What's the dumbest thing you have ever done that involves injury? - Page 7

pokerdirty · #61 09-19-2005, 02:50 PM

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When I was about 11 my freind and I had some bottle rockets and some sparklers. We decided we would wrap the sparkler around the stick of the bottle rocket so we could find it.

We poked the stick through a cup and I held it. He lit the sparkler and as he was going to light the bottle rocket. The stick caught on fire and broke. The sparkler fell on my hand stuck there.

I was waving my hand screaming but it wouldn't come off. 3rd degree burns. 20 years later I still have a scar.

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D. That's a pretty weak scar story.

pokerdirty · #62 09-19-2005, 02:51 PM

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When I was about 5 or 6 me and my brother would take turns pushing each other down the stairs in a hamper. We called it the roller coaster ride. Needles to say - hamper hits bottom step, top flies open, jadip flies out, head through window. Mom and Dad weren't too happy about that one.

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C, until I find out injuries.

HopeydaFish · #63 09-19-2005, 02:53 PM

When I was about 18 years old my family went to my grandparents' place for Christmas. The rest of my family was at Christmas mass, but I'd stopped going to church, so I was left at home by myself. I was bored and started nosing around my grandfather's woodworking tools. I found a set of scalpes that was used to carve intricate detail into wood. I was messing around with a one of the scalpels, carving my name into a block of wood or something, when I got distracted for some reason and somehow I managed to stab the side of my hand with the scalpel. I cut into the big vein that runs along the side of the hand into the index finger. Blood started spurting out immediately and I ran to the washroom to try to cover it with something to stop the bleeding.

I managed to apply pressure with some paper towel and it slowed down the bleeding, but by then I'd lost *a lot* of blood. I started feeling a little light-headed. However, I decided that I didn't want to tell my parents about what I had done, because a) I didn't want to go to the emergency room on Christmas Eve, and b) My dad would have chewed me out for being so stupid, and would have continued to chew me out for days afterwards about it. I then had to spend the next ten minutes or so cleaning up the trail of blood from the workshop, and the *pool* of blood in the washroom.

I must have damaged a few nerves when I cut into my hand, because for years afterwards my finger would bother me a lot if I used it too much, and still bothers me a little to this day if I type too much on the computer.

pokerdirty · #64 09-19-2005, 02:54 PM

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When I was a kid, we went camping for a few days. The last morning a bunch of us were running around, and I ran through the campfire. I thought the campfire from the night before was out. It wasn't. It was pretty much still live coals with a thin layer of ash covering them. Burned the hell out of my foot. It hurt like hell but what really pissed me off was that I was a big Texas history buff. My parents had told me we could go to thr Alamo on my way home. We didn't get to because of my foot.

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C-, because i'm assuming you can still walk.

LetYouDown · #65 09-19-2005, 02:56 PM

Had a Huffy Bike that I had ripped the rubber off the handle bars on the ends. I was riding on the sidewalk and this girl was in front of me and slowed down to be an ass. There wasn't much room to manuever, but I went around her on the grass. This apparently freaked her out and she guessed wrong as to which side I was passing on. Our tires meet, mine decides to lock up, my handle bar turns sideways, and enters my chest cavity as I go flying forward. I didn't fall, I just slid forward really hard and the damn thing went into me. I had to carry the bike (still in my chest) to my friend's house because his mom was a nurse and my parents weren't home. Still have a white, circular scar just below my ribcage.

pokerdirty · #66 09-19-2005, 02:56 PM

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When I was about 18 years old my family went to my grandparents' place for Christmas. The rest of my family was at Christmas mass, but I'd stopped going to church, so I was left at home by myself. I was bored and started nosing around my grandfather's woodworking tools. I found a set of scalpes that was used to carve intricate detail into wood. I was messing around with a one of the scalpels, carving my name into a block of wood or something, when I got distracted for some reason and somehow I managed to stab the side of my hand with the scalpel. I cut into the big vein that runs along the side of the hand into the index finger. Blood started spurting out immediately and I ran to the washroom to try to cover it with something to stop the bleeding.

I managed to apply pressure with some paper towel and it slowed down the bleeding, but by then I'd lost *a lot* of blood. I started feeling a little light-headed. However, I decided that I didn't want to tell my parents about what I had done, because a) I didn't want to go to the emergency room on Christmas Eve, and b) My dad would have chewed me out for being so stupid, and would have continued to chew me out for days afterwards about it. I then had to spend the next ten minutes or so cleaning up the trail of blood from the workshop, and the *pool* of blood in the washroom.

I must have damaged a few nerves when I cut into my hand, because for years afterwards my finger would bother me a lot if I used it too much, and still bothers me a little to this day if I type too much on the computer.

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B, because major blood loss is a +

haha, you're title should be 'tool'

pokerdirty · #67 09-19-2005, 03:01 PM

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Had a Huffy Bike that I had ripped the rubber off the handle bars on the ends. I was riding on the sidewalk and this girl was in front of me and slowed down to be an ass. There wasn't much room to manuever, but I went around her on the grass. This apparently freaked her out and she guessed wrong as to which side I was passing on. Our tires meet, mine decides to lock up, my handle bar turns sideways, and enters my chest cavity as I go flying forward. I didn't fall, I just slid forward really hard and the damn thing went into me. I had to carry the bike (still in my chest) to my friend's house because his mom was a nurse and my parents weren't home. Still have a white, circular scar just below my ribcage.

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B, because the girl pwned you.

#68 09-19-2005, 03:07 PM

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When I was about 5 or 6 me and my brother would take turns pushing each other down the stairs in a hamper. We called it the roller coaster ride. Needles to say - hamper hits bottom step, top flies open, jadip flies out, head through window. Mom and Dad weren't too happy about that one.

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C, until I find out injuries.

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Had a nice cut on the side of my head and a piece of glass sticking out of my scalp. It was pretty gross...had some of my hair stuck to it when my dad pulled it out. No stitches though, believe it or not.

bosoxfan · #69 09-19-2005, 03:08 PM

you said dumb things not and that was pretty dumb.

pokerdirty · #70 09-19-2005, 03:17 PM

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When I was about 5 or 6 me and my brother would take turns pushing each other down the stairs in a hamper. We called it the roller coaster ride. Needles to say - hamper hits bottom step, top flies open, jadip flies out, head through window. Mom and Dad weren't too happy about that one.

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C, until I find out injuries.

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Had a nice cut on the side of my head and a piece of glass sticking out of my scalp. It was pretty gross...had some of my hair stuck to it when my dad pulled it out. No stitches though, believe it or not.

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then it remains a C