Signals Question of the Day -17
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They all scared me for life.
They all scared me for life.
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I had two, but only one left a scar.
1) Ran over by motorycycle when I was about 6-7. Busted up my nose and had a ton of scars on my face. I remember hating to go to school.
2) When I was 8, I hit my ankle on the corner of the bed rail on my Mom's bed while running through the house. Skin folded under the opening and I *think* I busted a vein. Not sure about the vein part as the story's a bit fuzzy. Even so I still have a pretty big scar on the front of my ankle.
1) Ran over by motorycycle when I was about 6-7. Busted up my nose and had a ton of scars on my face. I remember hating to go to school.
2) When I was 8, I hit my ankle on the corner of the bed rail on my Mom's bed while running through the house. Skin folded under the opening and I *think* I busted a vein. Not sure about the vein part as the story's a bit fuzzy. Even so I still have a pretty big scar on the front of my ankle.
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Basically shattered my entire right arm.
Wrist, elbow, both lower, and upper. Cast for 8 months, had to re-break it at one point because it wasn't setting right.
This is pretty much how it happened. Slipped, braced myself, the rest is history.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LbiDkYsxM5A
Wrist, elbow, both lower, and upper. Cast for 8 months, had to re-break it at one point because it wasn't setting right.
This is pretty much how it happened. Slipped, braced myself, the rest is history.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LbiDkYsxM5A
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I do not think this is my favorite childhood injury but it is the one I remember the most. I broke my wrist and completely destroyed every bone in it. Bones were dislocated, shatterred, and completely broken. The doctor said it looked like a jig-saw puzzle to put back into place. Was in a cast from knuckles up to my shoulder for 3 months. Then had to wear a splint for another month. Dr. told me that I may never be able to straighten our my elbow completely due to the cast being on so long. It has been fine.
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Signals;3807085 said:
The owie, followed closely by the boo-boo and then the stub.
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I wouldn't call them favorites. Three are very memorable, though.
1) About 11 years old, I was pedaling my bike very fast in the middle of the street. I was motoring and maxing out that bike. The chain came off and the bike came to a complete stop on a dime. I flew right over the handlebars and did a flip onto the street. I got right back up and it didn't even phase me. I looked around to make sure no one saw me. I was so embarrassed. To this day, I am leery of chains coming off while on a bike.
2) I was about 5 or 6 years old and was running full speed thinking someone was chasing me and looking back. I suddenly turned right around and smacked my head right into the bumper of a parked car that was on the street. That hurt. I was just glad no one saw me.
3) About 9 years old, I had a hammer and a spray paint can which I thought was empty. So, I hit that can with the hammer.
And all this paint came flying out right onto my face. I did my best to clean it off so my mom wouldn't find out. For some reason (probably out of embarrassment) I was ashamed to tell my mom what really happened. I remember being at the dinner table with orange paint on my face. To this day, I still recall this incident every time I think of Twain's quote: to a man with a hammer many things look like a nail.
1) About 11 years old, I was pedaling my bike very fast in the middle of the street. I was motoring and maxing out that bike. The chain came off and the bike came to a complete stop on a dime. I flew right over the handlebars and did a flip onto the street. I got right back up and it didn't even phase me. I looked around to make sure no one saw me. I was so embarrassed. To this day, I am leery of chains coming off while on a bike.
2) I was about 5 or 6 years old and was running full speed thinking someone was chasing me and looking back. I suddenly turned right around and smacked my head right into the bumper of a parked car that was on the street. That hurt. I was just glad no one saw me.
3) About 9 years old, I had a hammer and a spray paint can which I thought was empty. So, I hit that can with the hammer.
And all this paint came flying out right onto my face. I did my best to clean it off so my mom wouldn't find out. For some reason (probably out of embarrassment) I was ashamed to tell my mom what really happened. I remember being at the dinner table with orange paint on my face. To this day, I still recall this incident every time I think of Twain's quote: to a man with a hammer many things look like a nail.
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I was playing "ninja" with a friend one time when I was 7 with some of those old metal curtain hanger poles.
I have three scars on my shin from when I stabbed myself, haha. I remember running up into the arms of my 15 year old babysitter at the time...it was love as she patched me up.
I have three scars on my shin from when I stabbed myself, haha. I remember running up into the arms of my 15 year old babysitter at the time...it was love as she patched me up.
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When I was 2, I fell off of a stool and cut my chin wide open. Dad said it looked like a fish mouth. (Split my chin open again when I was 15 or so on one of those "Moon Walk" bouncing air things at the beach. I have two good scars on my chin.)
