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Not a injury as such, more of a luckily avoided stupid injury. I was digging over some soil with a fork to break it up when I encountered a really compacted lump. I lifted the fork and forced it down with all my strength and to my horror I completely missed the part I was aiming for, and instead hit my foot, forcing one of the fork prongs all the way through one of the trainers I was wearing. I was all ready to scream out in pain, when I realised I couldn't actually feel anything. It turned out the fork had passed through my shoe and in between my big toe and the next toe, completely missing the flesh. Percy Thrower was definitely looking over me that day.
A couple of years ago I was attempting to set a Squat PB in the gym.
I got to the lowest point in my movement when I felt a "snap" in my stomach, but strangely no pain.
I carefully pushed the weights up & completed the rep, still no pain, when I reached standing my shorts fell down. The snap was the drawstring breaking!
I've never been so relieved to show a room of strangers my pants!
I still remember the blue flash I saw.
Another time, I decided to cut the grass with a small hand-pick. Straight into the side of my foot. I still have the scar now.
Apparently when I was a toddler I had a penchant for sticking metal knitting needles into the back of the TV set. The mind boggles.
More recently, I was slicing cucumber after a few glasses of red and my sister-in-law complemented me on my knife skills. My ego decided to show off so I sped up - and sliced the skin off the top of my left index finger between the end and middle knuckles. There was a lot of yelping and blood.
Chips are "Plant-based" no matter how you cook them
Donald Trump needs kicking out of a helicopter
I'm personally responsible for all global warming
I was wearing eye protection so nothing serious was at risk but it was a dumb mistake.
It was one of three close calls that made me decide that I am better at playing guitars than I am at building them.
Eventually something really bad was going to happen.
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Supportact said: [my style is] probably more an accumulation of limitations and bad habits than a 'style'.
I've seen a couple of excellent ones in A&E though, including a man who accidentally circumcised himself with a hoover.
Everyone who cycles has done that at some point. Thankfully I didn't injure myself.
I've seen someone else do it. No sympathy from his mate who was with him - just doubled up laughing himself silly.
About six years ago I was revonating an old touring caravan and was fitting a new window seal. I was cutting a strip of seal capping (just a plastic strip the fits inside the seal and makes it look a bit prettier) with a stanley knife.
I was using my left hand as a lever and my left index finger was directly in the path of the stanley blade.
I saw the potential disaster about to unfold and thought to myself that if the blade slips it's going stright through my finger. No sooner had the thought occurred to me than the blade did slip and sliced right through the tip of my finger, right down to the bone!
There was a lot of blood, a lot of swearing and a lot of nausea. Because it was a clean cut with a new stanley blade it didn't require stitches and the doctor at the hospital simply super-glued the cut back together. If I'd known it would be as simple as that I'd have done it myself!
It was a couple of months before I could play guitar properly again, though.
There is no 'H' in Aych, you know that don't you? ~ Wife
Turns out there is an H in Haych! ~ Sporky
Bit of trading feedback here.
I lost.. which meant an unpleasant afternoon in A&E getting fixed up with my extremely angry father in tow who made sure that I received the full penicillin backside jab with a needle big enough to sow elephant hide, ooopphhh.
That was an eyewatering experience!
It punched the two bones of the forearm back past the end of the humerus, breaking both of them, one rather badly. I ended up with six weeks off work, a metal end to the radius bone, a permanently slightly crooked elbow and weak left arm, and some pain when making certain movements - though luckily mostly not when playing guitar or bass now.
But I still got into the car and drove off . After the first attempt to use the gear stick I rapidly learned to change gear with my right hand while steering with my elbow...
With hindsight, getting a £30 parking ticket would have been more sensible.
"Take these three items, some WD-40, a vise grip, and a roll of duct tape. Any man worth his salt can fix almost any problem with this stuff alone." - Walt Kowalski
"Only two things are infinite - the universe, and human stupidity. And I'm not sure about the universe." - Albert Einstein
Dislocated my finger climbing out of a Vulcan bomber....(this was at an air museum), I was coming down the ladder carrying my young son under my right arm, he'd successfully climbed the ladder into the plane, but then didn't want to get out. There's a kink in the ladder where it goes from angled to vertical for the last couple of rungs, I missed my footing and for a split second we were hanging from my left hand before we dropped the foot or so to the ground, I think my wedding ring snagged on the rung.....bloody painful.
I think I was fourteen at the time, and a friend an I were skateboarding down the steepest hill in the area. You could get a decent turn of speed going down it. Anyway, the pathway we were skating down had a ditch running parallel to it, separated by a grass strip. Being autumn, the ditch was completely full of leaves. I had the brainy idea of skating down the hill, getting some speed up and the turning sharply onto the grass. This would surely stop the skateboard dead, catapulting us into the leaf-filled ditch, for a soft landing. What could possibly go wrong?
We both hurtled down the hill. At a suitable moment, we both turned onto the grass and, as predicted, sailed though the air and into the ditch. Brilliant! Let's have another go.
As we were nearing the top of the hill, ready for another descent, I noticed that my left leg felt cold. Weird. I lifted up my trouser leg to see what was going on. I could see two parallel cuts on my shin, both of which had a white thing in the middle. The white thing was my shin bone. I thought I'd better head back home, but checked again after a few minutes. Predictably, I was bleeding like a stuck pig.
The doctor just taped the cuts closed with micropore tape, and they healed quickly. I still have the scars.
I said maybe.....