[JTrout]

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Mowing grass, the stupid lawn mower kept getting clogged, and it was a pain in the ass to restart, so after the 10238901239th time, I decided to just pull out the clump w/o turning off the mower.

All I could feel was a sting on my middle finger, which I immediately grabbed with my other hand. Blood was runnign out from between my fingers, but I couldnt really tell if I still had all of my middle finger or not, and I was scared to look for a couple minutes. Ended up that I just sliced a little piece from my fingertip that got sewed back on, but was pretty scary clutching my hand & not being sure if I was horribly disfigured or not.

jvs

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I did the EXACT same thing when I was 12. Clipped my left ring finger.
There was no pain, just shock/fright. Almost fainted, running around in a pannic! [img]/images/graemlins/blush.gif[/img]

The pain came at the hospital when they put the needle in the already throbbing finger. Took a bunch of them to hold me down. Seven stitches later, I'm on my way home, floating on cloud nine.

The next few days I discovered the glorious benefit of codine.

Honorable mention:
Chasing girl around dept. store when I was 6. Busted my head on the corner of a display. Many stitches.
Playing tag at school, age 8, busted head on brick wall corner. Many stitches.
Age 9, caught 2by4 with my head while building tree house, 20 stitches.
Age 10, hit head on bumper of car diving for football. Concussion. Fracture. 2 day hospital stay.
Age 11, thought a long stick I found in the creek would make a good pole for vaulting. Sliced hand, 8 stitches.
Age 16, running from cops on Halloween night through forrest. Staying low, dodging branches. Head first into a barbed wire fence. 30 stitches.
Good times! [img]/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img] [img]/images/graemlins/tongue.gif[/img] [img]/images/graemlins/confused.gif[/img]