Worst Injury

Despite being a complete and utter klutz with a tendency to hurt myself in some way, the worst injury I ever had was a broken leg. I don't even know if it counts though since I was 3.

I jammed my thumb about 9 years ago. That was a fun couple of weeks.

 

I almost died once when I was 3.
I was in a car with my grandparents and my grandpa drove into a light pole and we were all taken to the hospital.
I don't remember what happened exactly, but somehow I ended up with a scar on my right eyelid and another scar on my right arm.

 

I haven't received any serious injuries. The worst I've gotten was when I was small, one time, I was crawling around the kitchen with a blanket over my head (with my sister... I don't remember wtf we were doing haha) and I smacked my eye into a chair. I don't really remember actually hitting it, but I remember crying really hard, and my mom said the tears mixed with the blood made it look a lot worse than it really was haha.

I was rushed to the hospital, but it wasn't that severe. They gave me a choice between stitches or taking eyedrops daily for a week or something. I chose eyedrops because stitches terrified me.

That's it, that's the worst. I've never broken a bone or anything. Other "bad" injuries I've gotten have been scraping my knee from falling off a bike, running into a pole because I was walking while looking down (went unconscious for a bit but other than that it was just a little bump), falling down some stairs and cutting up my foot (also twisted my ankle pretty bad, still have the scars), etc. Nothing other than the eye incident has been bad enough to go to the hospital or anything.

 

*looks at foot*... Yeah that xD My 3 broken toes were my worst injury ever, so I'm doing decent here.

 

I suppose mine is quite graphic, even though I have never broken a bone.

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A long time ago when I was around 5 or 6 years old, I was playing around at my friend's birthday party. His front yard was surrounded by a brick wall around 4 feet tall and it was the highlight of our time as we kept walking across the wall. However, parents told us to stop and were starting to get mad at us (as they were concerned for out safety), so we had to stop. Little did they know that when the birthday boy's present opening time came I was able to sneak out undetected due to everyone being distracted. I don't know why walking on that wall was so appealing, but I began my walk of destiny. As a 5-6 year old boy with a non-fully developed skull and concrete underneath me, this was not a good combination in the slightest. Luckily for me, the wall was only ~4 feet tall and me falling completely head first saved me from having my skull shattered and dying close to instantly. However, this did not stop the excessive bleeding that completely covered my head and the top half of my body, as well as painting the pavement. Since I do not remember anything after slamming down onto the concrete, I had to get these next few pieces of information from my mom and dad. My mom was wondering where I was because I wasn't inside the house so she was looking for me, and she found me all right, looking like a zombie, and acting like one too. She said she was completely freaked out and tried to see if I was ok, and all I was able to say (surprisingly) because I was in shock was in a very dead voice, "mom I want to stay at the party, it's fine, mom I don't want to go." Obviously she wasn't going to let that happen. I was obviously taken to the emergency room etc etc., and other details I don't remember besides getting a lot of stitches in my head. The next thing I remember was returning home when it was dark escorted by my mom and dad and immediately plopping down onto the couch with the most painful headache in the history of headaches. My mom and dad couldn't sleep because they had to make sure I wasn't sleeping with the back of my head lying down as it would cause to much pressure to the back of my soft and almost blown open head. Sounds pretty gruesome right? Haha, that's not all. This little a-hole of an injury has cursed me, I swear. The next incident was years later, when me and my two older brothers were trying to play 3-man football at my Aunt's house, since it was the 4th of July. Suddenly my older brother called to us to go long and threw the football ahead of my and my second oldest brother. We ran for it and I dove, and so did my brother. Want to know the result? His teeth dug into the back of my head. Want to know where? Yeah, that's right. My head was bleeding a lot, but not nearly as much as before. I'm not sure if my pain receptors had died from the first accident, but I felt nothing and thought the blood was from my brother's mouth, who was crying and saying his teeth felt like they were about to drop right out. It took until my hair was completely red and dripping for us to realize that the blood on his teeth was mine not his. It was nothing major, we just cleaned it up and took it easy for the rest of the day. BUT WAIT, that's not all folks. The final time, maybe a year after said football accident, me, my second oldest brother, and my little sister were running around passed our rooms. I'm not sure if you guys know what Lincoln Logs are, but they were amazing childhood toys that are now pieces of crap. Anyways, I had a hard plastic fortress top with ridges like a stereotypical medieval castle. Me and my sister were trying to see if we could hold up the door against him without letting him in, so he began tossing stuff over the decent-sized crack at the top of the door way to try to get us to loosen our stance and force against the door. He threw the aforementioned hard plastic top and the sharp corner of it 360-no scoped the, that's right, same are where the previous two injuries happened. Unlike the football incident however, this stupid top had me bawling like a baby. The pain was extremely intense, and while there was less blood, I still have that hard top with the dried blood of my injury today (I think). For months and months after, anything touching or applying the least bit of pressure against that spot of my head hurt a lot. For instance, sleeping or lying down in the bath tub (because who took showers when they were kids). So yeah, that's pretty much it.

