Worst Injury You've Ever Gotten?

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Originally Posted by Slim

I might have one on the CD the hospital gave me when I retired. It is supposed to have all my medical records on it...to be honest, I've never even opened that disk to see what's on it, LOL Guess I should check that out ;)

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this could get interesting. how long ago did this happen?

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Originally Posted by 4Ballz

this could get interesting. how long ago did this happen?

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That IED was on the 13th of October, 2007. Some dates you don't forget...

Impaled myself on my bicycle handlebars when I was 15. It went in about 2" below and to the left of my belly button. I lucked up and it pretty much pushed my organs out of the way. I was on BLM land in Wyoming alone at the time. I had to pull myself off of the bike and I walked to the nearest house, which was a good 3 miles away. That one sucked for sure, but I was in shock the whole time and didn't really feel too much pain. I just took my shirt off and held my innards in with it and I was all set. The worst part of the whole ordeal was having to have them pack the healing wound with gauze for weeks. Gave me a nice scar too.

For pain... Kidney stones take the cake, hands down. Those are a whole new animal right there. I've passed them twice. I really don't care to do it again.

Slim's my hero. I'll never complain about my time spent out in the gate shack waving traffic through ever again.

I've been pretty lucky as far as injuries. Grew up on a farm, so I tangled with barbed wire a lot. Been kicked or clawed by just about every animal out there. Nothing real bad. I guess my worst one I got on my way to trucking school. The greyhound driver got pulled over for speeding and refused to take the ticket. They hauled him in to traffic court right then and there, leaving the entire busload of people sitting on the side of the highway. I went to step over the guardrail to have a smoke with the group, and cut my shin down to the bone. Had fat and everything hanging out. Paramedics tried to take me to the hospital, but I insisted on just some big bandaids and changed my bloody sock and shoes before crawling back on the bus to berate myself for being so clumsy.

By the time I got done training eight weeks later, that darn thing still hadn't completely healed.

My favorite scar is the one on my hand. I had picked up an injured great horned owl from the vet clinic and brought it back to our rehab barn. I had the feet and was admiring them while cleaning the wound on his wing. That's when he reached up and bit through a welding glove and the meat of the fleshy part below the thumb of my hand. Bless his heart, he died a couple days later.

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Originally Posted by Slim

That IED was on the 13th of October, 2007. Some dates you don't forget...

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You need to check that CD asap mister. How have you not looked at it lol? Bc you dont really wanna relive the memories or just bc you really dont care haha?

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Originally Posted by AK907

Impaled myself on my bicycle handlebars when I was 15. It went in about 2" below and to the left of my belly button. I lucked up and it pretty much pushed my organs out of the way. I was on BLM land in Wyoming alone at the time. I had to pull myself off of the bike and I walked to the nearest house, which was a good 3 miles away. That one sucked for sure, but I was in shock the whole time and didn't really feel too much pain. I just took my shirt off and held my innards in with it and I was all set. The worst part of the whole ordeal was having to have them pack the healing wound with gauze for weeks. Gave me a nice scar too.

For pain... Kidney stones take the cake, hands down. Those are a whole new animal right there. I've passed them twice. I really don't care to do it again.

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idk what blm is but i never would have made it 3 miles with my guts hanging out. Even if i wasnt injured the 3 mile walk may have killed me LOL

Well, I remember when I was younger, I was swinging on a skipping rope tied to a branch on a tree in my backyard. The whole backyard had no grass, just cracked bricks. Another tree in the same backyard had made a bunch of bricks uplifted (but not completely) from the ground because of it's huge roots. So I was swinging on this skipping rope, and am having fun when, I trip on the uplifted bricks, (cutting my toes, nothing too much) go flying forward when the rope decides to snap, and I land on my elbows and knees skidding for like a foot and a half on the bricks.... When I looked at my elbows, there was no skin, and the bricks had made deep lines in the muscle. Reaaaally hurt. :tears: Luckily I've never broken any bones though. :)

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Originally Posted by Mike41793

You need to check that CD asap mister.

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I gotta' find it first, LOL. I can't even begin to explain how much stuff they hand you when you retire from active duty. It's literally a mountain of papers and junk. That CD is in there somewhere...I think.

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Originally Posted by Mike41793

idk what blm is but i never would have made it 3 miles with my guts hanging out. Even if i wasnt injured the 3 mile walk may have killed me LOL

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BLM - Bureau of Land Management; lands, typically out west, that are managed" by the Federal goverment, Department of the Interior, I think? Not positive on the agency but that's what it stands for, anyway.

Slim, thank you and all who are or have served; very much appreciated, to say the least!

I've broken my tibia twice, my femur in two places, six ribs and collapsed a lung while bruising the other...but I saved a ton of money on my car insurance when they dropped me after that crash, lmao! Amen to whoever mentioned being able to laugh about things after the fact; that makes a world of difference.

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Originally Posted by Mike41793

idk what blm is but i never would have made it 3 miles with my guts hanging out. Even if i wasnt injured the 3 mile walk may have killed me LOL

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BLM is basically public land. Wyoming has a lot of open, unowned and unused land that is riddled with trails for biking, 4wheeling, horseback riding, you name it. Three miles very well might kill me nowadays too, but when I was 15 I was in pretty good shape. I hiked and biked everywhere and it didn't phase me.

AKedit: Slim, if I ever make it down to FL I'd like to shake you hand. :gj: