What's the story behind your "coolest" injury???

Question

I stepped on a toothpick and got it stuck like an inch deep in my foot. Beat that beyotch!

What's your most entertaining semi-serious injury story?

Answer 1

Me and a friend of mine were throwing rocks at a sign. The sign got mad and threw one back, right in my eye. Serious because I was 2 hours from the nearest hospital. I think the best one is falling backwards off a swing and taking all the skin off my back. Yea...that was fun......

Answer 2

July.
1992.
I was ten years old, doing the best a ten year old in suburbia could do on a summer afternoon. It started out as touch football at my friend Paul's house, featuring my friends and me taking on the persona of the marquee NFL stars of the time.
In a series of moves that would make Lynn Swann drop a jaw, I shook an entire defense (which consisted of 3 neighborhood kids) and broke free.

Hands spread, eyes wide, belting "I'm open!" as if they were the most important words I had ever spoken, I turned with outstretched arms, ready for the pass.

Jimmy was a little guy, he had a big mouth but anyone who knew Jimmy knew he was all bark and no bite. The lack of defense made Jimmy a great candidate for QB, seeing as he wasn't good with confrontation. Furthermore, Jimmy could throw a mean spiral.

Jimmy heard my call and tossed up a sick lob. I threw in a few shakes and stutter steps and all of a sudden found myself wide open.

This is it.
At this point in my life it may as well be the Super Bowl as I race to grab the game winning pass. The ball in flight, my sneaks pounding the cement, my hands outstretched… All I can focus on is the overwhelming sense of victory that awaits me as I catch the ball with nothing between me and the storm drain goal line.

My fingertips hum with anticipation as the ball follows its path toward me, and a triumphant smile emerges on my face only seconds before the stars and confusion take hold.

I wake up in a daze to a kaleidoscopic view of my friends and no recollection of recent events.

Later, it would be explained to me that the elusive path with which I broke free of defenders led me right along the sidelines, which, in our case was the curb.

When planning a residential community, consistency is of the utmost importance.
Some prefer the mail slot cut right into the door. This was not the case in my neighborhood. The developers opted against convenience and placed mailboxes away from the house, right on our sidelines.

Luckily, I would walk away with a broken jaw, 37 stitches, and one bruised ego the day Jimmy decided to divert my attention from the looming postage depository in favor of his pigskin heave.

Answer 3

Oh I can beat that. When I was young (about 8-9) we lived with my grandmother in the deep east Texas woods and she had an outhouse. So at night we used a slop jar to pee in. That's a big bucket-like pot with a big round top for your butt to fit on and it has a lid and a metal handle. We kept in under the bed and if you had to get up during the night instead of going outside in the cold, you used the slop jar. Well, it was my job to empty the slop jar every morning and this consisted of carrying it down hill to a big pasture and throwing the contents of the pot over a barb wire fence into the gully. One morning it was especially heavy and when I went to heft it over the fence, the weight of the bucket and its contents pulled my little skinny self over the fence with it. The inside of my lower leg from the knee down to the ankle was ripped open on the barbed wire, not to mention I landed in the pee from the bucket. We did not go to the doctor in those days, so I had to heal on my own. Now, 40 years later, I still have a jagged scar on my leg like a dotted line that will not tan, so it really shows up in the summer..........Did I beat your toothpick story?

Answer 4

Well, I live in Maine, It was The Fourth of July, i was like ten, My father got me angry, i was picking up the yard, i forget what he was doing now, but it was agrevatting me, I picked up an ice Scapper (i dont know why it was out, now that i think about it, it was july) but anyways i Chucked it just as hard as i could to get it under our deck, it hit a wheel barrel and came back and hit me in the face, cutting it open, right on my chin, on the right side of my face. 15 stitches, not many, i know but it was my best and one of my more painful injuries.

Answer 5

when i was 15 i was playing kick the can in the dark with some friends and me being nightblind didn't see the clothesline i was about to run into well i ended up running into the line with my kneck. knocked myself out and had to get 45 stitch's cuz of it cutting me. then when i was 19 i decided to jump of the train trousle only to hit a rock and bust my arm.

Answer 6

Once I was putting together a report, and I slid my finger across a paper and got a really painful cut on my index finger.

Answer 7

I was ran over by a quad. I don't know how cool that is. I got some broken bones.