Sorry for typing it up, but it is quite the read lol.

 

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh... I'm not sure if this counts as graphic, but just in case. No blood, but... Okay, there is a mild language warning...

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Okay, so two years ago, on a Friday, first week of third term, during lunch time I decided I wanted to bring my books inside the room so I could use them. There were two tables whose attached benches (which were probably just below knee height) blocked the direct path. Instead of doing the smart thing by going around, my brain derped. I decided "you know what would be a great idea? Jump over the benches. Nothing bad will happen."
I went to jump over the benches and what do you know, I cleared them my foot got caught and I fell on my arm. The damn this was broken. It was so broken that the snap had caused a portion of my arm to move sideways so it looked like the graph of a cubic polynomial (or a sideways z for anyone who isn't great with maths). I was in shock and I was rushed to the hospital.
You'd think after they straightened out my arm and put it in a cast it would have been the end of it, but no. My arm decided "fuck it, let's have more fun" and moved out of place so that the bone was bent. After two weeks, we went back to the hospital to get x-rays and what do you know, the bone wasn't in place and was healing wrong.
Thus I needed surgery on my arm to get the bone fixed with plates and screws. I have two memories of this time. The first was that after the surgery while I was getting over the sedative I fell asleep with food in my mouth. The other was pretending I was Wolverine cause I had metal attached to my bones.
To this day I have a scar and the sneaking suspicion that they screwed up slightly. The nerve right near my wrist in hypersensitive to this day... so something must have gone wrong. Oh well.

 

*cracks knuckles*

My worst injury comes with quite a tale. The worst thing I've done was break my collarbone while sledding. I've broken that bone three times in my life, but once was at birth and the other was when I was two so I don't count those as much. They did make the bone a lot weaker though, which is why I broke it the third time.

The funny thing is, the broken collar bone wasn't the worst part of the day. Yeah.

I broke it by sledding down a ramp that my cousins forgot to tell me that they iced over and crashing straight into a tree the size of a support column. A few inches to the right and that would have been my head breaking open. My aunt who was with us was a nurse, so it was kinda lucky that it happened when she was around to help me and make a sling.

After it was broken, we had to drive three hours down icy Colorado mountain roads to get to the nearest ER. The bumpy three hour ride at now 7 pm with a broken collarbone and no pain medicine was... really unpleasant. When we got to the ER, they gave me some strong pain medicine and said that I should keep taking it until the pain was bearable. Halfway on the drive back up the mountain to the cabin we were staying in near where I broke the bone, I got really sick. Since I get carsick, we thought nothing of it. Sadly, the medicine didn't affect my pain, so I was feeling the full pain of a broken collarbone while throwing up in a car for a good hour and a half.

It wasn't until we got all the way back up the mountain and I started shaking and having chills along with my nausea not leaving that my aunt realized I was allergic to the medicine. We decided to wait until it got out of my system and I stopped throwing up to go back to the ER, so everyone went to bed. I spent the night hunched over the toilet throwing up until I was left dry heaving for hours with a broken collarbone.

At 8 the next morning I stopped throwing up. I was exhausted from a night of no sleep, wrecked physically from dry heaving for five hours, and still experiencing the full pain of a recently broken collarbone.

Needless to say, that also qualifies as the worst day and night of my life.

The only other really bad injury I've had was when I was seven and I was speeding around on my scooter and it hit a crack and threw me off. Since I was going pretty fast, when I hit the concrete and slid for three feet it took all the skin off of both my knees and elbows. As an extra kick in the pants, my scooter ended up landing with the sharp edge on the side into my hip. It left a yellow and purple bruise the size of a softball that stayed with me for four years.

 

I don't really know if it counts as graphic, but I guess I'll put it in spoilers:

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The only real injury I ever had was a hole in my left hand. It happened at school as well. One of my classmates was having a pretty bad day already, so he was in a bad mood. Then at school, more bad things happened to him (I don't know exactly what), which made him even more pissed off. During break, we were sitting on the same table, and he was obviously extremely angered. In an attempt to cheer him up, I tried to make a joke. I should not have done that. That joke was the last thing he needed to just snap, and he went completely insane. He grabbed a pencil from another classmate at the same table, and stabbed my hand. And never could I have guessed that he was strong enough to push a pencil almost entirely through my hand. It didn't come out on the other side, but you could clearly see where it would've come out of hand. I don't know exactly what happened after that, but I remember that I got really lucky. The way he stabbed me, he could've permanently disabled my hand. Luckily, he hit me in the best possible place, and now you can barely see the scar of it

 

I tried to dash away while a family member was holding tightly onto my arm at age 1 or 2. My arm bent in such a way that the bone broke.. and you can imagine how difficult it is to have a 1-2 year old child with a broken bone. They weren't even able to properly get me into a cast because I was screaming so much. >_>;

 

You know... this topic makes me even more terrified to have children. ; w ; Dealing with a very injured child sounds sooo incredibly scary and difficult...