When I was 4, my brother was chasing me through the house, I stepped on one of those cardboard blocks on a hard wood floor, feet went out from under me, went straight down and smashed my face on the floor, busting both front teeth off at the gums. Had to go to a dentist to get the remaining parts cut/pulled out of my gums. Didn't have front teeth until I was 7.
When I was 5 or so, I was helping a neighbor girl put the chain back on her bike. Had the bike turned upside down resting on it's seat and handlebars. She asked me if it was ready, .. I said no, but she turned the pedal anyway, taking my finger around the sprocket, cutting about 1/2 of an inch of my right middle finger off. My mother put it in a wet washcloth and took me to the hospital and they sewed it back on.
When I was in the 4th grade, I fell about 4-5 feet off of a big stone porch, when I put my hands out to catch myself, my left arm broke in two about halfway between my elbow and my wrist. My arm looked like an S from my elbow to my wrist.
Bones didn't come through the skin, but they were sticking the skin way out.
It was pretty gross looking, and scared me. I thought I would always have an S shaped arm forever. But they took me to the hospital and they fixed me up pretty good.
I could go on and on, I had a pretty eventful childhood, ... at least 11 or 12 broken bones, 100+ stitches, at least 4 concussions.
I broke 5 bones in my face when I was 23, had to have facial surgery to repair, .. but I guess I wasn't a kid so that doesn't count.
When I was 4, my brother was chasing me through the house, I stepped on one of those cardboard blocks on a hard wood floor, feet went out from under me, went straight down and smashed my face on the floor, busting both front teeth off at the gums. Had to go to a dentist to get the remaining parts cut/pulled out of my gums. Didn't have front teeth until I was 7.
When I was 5 or so, I was helping a neighbor girl put the chain back on her bike. Had the bike turned upside down resting on it's seat and handlebars. She asked me if it was ready, .. I said no, but she turned the pedal anyway, taking my finger around the sprocket, cutting about 1/2 of an inch of my right middle finger off. My mother put it in a wet washcloth and took me to the hospital and they sewed it back on.
When I was in the 4th grade, I fell about 4-5 feet off of a big stone porch, when I put my hands out to catch myself, my left arm broke in two about halfway between my elbow and my wrist. My arm looked like an S from my elbow to my wrist.
Bones didn't come through the skin, but they were sticking the skin way out.
It was pretty gross looking, and scared me. I thought I would always have an S shaped arm forever. But they took me to the hospital and they fixed me up pretty good.
I could go on and on, I had a pretty eventful childhood, ... at least 11 or 12 broken bones, 100+ stitches, at least 4 concussions.
I broke 5 bones in my face when I was 23, had to have facial surgery to repair, .. but I guess I wasn't a kid so that doesn't count.
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We used to play tackle football on the streets when I was a kid,around nine-ten years old. In the streets they had the regular manhole covers,then they had much smaller ones that covered on/off valves of some sort. These smaller ones had three cast iron prongs on them,and they doubled as a kicking tee very nicely. I normally played barefoot, and kicking off one day caught the metal prongs squarely....Damn,that hurt! I put my foot down on the sidewalk and covered it with blood. I limped home,leaving a trail of blood behind me as I went. It took a number of stitches to close that one up,and I played with a regulation tee and shoes from then on.
Another time,in high school, we used to practice for our ROTC drill team on Saturdays. After practice,we would always have a pick up game of football,tackle of course, on the concrete parking lot,with the football team who had invariably played the night before. I was returning a punt,and was blasted by the biggest linebacker on the team. I don't remember driving home,but my best friend told me I drove all around San Antonio before he finally took the wheel and got me home. I had a concussion,and ended up missing the dance that night with a girl I had always wanted to go out with.
You do stupid things when you are young,dumb,and full of..........yourself.
Another time,in high school, we used to practice for our ROTC drill team on Saturdays. After practice,we would always have a pick up game of football,tackle of course, on the concrete parking lot,with the football team who had invariably played the night before. I was returning a punt,and was blasted by the biggest linebacker on the team. I don't remember driving home,but my best friend told me I drove all around San Antonio before he finally took the wheel and got me home. I had a concussion,and ended up missing the dance that night with a girl I had always wanted to go out with.
You do stupid things when you are young,dumb,and full of..........yourself.
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If we can go all the way up to 19, I can include getting bitten in the face by my step-mother's dog. The dog didn't know me and I moved toward her in a way that scared her, and she jumped up with mouth wide open and bit me.
