Life Lesson 1263

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Originally Posted by jglass38

Well here we go:

250 or so stitches in my head. Got pushed off a six foot high slide in first grade and landed on my head

Fractured my arm. The first day I had the cast I was playing and fell in muddy water. All went in my cast.

19 stitches in my leg. Went to take out the trash and there was a piece of broken glass sticking out of the bag. Ran it up my leg and cut to the bone

3 stitches in my finger. Was washing dishes and a chipped piece of dish cut through my finger

Those are just the really bad ones. I have broken most of my fingers and a couple toes. I have burned myself many times. Either on dirtbikes on my legs or pizza ovens on my arms. I grew up in a cow town in Ohio and dont ever remember putting on shoes when I went out to play. Rode bicycles barefoot and jumped ramps made of bricks and plywood barefoot.

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Haha taking the trash cans out are dangerous! My friend Paulo was taking the trash out, and he tried to do this balancing thing on it. Well, he feel into the can, but cut his eyebrow open. He layed in the can for about 20 seconds and I'm like, "DUDE! That was awesome! ... Are you dead man?".

well im only 13 so i have a short list.

was swingin on a rope, fell off and cut my arm on a shovel. (6 stitches)

fell out a tree on a rope swing like 10 feet in the air. ( badly fractured fore arm)

bottomed out the suspension on my dirtbike and hurt my back (ALWAYS HAVE A LANDING RAMP)

went over the bars a couple times. one was really bad, the throttle stuck at like 30 mph.

My very first memory is me as a 3 year old getting stiches in my chin. I remember being in the bathtub with my Mom in the bathroom with me. She says I was jumping and slipped and split my chin open on the edge of the tub...I don't remember that part. But the next image in my head is of staring up into a bright light, so that everything behind it looked black...and seeing a huge pair of hands coming at me with a big, shiny, curved needle.


What a way to start a life of memories, huh? LOL Still have the scar on the underside of my chin.

Besides the usu. cuts, scrapes and stepping on nails from growing up and playing on the farm, my first serious injury was the 3 stitches in my finger. I was seven trying to cut cheese off of a longhorn brick and the butcher knife slipped. I cut a vein.

Bruises and cuts from getting bucked off my horse in our canyon. My head barely missed a rock bigger than a football when I landed.

Last day of school in 5th grade, I compound fractured my wrist. (Almost made the teacher sick < hee hee > because the bone almost came out). I had to have the cast on ALL summer. That really sucked! Then 3.5 yrs later broke the radius, needed a bone graft/plate surgery to heal it. A year later the plate was removed.

Took a header off a cousin's little mini-bike. No stitches, but lots of blood.

From getting kicked over the knee by my horse and then his landing on my leg when he fell one time, I eventually tore the ligaments in my knee swing dancing in tennis shoes & warm up splits/stretches in karate class & had to have arthroscopy done.

Now it's just the usual things like a C-section, hernia, etc. :oops: :sigh2: Those were the good old days. lmbo

My three best scars, in order of age:

Age 14: Stepped on by a pregnant mare while barefoot. Luckily, my scream caused her to lift her foot as opposed to smash it down. I have a neat and shiny round scar on my left foot. I always thought it looked like a crucification scar. =P

Age 21: Bike accident down a damp and mossy brick path through a wooded area on the university campus. Wasn't wearing a helmet (DUMB!) but luckily, I didn't land on my head. However, my left knee took the brunt of the force and I ripped it open to the bone. I told my Dad to count the stitches, but he and the Doc knew each other and were talking about fishing or something as they stitched me up. Bah! Next day, it was infected and I couldn't keep down antibotics nor pain killers (mega pain), so I spent 3 days in the hospital on an IV drip. Took a while to walk again (atrophy is bad).

Age 33: While Rick was out of the country on business, my gall bladder decided to hail stones. Most agonizing hours of my life; so much pain, I sweated clean through all of my clothes, they were literally dripping. But, morphine is good (when they finally freaking give it to you)! Two days later, out of the hospital and emergency surgery, I have 4 nifty scars on my tummy, kinda looks cut like a bowling bowl for an alien. =D

Funny enough I grew up in out in the country running barefoot through the cow patties (yes I know....ick! LOL) and never got anything worse than a couple of sprained/broken thumbs in gym class. Then I had kids..........

Luke spent his toddler years turning my hair grey. He never toddled, he went from crawling to racing down around at full speed. Didn't have a clue how to stop himself so he'd just run till an immovable object stopped him. We spent more time in the ER than I want to mention. I seriously thought children's services were going to pay us a visit. Before he was 3 he had stitches twice, a possible concussion, a butterfly break of his lower leg...not to count all the times he raced out into parking lots because if his feet hit the ground, they hit it running! I was also pregnant with Beth at the time so chasing a toddler at full tilt through the WalMart parking lot is NOT a recommended exercise for gravid females LOL. People wondered why I had that kid on a leash. Like I told one rude woman, better he's on a leash than under the wheels of a Chevy!

We were on holiday at gramma's. Came home....ended up with both Luke and Kate cutting their bare feet....within hours of each other! I think the doctor thought we were heathens that didn't buy shoes for the kids! Oh and Luke almost cut off his finger when it got caught in his bike brake. Beth's little friend dropped a brick on her head. Fun...parenting is FUN! (someone pass me the nerve pills please!)

Kate spent some years making my hair turn grey. Moving day...I send her down to play at a neighbours to give me a break. 10 minutes later I get a panicked phone call and Kate's arm in now in a suspicously S shape. Broke and displaced both bones of her lower arm when she went flying off a trampoline (thank you God it was not her neck!) Ambulance, hospital, transfer to another hospital, ortho surgery to pin her arm back together....and we had to move the next day! Fast forward a few years....Kate's in girl's hockey. She's at an important tournament. She goes into the boards (it's supposed to be non-contact) and her hand smashes. She's so into playing she figures it's just a jammed thumb and continues on. It isn't! She ends up playing more games over the rest of that day and the next with an extremely badly broken thumb that is now fully displaced. She refused to tell the Coach as he would have pulled her and ended up taping her gloved hand to her stick with clear tape as she'd lost her ability to grip. As soon as she got home and I saw that hand it was another fast trip to ER. Xrays, temp cast (it was too swollen to even consider surgery), major pain meds, very intricate ortho surgery, more casts, more meds. Kate has amazingly good use of the hand btw, the surgeon was even surprised.

Oh and through it all she was bugging him to put on a cast that would fit in her hockey glove so she could go back on the ice! Now that's a Canadian girl for ya LMAO

Happily Mikey has been nice to mom and has yet to make an emergency ER run to put something back together! *knock wood knock wood knock wood*

I took 4 stitches in a knuckle (cut it on an axe blade). I Might have broke my nose playing mud football. I never went to the doctor but I looked like a racoon for a few days. I have a little scar on one hand from putting a lighter to the fishing line that holds those bamboo curtains together. I never occurred to me that the nylon line would turn into a molten blob, fall on my hand, and burn a crater in it. I have a few surgical scars as well, but those were health related and not "stupid human trick" related.