I’ll go first:
Not even sure how I managed this one, honestly, but I accidentally took out a small chunk of fingernail from my thumb on the stud of my jeans.
Once again, no fucking clue.
Got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. On the way back to bed I accidentally tripped on a piece of furniture I didn’t see. When I turned on the light my pinky toe was bent in a right angle. Had to have it reset and taped up but since it was my right foot I couldn’t drive for several weeks. Every day I just thought how stupid and avoidable this whole mess was.
I missed the last step going down the stairs in my own home, landed flat with all my weight on one foot, and managed to break the heel bone right where all the bones come together in the middle of my foot.
What must’ve been a broken blood vessel or something that caused pain and swelling near the vagina…how, you say? Sitting cross-legged on my own bony heel and sometimes to fast and too hard so that the heel bone damaged something. It hurt so sit down for a week. It healed completely within 3 weeks, but, boy, was I scared to have to go to the doctor to have it looked at or worked on.
I was 17, doing a night shift job during summer vacation. Perfectly legal, limited to only certain amount of hours per week/month/year.
On this particular hot summer day, before one of my shifts, I did not sleep much, three hours maybe, because I’ve decided to play Quake all day at home. I woke up late and got to work at like 22:00 instead of 20:30. It was a polyfoam mat processing factory and for being late, I thought I’d be sent to the recycling furnace: a position where you and another kid have to line up a load of discarded polyfoam scraps that a machine then pulls in on a conveyor belt, flattens and bakes it into insulation mats for construction. Super boring, with spurts of 10 minutes of loading and then half an hour of dozing off on a foldable plastic chair. A load alarm would wake us up at the end of the baking cycle.
But my boss had other plans for me. He told me to grab an exacto knife and head out to the back of the building with him. We walked along the designated pathway demarcated by fluorescent white stripes on both sides past all the machines and stations on the factory floor. Then out the loading bay door past one particular machine that seemed to end in a sort of funnel outdoors. My boss pointed at a tall staple of plastic sack: “These are plastic pellet sacks. You have to pick them up one by one, place the sack over the funnel. Then you open up the sack with your knife and empty it’s contents into the funnel. The machine will do the rest. Keep filling the funnel with new sacks if it empties.”
Easy enough I thought. Boss left again on his long walk back towards the offices on the other end of the factory hall. I’ve felt particularly sleepy and tired on this pleasantly warm summer night , but I’ve picked up a bag with my left arm and held it pressed to my body. However when I’ve tried cutting it with my right hand, I just couldn’t get the ~8kg slippery plastic sack high enough with that arm and was scared I’d spill the pellets on the ground. So in my infinite wisdom I’ve swapped the bag under my right arm and the knife into my left hand. Much better. I’ve made a wide cut on the bag with the exacto, funneling in the pellets into the machine as it was slowly gobbling it all up to extrude it into whatever material would later become the polyfoam base.
But then I’ve felt it. A sharp pain from my right hand. My middle finger in particular. I’ve carefully slid the half-consumed sack on the ground and started to investigate. The tip of my finger was hanging on a sliver of skin, and wherever I was waving it, I was doing picasso-like splatter but in blood. Nothing too extreme, but definitely bleeding a lot. Reminded me of Inspector Gadget’s gadget finger, open up the tip to reveal a screw driver or some telescopic listening device. I became woozy. An earlier childhood memory came back, where I have busted my palm open on a sharp rock and my knees felt like jelly. This was a similar feeling. I knew I’d need help soon. So I went inside the factory hall through the loading bay and started walking back towards the offices, while doing my best to squeeze my finger with my left hand. What felt like a minute of walking past various machinery, I got to a group of people, which included my boss handing out instructions to other latecomers in front of the supervisor’s office. He looked up at me and before he could ask why I’m not at my assigned station, I held my bloody hand up and tried to say “I don’t feel well.”
