my body. The seatbelt locked up and would not come unlatched. I started to hyperventilate and the only place around to stop was a random fruit stand in BFE. Three old men had to climb in the van and CUT the seatbelt. I was so relieved to be free that it didn’t matter I got grounded for two weeks after.
in college i was on an away beach weekend... got drunk and stubbed my toe... minimal damage or so i thought. wound up cracking the nail in half and having to get my toe nail removed. i'm still horrified by the dr going "don't worry, toes just bleed a lot, this is totally normal!"
When I was a freshman in high school I decided to attend a new college prep school that I was not zoned for so I had to go to my friend's house after school to wait on my uncle to pick me up. Well one day said friend got mad at me and locked me out of the house so as I am running to the different doors to try to get them open before she locks them I turned to jumped down the stairs and their boxer decided it was the perfect time to jump up at me. I landed hard on my arm but just thought I had sprained it. I was still crying the next morning so my dad decides to take me to the ER (he asked the night before and I refused) and they do x-rays but say it's sprained. Dad drops me off at my aunts so I can miss school and chill while he goes to work, he comes back 30 minutes later saying they made a mistake I have to go to a specialist. It fractured the bone in my shoulder right next to my growth plate. Because of where it fractured I had a lot of specialist appointments and a weird arm stabilizer for months. Thankfully no permanent damage but I never stayed with that friend again.
@Peachie89 WOW! That's crazy!! I'm glad you didn't have long-term damage...
Oh man, I have hurt myself SO many times in SO many ways...So I'll go with this one. A year ago last spring I was coming down our outdoor staircase, which was sketchy and wooden with no slip grips or anything. It was raining, but I made a conscientious effort to go slow. Well, I got within TWO steps of the bottom, kind of hurried to hit the second-to-bottom step, slipped, slammed my tailbone/lower back into the step behind me, fell forward, hit my knee and wrist on the concrete, then landed on my side. I was too afraid to look at my wrist, but what hurt even worse was my lower back, and somehow the impact of the fall (TWO steps from the bottom?!) put me into enough shock that I couldn't move my legs at first and I thought I was paralyzed, or thought I would be if I tried moving, which I couldn't do, even if I wanted to. Husband and SIL came running, and here's the embarrassing part--ended up calling an ambulance. Several xrays and an ER visit later, had a contusion on my tailbone and broke my wrist.
I guess the funny part of this story is that my youngest sister (15 years my junior) had broken HER wrist about a week before, riding her bike, three states south of me. Until that break, I was the only one of my mom's kids to have broken any bones (this was not my first, lol). I had already planned a visit home, and MAN did my sis and I get a lot of looks wandering around with our matching broken wrists!
My biggest self injury story is really dumb. As you might have read on some of my other posts, I have epilepsy. Luckily, my epilepsy is generally pretty mild and usually results in a series of absence seizures, not too much more. So in 2016, I was actually having a pretty rocking year for health, balanced and in control. I started getting confident that maybe I could wean myself off of my meds a little bit at a time, especially because my seizures primarily happened around my periods and not all the time. Unfortunately, it was not a good time for this, as we had started going through lots of stressful stuff, including selling our house and buying a new one, which sent me over the edge into complete exhaustion.
On the night of the actual event, I had been off of my meditation for a bit, and I came home from a very tired day with my family and had a normal seizure at first. Then, our dog came running up to me and barked at me during my seizure, which apparently kicked me into another level of seizure and I had a grand mal- the only one I’ve ever had. Honestly, I remember basically nothing about that seizure from my side, but I scared the $hit out of DH and DD. My husband saw that I clinched my jaw really tight, and tried to open my mouth with his fingers, resulting in me biting him and chipping one of my teeth. Apparently there was blood everywhere as your nose bleeds a ton during a grand mal. All of this was brand new info to me when I came to!
I felt like such a moron for somewhat doing that to myself. I later read that one of the side effects of the newer seizure medication I was on was actually causing grand mal seizures. Why the hell would that make sense?!?
Re: GTKY: injury edition
What wasn't funny was all the concerned co-workers asking indirectly if my boyfriend (now husband) was abusive. I just wanted to laugh and say "I can't even get him to smack my butt in bed, he would never do that." But that also wasn't work place appropriate. 🤷♀️ So I just got to be uncomfortable at work for about a week.
One stress fracture and 3 months of PT later, and STILL the occasional ache in my ankle when it's about to rain 9 years after the fact...never again.
Train for races, people. Don't be dumb like me.
When I was about 3 years old I went into the bathroom after my dad had used the tub. I wanted to get my bucket that was in there. My dad said "be careful, the floor is really slippy" and I went, "No worries dad, I'm fine". To prove how under control I had it, I did a spin. I slipped and hit my chin, splitting it open on the cast iron tub. There was blood everywhere. I had to get three stitches and I still have a scar.
Oh man, I have hurt myself SO many times in SO many ways...So I'll go with this one. A year ago last spring I was coming down our outdoor staircase, which was sketchy and wooden with no slip grips or anything. It was raining, but I made a conscientious effort to go slow. Well, I got within TWO steps of the bottom, kind of hurried to hit the second-to-bottom step, slipped, slammed my tailbone/lower back into the step behind me, fell forward, hit my knee and wrist on the concrete, then landed on my side. I was too afraid to look at my wrist, but what hurt even worse was my lower back, and somehow the impact of the fall (TWO steps from the bottom?!) put me into enough shock that I couldn't move my legs at first and I thought I was paralyzed, or thought I would be if I tried moving, which I couldn't do, even if I wanted to. Husband and SIL came running, and here's the embarrassing part--ended up calling an ambulance. Several xrays and an ER visit later, had a contusion on my tailbone and broke my wrist.
I guess the funny part of this story is that my youngest sister (15 years my junior) had broken HER wrist about a week before, riding her bike, three states south of me. Until that break, I was the only one of my mom's kids to have broken any bones (this was not my first, lol). I had already planned a visit home, and MAN did my sis and I get a lot of looks wandering around with our matching broken wrists!
On the night of the actual event, I had been off of my meditation for a bit, and I came home from a very tired day with my family and had a normal seizure at first. Then, our dog came running up to me and barked at me during my seizure, which apparently kicked me into another level of seizure and I had a grand mal- the only one I’ve ever had. Honestly, I remember basically nothing about that seizure from my side, but I scared the $hit out of DH and DD. My husband saw that I clinched my jaw really tight, and tried to open my mouth with his fingers, resulting in me biting him and chipping one of my teeth. Apparently there was blood everywhere as your nose bleeds a ton during a grand mal. All of this was brand new info to me when I came to!
I felt like such a moron for somewhat doing that to myself. I later read that one of the side effects of the newer seizure medication I was on was actually causing grand mal seizures. Why the hell would that make sense?!?
Anyway, long story, not my shining hour😛.