Accidents do happen

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Darkwitless

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Hubs favorite story: DH has one rule: don't do anything that requires him to take you to the hospital. If in doubt: see rule number 1

Christmas Day 5 years ago. Santa brought the boys nerf dart guns. Yay Santa. Santa's elves however are satanic little elves and use a bajillion zip ties to hold the guns in the box. The only way to get these off is to cut them. I go out to the kitchen were son#2 is attempting to use my best scissors to cut them off! I take the scissors away from him and grab a paring knife...as DH says, hey be careful, I stab the knife into my hand. It made a sucking sound when I pulled it out in a knee jerk response.

I quickly grabbed a rag - but oddly enough it wasn't bleeding that much. I looked closely at it and could see inside my hand. DH kept asking how bad it was - I kept telling him it was ok....but I thought it could use a couple of stitches. I talked him into staying home with the boys and drove myself to the hospital - I didn't want them spending their Christmas morning in the hospital being exposed to who knows what! I came home 3 hours later with 9 stitches...and permanent nerve damage (of course we didn't know it was permanent for several months and a lot of therapy) But the house was clean and Christmas dinner was in the oven! ;-)
 
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When we were about 7, my friends and I loved to throw these red bricks down this dirt hill in the back of my friends house. Then we would retrieve them, and do it all over again. While I was retrieving more bricks, my friend gets the bright idea of throwing another one right towards me, and it hit me right on the top of the head. I had no idea someone could bleed so much. To the hospital for stiches

Another time I was swing on a neighbors porch swing. Somehow, I went face first into the stucco wall, and my upper lip scraped down the stucco wall as i fell all the way to the floor. There must have been a lip trail left on the wall. To the hospital again for stiches.

Another time I was riding my bicycle down the street. We lived on a very very steep long cul de sac Well, my pant leg got caught in the chain. When that happens, there is no breaks and I was flying down the hill straight for a busy street. So I had to bail out straight for the curb doing about 20 mph. I went over the bars and slammed into a brick sound wall face first, with the bike still attached to my leg. I was dragging it up the hill when a neighbor stopped to help. To the hospital again for stiches.

Ok, last one.

We used to ride our skateboards sitting on our butts down this steep assed hill we lived on, down the sidewalk. We always bailed out just before the busy street and slid along the grass on our butts. Well, my skateboard caught the turf lip and stopped, but I kept sliding. Well, I caught a sprinkler you know where. There was blood, but fortunately no stiches. Man that one hurt like hell.
 

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A couple of years ago my niece came for a visit, and we went for a walk in the pasture. I told her we had to watch for rattlesnakes because there had been a lot of them around my house. We were almost back home when she screamed SNAKE! I jumped over the snake and landed wrong on my ankle. It turned out the snake was not poisonous, but it still managed to put me in a lot of pain. My ankle was black and blue, and I was on crutches for a couple of weeks. My ankle still hurts when the weather is cold.

My younger brother was/is the most accident prone person I know. When we were kids we had a rope hanging from a tree that we played Tarzan with. He jumped off a branch and caught the rope and the rope broke instantly. He fell face first into the dirt. Broke both wrists and tore his nose loose from his face.
Then when he got older, there was the time he got run over by a train. He had popped the top on a few and decided he was going to hop a train and come visit me. (I lived about 60 miles away.) He fell asleep on the tracks, and woke up as the train was going over him. He had a broken hip, broken bone in his neck, and many bad cuts and scrapes and stitches all over. I love my brother, but what a klutz! I guess I am lucky he is still around.
 

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emily - I literally cringed reading your stories! {{shudder}} And I think your brother needs to make sure to thank his guardian angels every night. He owes someone BIG TIME!

Godzilla: now I know why my parents wouldn't let us have skateboards. We too lived on a hill! My my plucked enough gravel out of hands and knees every year to use it as weed barrier in the garden!


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I'm at work and get a call on my cell phone from my oldest son's track coach. He informs me that there was an accident at practice, and my son was "hit in the buttocks with a javelin". OK, now you have to understand I went to the same high school my son was at, and I had his coach as a chemistry teacher. He looks like a cross between Dilbert and Drew Carey, and has no sense of humor whatsoever. As soon as he said "buttocks", I could NOT stop giggling! I was having fits as I told him OK, I'll be there ASAP to pick him up! The man must have thought I was insane.
 

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only 6 months ago i was outside in the garage working on something, it broke, i got upset and went to punch the wall, missed and hit the edge of a mirror, cut 98% of the tendon in my middle finger at the knuckle. had to have plastic surgeon repair it and have it immobilized for like 12 weeks...it sucked.
 

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I was so accident-prone when I was little that I don't remember a lot of my scars. I have them all over my knuckles, and a lot on my knees. The knee scars are largely from asphalt-slides on bare knees. I got one on the back of my knee from doing a wheelie on my bike. The tread of the tire caught the soft back of my knee and ripped off a chunk of skin. I'm surprised I don't have more bike stories because we did genuinely dumb things with our bikes - like riding up and down 2X4's propped against our 3- or 4-foot porch. We also jumped them off our porch over some bushes.

One recent accident was a couple years ago because of my stupid Jack Russel. He had a skin condition and needed a medicine he hated getting. So I grabbed the little jerk and proceeded to carry him downstairs. Well, I tripped a little and couldn't grab the rail because I had a stupid dog in that arm. I fell straight to the bottom of the stairs, somehow missing the entire flight. I was able to twist mid-flight so I didn't land on the dog. Finally got up and took off my shirt to see why my shoulder hurt so bad. It was because it wasn't there. At least not where it should have been. Dislocated it pretty bad. Sucker still hurts 4 years later.

Finally, when I was probably about 7, my family used to clean our church for some extra money. I had a big push broom for cleaning up the area near the front door. For some reason or other, I absolutely had to run inside. I ran full-speed, with the broom held horizontally. When it smacked the sides of the doorframe, I flipped right over it and landed on the top of my head. I had a soft spot up there for months.

I don't really want to get into my siblings, but one day, my older brother had a plank of wood over a log and wanted to play circus with my older sister. She didn't really fly like the pros. When she went inside crying to my dad that her arm was broken, he took a quick look. He told her it wasn't broken, and to clean the house. A little bit later, mom made it home and took her to the ER. She came back with a cast.

If I thought hard enough, I could probably come up with a ton of these stories from when we were young country children. Young parents today would have some sort of cardiac incident if they saw us doing what we did back then.
 

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Where we lived when we first moved to CA was a military complex surrounded a wild life preserve, b/c of this no pets where allowed at all.
So the neighborhood was overflowing with these huge ground squirrels.(and birds, rabbits, and everyone other type of wild life)

My Daughter, and one of her little friends were feeding a squirrel...cheese puffs. (no she wasnt suppose to be doing this)
According to her, the squirrel loved them and soon they were all gone. Not wanting to be done with the feeding time.
My daughter grabbed a leaf rolled it up and tried giving it to the squirrel...who comes up sniffs the leaf..and promptly bites her cheese puff covered little finger.

Course we take her to the doc....who was obviously concern about disease possible rabies fun stuff. (apparently people dont randomly get bitten by squirrels very often)
Doc bends down to her level starts asking Q's looking mad, foam... "Did the squirrel look funny at all?"
Daughter looked straight at him and said "Yes..........it was fat" :facepalm: :lol:
 

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I know I went head over heels down the stairs as a kid at least ten times. Then there was the time the neighbors moved out and I decided to mix all the cleaning and automotive products they left behind together in an old bucket while stirring it with a broken broom handle...... Mom tackled me JUSt as I had it smoking the way I wanted! I swear moms can be such a downer sometimes!


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Just to bump this.

I have accidents all the time. Oddly, I am seldom seriously hurt.

A few years back I was staying overnight with a friend with whom I was to travel to Mexico the following morning. I climbed two flights of stairs to the entry to his condo. When I reached the landing, my white cane slipped between two adjacent planters that served as knee-high safety walls (there was no railing surrounding the 20+ foot-high landing. I tripped over the planters and dropped the twenty feet...

Fortunately, landscapers had been working that day at the condoplex. They had piled up a large hill of dirt next to the building's foundation. I hit the dirt mound and rolled, thus avoiding injury. It wasn't until rising to my feet that I realized that the mound was bracketed on one side by a pile of flagstones and on the other, by a wheelbarrow and tools. One foot to either side and I would have been seriously hurt.

I notified the condominium's manager; workmen showed up the next day before we even left for the airport to install a guard railing around the landing.