Next thing I know is that I had a killer headache in the back of my head. The floor is pleasantly cold but my head is resting on the lap and palms of a slightly chubby and angelic sounding girl. They are telling me I’ve passed out and hit my head hard while splattering blood around with my finger. They put a rag-tourniquet around my arm and wrapped my finger in another rag. Someone was stating they are getting their car. The angel helps me up and walks me outside in the fresh air during this warm summer night. The asphalt in the parking lot is still radiating a lot of heat. They drive me to the ER in a small hatch back, all while having a jolly chit chat and trying to keep me from passing out again. I tell them that I get motion sickness if I’m not sitting in the front, but the angel insists I have to sit with her in the back. Her voice is very soothing. I almost fall asleep.
We get to the ER and they get me into a wheelchair and push me in. My angel passes me off to the nurses but says she and the driver will stay around while they wheel me into a room. The nurses buzz around me, three of them performing minor tasks in tandem. They don’t look too concerned. They rather have the aura of quiet but slightly bored dutiful professionals about them. They position my right arm on a sort of stand that they rolled up next to my chair and then take off the makeshift tourniquet and rag and start inspecting my finger. I look up at it briefly.
I come to again with some pain in my neck, this time with my head propped up by one of the nurses. One of them laughs while exclaiming that it looks like I can’t handle the sight of my own injuries. She might be absolutely right! They quickly proceedes to clean up the wound and glue my fingertip back.
I was running, and pulled my back.
i sneezed and it triggered a muscle spasms on my lower back that led to me being stuck in bed for two weeks.
it would happen again a year or so later when i reached for a glass of water and again; another year or so later; when i tripped on uneven pavement.
Lower back pain is so crippling. As I get older I’m starting to get lower back issues and it’s brutal. If I don’t sit correctly (i.e. leaning on one side on the couch) for just a couple of minutes, the pain is unbearable when I get up.
it started happening once i’ve reached middle age and i’ve been able to mitigate it heavily by switching to more supportive footwear and better ergonomics for work.
I tried to pick up a friend that was way heavier than me and I dropped him on myself, injuring my knees possibly forever
As a volunteer firefighter, I stepped over a hose in the dark and fell into a drainage ditch. Tore the ligaments in my ankle and chipped the bone.
I had a door slam on my thumb in a dark room reaching for the lightswitch. Nail came off later that month
I went to catch a falling board with my foot, turned out to be a plow blade. I still don’t understand how it didn’t shatter the bones in my toes.
I gestured energetically to someone to throw the next fruit to me to fruit ninja it and cut my hand on the knife
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Ouch. I twisted in bed last year and somehow made it so I was stuck in bed for three days. Fuck, it hurt so bad!
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Back in their day they slept wrong for breakfast
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I did a burpee and when jumping my feet back in towards my hands, they went too far and i kicked my own wrist. My toenail took a chunk of skin out of my wrist. So dumb.
I sneezed. Pulled a muscle between my ribs, it was impossible to sneeze for two months after that, each time my nose itch an adrenaline rush stop it mid sneeze.
omg I did that when I had COVmonia last year and many times figured I’d rather just be dead.
That is absolutely the worse, being unable to sneeze for a week straight and always being in the state just before sneezing: horrible
I couldn’t help the coughing and sneezing so I had to walk around with a sheet tied around me for over a week (something they STRONGLY advise against when you have pneumonia as it can [something] your [something, probably breathing?] and make it way way worse) … it was the ribs in the back though so every time I’d cough or sneeze it 1) KILLED, and 2) felt like I was going to blow my back open, lol - so I had to pull the sheet as tight as I could to basically hold those back ribs in, and then try to get the cough/sneeze through - and try not to make a horrible mess of myself as both hands were occupied, lol - and then I could release and go back to trying not to cough or sneeze …
Imma go book a COVID booster ahead of my early July trip, right now, while I’m remembering this, rofl
I had to borrow a car, it was going to be a 20 minute round trip, person and I sit roughly the same way, so I didn’t think to adjust the seat. It wasn’t terribly uncomfortable, just not exactly right.
Ended up pinching a nerve in my back. Could barely move for 3 days, had to delay starting a job because of it.