When I was about 11 or 12, I was arguing with my older sister and called her a name I won't repeat here. She started chasing me and I tried to run outside by pushing on the storm door. Turns out it was locked and my arm went straight through the glass. I slice my arm open from my wrist to my elbow. Don't know how many stitches it would have taken cause my mom thought band aids would work just fine....and I guess they did cause I'm still here.
Muddy,I would hate to have been your momma.
I broke my nose the first time climbing on one of those jungle gyms that form a half circle. Still don't know how I fell off, except that I was standing on top of it and next thing I knew I was spread eagle on the ground spitting dirt. Lucky I didn't knock a tooth out.
The second time I broke my nose I was teaching swimming lessons and let the little boy on the diving board talk me into getting too close. Blood and water = ewww. Looked like someone had been killed. Wasn't until I got him over to the side that we could tell which one of us was bleeding. I couldn't see because all I was seeing was star!
I broke my thumb after swimming lessons screwing around - pretending the kick board was a surf board and slipped and landed on my hand. That's the summer the DH (then boyfriend) learned to braid my hair. I had a cast on a couldn't gather the hair to pull it up, but somehow managed to drive a stick-shift and continue to teach lessons and life guard.
Broke a girls leg playing soccer fighting for a ball - next year we played the same team again the night of their big homecoming dance - she had the ball, i challenged, she stood back and let me have it. Her coach nearly had a heart attack on the side line.
Chased my sister up the tree with a dead cicada on a stick. She climbed so high she was swaying with the wind and could see over the house. On her way down a branch broke...she fell about 15 feet, bouncing off branches, and ended up with a couple of stitches in her temple. My mom's comment when all was said and done: Dang it! I told you to change your shirt before you went out to play! As she had ruined her white uniform blouse from the blood.
Oddly enough the only ER visit with all 3 boys was a couple of years ago when ds#3 was unloading the dish washer, grabbed a knife and cut his hand between 2 fingers. Took ONE stitch. ONE. And cost $400. I took the stitch out at home when it was time. Saved an office visit of $50. (now you know I've just jinx myself by saying anything. BTW the boys are 16,13&10)
OMG almost this same thing happened to me! Brother was chasing me with a cicada (in his hand, not on a stick) and I tripped off the curb and split my forehead open. I even got in trouble for playing outside before changing out of my uniform, got blood all over my white shirt (and plaid skirt, and little red tie lol). Too spooky!Chased my sister up the tree with a dead cicada on a stick. She climbed so high she was swaying with the wind and could see over the house. On her way down a branch broke...she fell about 15 feet, bouncing off branches, and ended up with a couple of stitches in her temple. My mom's comment when all was said and done: Dang it! I told you to change your shirt before you went out to play! As she had ruined her white uniform blouse from the blood.
OMG almost this same thing happened to me! Brother was chasing me with a cicada (in his hand, not on a stick) and I tripped off the curb and split my forehead open. I even got in trouble for playing outside before changing out of my uniform, got blood all over my white shirt (and plaid skirt, and little red tie lol). Too spooky!
I was (and still am) accident prone - it would take pages and days to recount them - I'd say I terrified my parents a bit. Not much better as an adult, though I move a bit slower now so I don't run into things as hard anymore.