Arms through storm doors, bumps and bruises, black eyes from walking into doors left half-open...it's all part of the fun! <Rolling eyes>
 

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lol loved it...makes all my little shenanigans seem like child's play except one...not me though...were repelling at a scout outing...one of the guys at the top was a little too eager to be next...he went down all right...sans rope and rig...about 20 ft down he caught on an outcropping of rock and mud...and got tossed out into the trees about 10 - 15 ft from the cliff we were repelling from...he must have caught ALL the branches on the way down and broke more than a few trying to catch himself...when he hit the ground he had lost enough momentum to keep from doing much more than knocking the wind out of himself...

No broken ribs or other bones...mainly broke his pride...that and after he could talk again he was complaining his leg hurt...nothing found no blood so it was thought he just sprained it...a few hrs later at camp in the light of the coleman lanterns our scoutmaster gave him a thorough going over and realised that through all the mud his leg was bleeding a little...so he cut open his pants and found a piece of pine tree branch stuck in his leg...he was getting ready to tie it off to keep it from moving and load him in the car when it simply popped out...(apparently the fabric of his jeans had been keeping it in) one big splurt of blood and thats it...no tourniquet needed natta...took him to ER 2 hrs away anyway... he actually got mad that he couldn't finish the campout...

and who was it that fell...THE SCOUTMASTERS SON!!... I haven't been back for awhile so I don't know how he is but I believe he went into the Army or Marines about 3 yr later...one of the two...Tough kid...
 
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Okay, I was told by a friend once that I wasnt an accident waiting to happen,, I was an accident that was GOING to happen, and SOON.

My husband says its because I suffer from HIA syndrome. (head in ...)
when I was 4, I was on a fence (we lived on a ranch) and bent over too far and fell into a cactus - face and stomache first-. I had over 100 stickers in me.

When I was 4, I was at VBS leaned over getting a drink of water out of a water fountain, with my hand in the door frame- someone slammed the door adn cut the tip of my finger off. (I did get to go to the hosp for that one)

when I was 6 we were down at the general store/bar- and all the kids were outside playing, someone threw a toy ina big old oak- and they were throwing rocks to knock it loose- one hit me smack in the forehead- I still have a scar-

I was trying to do a penny drop at school when I was 7, and fell, breaking my tail bone.

I have fallen off so many horses that I cant count- and been trampled by goats and hogs and everything else.
I fell into more electric fences than I could count, and was constantly getting caught up in barb wire-


when I was 12 me and the other girls were leaving practice after school on our bikes and racing, showing off, (we lived in a small town, and everyone rode their bikes to school) and we were riding past the football players- one of them hollered something, and I turned to flirt, and hit the front brakes on my bike- I flipped it and busted up my knee- stil have that scar- I was sooo emabarressed-


I was running through a barn one time from my cousin whom I had stolen the ladder from after he climbed on top of an 8 ft rock wall, and ran smack into a cabinet that was head high- busted the bridge of my nose wide open- sad thing is- I had left it open.......

I was fixing someones artificial nails one time, (because I learned how to do them in highschool so I could have them too) and the tube of super glue exploded, and glued my eyes shut. I got to go to the Dr on that one too-

My front tooth is chipped, I was spinning on my dads headache rack on his truck as a little girl, doing flips and flipped into it with my mouth- I refused to tell anyone- since they had told me if I got hurt I would get my rearend busted.

I have had almost everyone of my fingers slammed in truck doors, or horse trailer gates and smushed. I have had my foot ran over by my husbands truck- and been stepped on by quite a few horses.

when I was 14, I was in a pagent, and the day before I went to the lake - I fell asleep on a raft and floated for about 3 hours before my mom (who was partying with friends) realized I was missing- I had burns so badly all over the front of my body that I devoloped water blisters before I even got in the car-

I have given myself a shot of pennicillian on accident when I was doctoring a goat- and I am alergic.
I have wormed myself on accident when worming a goat-

I got my waist length hair wrapped all around a brand new fly trap ribbon-

My kids are about as accident prone- and when they were babies I started saying "are you bleeding? no? then dont cry" first time my oldest got sick and had to get blood drawn he puked at the sight of his own blood, and it still freaks him out to see it to this day- I am always telling them 'stop, I have a busy day planned and refuse to go to the ER" - and I have been lucky so far- super glue usually fixes everything....

