Friday OT:Gross Me Out

SCyclone

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Some of us have been discussing accidents involving sharp things (nails & staples, to be exact) in a thread, and it occurred to me that many folks aren't really up for reading those kinds of discussions.

So, since @Angie is probably indisposed today, I thought I'd start a thread where we can talk about gross things that have happened to us.

I'm taking about protruding bones, triple-digit stitches, people fainting dead away type stuff.

Tell us your story.
 
Fell off a scaffolding about 10' off the ground. Remember Gordon Hayward foot/ankle/leg injury and like the 70 degree angle his foot was at? That's what my ankle looked like. Have had 4 surgeries on it to date, Had two plates with 15 screws in it. One of the worst injuries the specialist had ever seen. Over 5 hours in surgery and never even put a cast I only spent 2 weeks in the hospital with just taking Tylenol as the morphine just made me nauseous. Spent like a over a year in a boot and had one of those knee carts. That thing was great to get around with! That was few years ago and can tell every morning when I get out of bed it takes a few steps to get the soreness out of it.

So thankful I can walk without a limp! Must have some type of nerve damage as every once in awhile my ankle will just twitch like a jolt of electricity is going through it or the feeling like someone is sticking hot needles in my foot.
 
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Caught my lower thigh on a license plate (corner was bent outward) in 8th gradish. To the day I'm careful around bumpers in parking lots.

Somehow found a way to stab myself with a roguing blade during 'tasslin' season one year on the back of a calf.

Stitches for both and still have the scars.

No stitches but still have a scar on my finger from high school when I caught a hammer handle northern on a rapala, and it flipped around, only to end up hanging from my finger by the rapala hooks. But I STILL FISHED BECAUSE I'M RUGGED.

Among other things fly fishing allows for me to avoid things like heavy treble hooks, although it's a little amazing I haven't hooked myself in many other places as I use the 'whatever gets it out there' casting technique more often than not.
 
I've had my heart ripped out by Cyclone athletics for 4 decades

2 minutes left in oh so many games....just waiting for it.
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My work’s insurance wouldn’t pay for the blood test to check to see if I had gonorrhea so the doctor stuck a steel needle looking thing up my urethra.

Now that I know more about how health insurance works, I’m happy the insurance company didn’t pay (more) for my bad choices.
 
I got hit in the face by a hard hit line drive in rec softball couple years ago. Luckily it got a piece of my glove and lost no teeth but got some stitches and my jaws were sore for about about a week. I just remember turning my head trying to get my glove up then checking to make sure all my teeth were there while noticing Il was dripping blood pretty good. That was playing 1b, when I pitch I always wear a mask after seeing one guy take one to the face and lose some teeth. Heard he had multiple surgeries to repair his jaw from that.
 
Summer before 8th grade. Working on our farm in Illinois. Chopping weeds in the bean field with a sickle. (Yes, you know where this is going.) Took a huge swing at a big thick one and it careened around and sliced my left leg between the ankle and the thigh. It was a second or two before I realized what I had done

Then removing the sickle there started a pumping of blood out of my leg. In other words, with each beat of my heart a squirt of blood shot out landing on the beans and dirt. I immediately thought I was going to die. Or at least lose my foot.

I limped over to the edge of the field and finally got my father's attention. He came over and instead of showing concern or acting very quickly he actually was sort of pissed that now we would have to stop work to take care of this. I think at this point he gave me his snotty handkerchief to try to stop the flow.

Finally the blood flow slowed down and he and my other brother came over in the truck to pick me up. But not until after he had put all the machinery away and closed up the sheds, etc.

So we're leaving Illinois heading towards Muscatine - me thinking he's going to stop at Muscatine General Hospital to get me taken care of. No, we continue on the additional 12 miles to our primary residence. Get there and he calls a family practice doctor in Lone Tree (another 12 miles further west) to get him to come in and take care of me.

16 stitches and a couple of hours later and I'm finally home and safely alive. The scar was fully half way around my leg at that age. Less so now.
 
My work’s insurance wouldn’t pay for the blood test to check to see if I had gonorrhea so the doctor stuck a steel needle looking thing up my urethra.

Now that I know more about how health insurance works, I’m happy the insurance company didn’t pay (more) for my bad choices.


Your avatar pic is perfect for this thread.
 
I was on a trip with some friends of mine in college and we were driving an old, unfinished cargo van up to Minneapolis. We had stopped to pick up a friend in Rochester, Mn and stopped at a strip mall with a Target store to go in to a restaurant and get some food. When I went to jump out of the van I hit a sheet of ice and fell and grabbed the edge of the door to try and keep from falling.

Well it didn't stop me from falling but my hard gripping hand slid down the bare edge of sharp metal on the edge of the door frame. Cut all of my fingers to the bone just below and across the inside of all the first knuckles. Blood is pouring out of my hand. So we go into target to get something to stop the bleeding and I'm leaving a trail of blood. We realize at this point that bandaids aren't going to cut it. I grab a pair of socks off the end of one of the aisles and grip it in my fist to staunch the bleeding. Then I have to go pay for the socks.

The checkout lady has to run the tag through while blood is soaking the socks. Then we get back in the van and proceed to not be able to find a ER in Rochester. We finally find one and 32 stitches later I've got a big club of a bandage on my hand for the rest of the trip. Got extremely lucky with no nerve damage.
 
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No stitches but still have a scar on my finger from high school when I caught a hammer handle northern on a rapala, and it flipped around, only to end up hanging from my finger by the rapala hooks. But I STILL FISHED BECAUSE I'M RUGGED.

Among other things fly fishing allows for me to avoid things like heavy treble hooks, although it's a little amazing I haven't hooked myself in many other places as I use the 'whatever gets it out there' casting technique more often than not.

This happened to me this summer with a walleye. Thankfully, the fish came off pretty quickly, but unfortunately it still managed to sink the hook deep enough under the edge of my fingernail that I couldn't remove the hook myself.
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Snapped my big left toe and broke the growth plates jumping off a counter summer before 5th grade.

Stepped on a pointing straight up nail in the dark summer before 6th grade.
 
Snapped my big left toe and broke the growth plates jumping off a counter summer before 5th grade.

Stepped on a pointing straight up nail in the dark summer before 6th grade.

Well you shouldn’t have been trying to rob that house at Christmas time.
 
My work’s insurance wouldn’t pay for the blood test to check to see if I had gonorrhea so the doctor stuck a steel needle looking thing up my urethra.

Now that I know more about how health insurance works, I’m happy the insurance company didn’t pay (more) for my bad choices.
You out of pocket that one homie.
 
Did a jump on my bike when I was 10 when I landed my feet came off the pedals and I racked myself hard on the bar worst pain ever and had swelling on my man bits, bruising.