Her top teeth raked across my right cheekbone, with one slice just millimeters from my eye. Her bottom teeth were right on the corner of my jawbone.
I was bleeding profusely and I was actually there in Plano on vacation, visiting my dad. I was in such a panic that I couldn't remember his work phone number so I had to thumb through the phone book to find the main number to Texas Instruments where they both worked.
I finally got ahold of them and they came to take me to the ER and I got a bunch of stitches. I had the best plastic surgeon in Plano, though, so unless I have a sunburn, you can't even see the scars without me pointing them out.
I felt the worst for my step-mother's 2 kids that came home from school and saw the living room covered in blood, blood all over the phone book and I was gone, no note or anything. They thought someone came in a snatched me up!
Her top teeth raked across my right cheekbone, with one slice just millimeters from my eye. Her bottom teeth were right on the corner of my jawbone.
I was bleeding profusely and I was actually there in Plano on vacation, visiting my dad. I was in such a panic that I couldn't remember his work phone number so I had to thumb through the phone book to find the main number to Texas Instruments where they both worked.
I finally got ahold of them and they came to take me to the ER and I got a bunch of stitches. I had the best plastic surgeon in Plano, though, so unless I have a sunburn, you can't even see the scars without me pointing them out.
I felt the worst for my step-mother's 2 kids that came home from school and saw the living room covered in blood, blood all over the phone book and I was gone, no note or anything. They thought someone came in a snatched me up!
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When I was nine I was on a 2 person swing with my friend. He was about half my size. We were standing up on both ends of it instead of sitting down, and he jumped off and did a back flip..
I attempted the same thing on the swing back only to land on my head, putting my hands up to break my fall. Instead, I broke both of my wrists. I had casts on up to my shoulders on both arms...
I'll just stay that there is a LOT you can't do for yourself in casts like that. Got real close to my parents for a few months..:
I attempted the same thing on the swing back only to land on my head, putting my hands up to break my fall. Instead, I broke both of my wrists. I had casts on up to my shoulders on both arms...
I'll just stay that there is a LOT you can't do for yourself in casts like that. Got real close to my parents for a few months..
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Too many to choose from...
The scar from the piece of glass I still have in my knee..
The compound fracture of my forearm and broken jaw from my first week of vert skating...
The scar on my chin from falling off of a cliff into while cliff jumping...
The scar on my dome from my neighbor slamming a 6lb chink of concrete over my head when I wasn't looking...
The burn scar I still have from having my KX125 pin me while wearing shorts...
The chunk out of my right hamstring that was taken by a pissed off junk yard dog...
The list is endless...I was injury prone I guess. Those things happen when kids actually, you know, GO OUTSIDE!
I'm covered in scars....and I love all of them.
The scar from the piece of glass I still have in my knee..
The compound fracture of my forearm and broken jaw from my first week of vert skating...
The scar on my chin from falling off of a cliff into while cliff jumping...
The scar on my dome from my neighbor slamming a 6lb chink of concrete over my head when I wasn't looking...
The burn scar I still have from having my KX125 pin me while wearing shorts...
The chunk out of my right hamstring that was taken by a pissed off junk yard dog...
The list is endless...I was injury prone I guess. Those things happen when kids actually, you know, GO OUTSIDE!
I'm covered in scars....and I love all of them.
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Signals;3807085 said:
I'm not to fond of injuries, but I've had a boat load of them. I prefer to not re-live them here.
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My most unique is ripping my right armpit open when i was about 5. I jumped off a pickup and hung myself.
I only remember parts of what happen I remember hanging, I remember sitting in a car with a towel under my arm for bleeding and I remember them holding me down and sewing me up.
I only remember parts of what happen I remember hanging, I remember sitting in a car with a towel under my arm for bleeding and I remember them holding me down and sewing me up.
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Multiple stitches to the head or face (at different times) due to...Falling out a tree house and cutting my scalp on a rusty nail, a truck door, a cinder block, baseball bat.
Yes...I know, it explains a great deal.
I don't know about a favorite...odd word to use for describing a childhood injury.
Hmmm...Maybe the time I was playing in some sand as a youth and got stung by a sand hornet. It had climbed into my shorts and stung me on my scrotum. Had to go see the doc due to the swelling.
Yes...I know, it explains a great deal.
I don't know about a favorite...odd word to use for describing a childhood injury.
Hmmm...Maybe the time I was playing in some sand as a youth and got stung by a sand hornet. It had climbed into my shorts and stung me on my scrotum. Had to go see the doc due to the swelling.