And a year ago, I was gone, when I came home I noticed a bucket on the front porch- and in it was a snake- a coral snake- I told my kids to kill it and get rid of it- They swore it was nice, and I had the rhyme wrong- so as I was looking it up on the net after putting up groceries - my 6 year old girl walked through adn said "hey- didnt you tell the boys to kill that snake?" I said "yes" she said "well, its climbing out of that bucket into the living room floor- want me to catch it?" - I hollered at the boys, showed them a picture and told them to KILL it.

15 minutes later they were real courious as to what would happen if you were bit- I told them about the nervous system shutting down and you dying. A few minutes later, I heard one telling the other "go find the peroxide!" yep- you guessed it... I had to wake up their daddy who worked nights and tell him. We sat around and watched for signs of impending doom, and thank God it was a dry bite.....

when that same kid was 3, my dad had abunch of planted cacti and we told him over and over- DONT touch that- well he waiting till we turned our back and grabbed the one with the teeniest needles with both hands.... cause it was shaped like a ball and he wanted to 'throw' it.
that SAME kid also fell into a cactus off the SAME fence that I did. all over his tummy and face- I had to throw away the shirt he was wearing it was soooo full of thorns..

But with my kids I am lucky- they do more stupid stuff that could land them in the hospital, but we are very blessed. They catch snakes ALL the time, play with scorpions (I had to teach them to clip the stinger off the tail), see who can climb up and detatch a wasp nest and get the least amount of stings, throw rocks at bumble bees or shoot them with pellet guns, get bored and go to the creek and see who can kill the most water mocisans with just a pocket knife, climb trees and take the 100 ft tape measure to see who gets the highest- have a bucket list of animals they wanna catch and have marked off Buzzard, possum, all types of singing birds, most snakes, wild rabbits, (they are mean as hell btw) crawfish, some of the fish (like crappie, perch, catfish) by hand- and count the .... we had as a baby as a catch- every type of lizzard and skank you can imagine, a horney toad, - I even caught them playing 'gladiator' with those hairy red ants once- catching them and putting thm in a circle and watching them fight-


okay- I will quit now- and tell about my husband and other 3 kids later- :)
 

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I too know the bane of the cactii quittin -

I was 7 and my grandparents owned a cattle ranch. They had 2 smaller horses that we could ride. Mine was named Smokey Joe - later nicknamed smokey joe a-ho**. My wonderful brother, who says it wasn't on purpose, kicked his horse in the flank and it reared, mine bolted and then bucked, throwing me face first into a patch of cactus plants! boy did that suck. The worst part was the horse troding on ly leg and shoulder when it kept going....luckily it missed my head and no broken bones (but the cactii removal with tweezers from the nether region scars me to this day.

When I was 5 I decided to borrow my brothers "big boy" bike. It was way too big for me, so I was very unsteady on it, hit a rock and went face first into the pavement (seeing a pattern here?). Put my top front teeth through my skin just below my lip. scar still itches to this day.
 

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When I was about 10 Dad decided to plant a row of bushes across our front lawn as a barrier to keep use kids away from the hiway. He told me to go turn on the water and start watering them, so I ran to turn it on and misjudged where the 300 lb stone step was and caught my toe on it at a full run. Flying tackle into the house laeding fith my right hand followed by my head into the downspout, it. When I came to a couple of seconds later I looked at my wrist and it looked like the letter S. I got up, walked into the house holding my wrist and said I think I broke my wrist. Trip to the Dr's house on a Sunday afternoon (he lived about 1.5 mi from us, something mom was thankful for on many occasions with 8 kids), and out of school for the summer a week early. did I mention the royal .... chewing?
 

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My son, when he was 7, was in gym class. They were playing tag, and he had stopped to tie his shoe. Another kid tripped and slammed into his head. He broke his two front permanent teeth. :( He now has caps on those teeth.
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When my youngest was 2 weeks old I accidentally ripped out her umbilical cord stump. :( She had just been at the ped's office for a check up, and we had gone to visit my MIL. Eve wanted to nurse so I got her out of her seat, her stump caught on my shirt button. :( We called the ped's office, and they said to go to the ER. The ER treated me like a crazy overprotective mother, but they didn't see how badly the blood was gushing before we got there! She's ok now..but man that was scary.

My middle daughter was once goofing around when we were camping, she was 3 or 4, and we had told her not to play with the truck door. She didn't listen, caught her toe in the door and lost the toe nail.
 
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