 

I'll put it as a tie between getting my face bitten by a dog when I was 3 (it was mad at another dog and I still have the scars, but I don't remember much) and last year when I did something to my rotator cuff (it's tied with the dog bite because it still hurts in certain positions, but here is the story): It was a football game and the play started, I was on defense and the offense was running the ball. I broke through the line behind a teammate, who missed the tackle, so I tackled him. My head was at his waist, the area my left arm wrapped around, with my right hand on his shoulder pad to drag him down. Well, I dragged him down, then a teammate slammed into my right shoulder with 6 others piling on top of him immediately after. I got up and kept playing. I didn't feel any pain at the time, probably because of adrenaline, but the next morning my shoulder was virtually immobilized by pain. The next 6 weeks, I had physical rehab for it, then a few months later, I reinjured it while weight lifting (an injury like that makes you vulnerable to more like it), which kept me out for another 8 weeks. Now, I don't even play football because of it. While I could, I wanna keep my shoulder movement the rest of my life lol

 

I dislocated my knee while playing dodgeball.
Yeah.

Turns out I have shallow patellas, which makes me more susceptible to my kneecap shifting. It's happened a few times, and it's not fun at all. Especially when I was getting off my school bus the one day. >.>

 

My arm got dislocated somehow when I fell off the bed while my brother and I were fighting over a stuffed alien toy.
Got it fixed at the doctor but it hurt a lot because I wasn't given painkillers or whatever.


The following two are slightly disturbing I guess.

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I was also once trying to cut that bit of elastic that joins two shoes when you first buy them, but the scissors weren't working on it and I went it a snipping rage haha. But then I accidentally snipped my thumb really hard and it almost came off. It bled all day but I didn't want to get stitches.

Also I fell over in the shower and knocked my two front teeth back. It also chipped one of my teeth and somehow the pieces cut into my lip and I had to get the tiny shards out after that ._. My lip has a scar now and my teeth still look awful, haha.

 

I once broke my leg jumping off of a small ledge that turned out to be way bigger than I had previously anticipated.

 

I've never broken a limb, but this one time...

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So, when I was little, I was staying over at my cousins house, and the four of us(me, my brother, and my two cousins) decided to play hide and seek. Now, behind their house was a giant field, at the end of which was a hollow bush. So, I planned to hide there.

Trouble was, to get to the field, you had to get past thjis broken fence. I decided to leap over it, but tripped up, did a roll forwards, and looked down... To see my right knee be covered in scrapes, with about a piece of wood about an inch long burrowed deep inside. It wouldn't come out, and so I had to be taken to a hospital where it was cut out.

Well'p, that's my tale.

 

I don't know if this counts as graphic, so just in case

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Welp, I am/was very allergic to MANY things. (now i am allergic to at least ~40 things[i was allergic to many many more when i was younger]) So i was Deadly allergic to milk. And one peaceful afternoon, My mom was talking to the phone and poured milk to a glass. she wasn't really paying attention to Which glass she was pouring the milk. The glass was mine. because i was like 4 and i had my own "milk" (made out of rice?!), i really didn't pay attention to the milk. So i drank it. Then i started complaining about my stomach which hurt really badly. Then my mom noticed that she had given me wrong milk and quickly called an ambulance. I started to feel really bad and breathing came really much harder. (it was even more bad since i have asthma.) The ambulance came quickly to our home and i they gave me adrenaline. Then we went to the hospital and i was there for a little over one day and got home. (this happened again two years from this accident) without immediate help, i wouldn't be typing this.

 

In had to get surgery on my ankle because I strained my ankle while playing basketball. The bones was rubbing against each other and it was quite painful to endure.

 

Back when I was dumb and (I think) 12, I was riding my scooter around my neighborhood...without a shirt
I had then hit a Sunday newspaper and faceplanted onto the sidewalk to recieve gashes across both of my hands, knees, and abdomen :c

I was covered in bandages for about over a week, and to remove them, I had to sit in warm water
Let's just say that removing them was a "sticky" process ;;;w;;;

 

Recently I fell on my face getting out of the shower and had to get stitches in my lip. Also when they applied said stitches, they did NOT do a very good job of numbing the area first. Ouch.