when i was 11 or 12, i was doing vertical spins hanging on a metal bar. i guess i over estimated my grip, and when i was flipping i lost my grip. landed on both of my knees. it was so painful, i couldn't move for a long time. i guess i was lucky that i didn't break my neck. so i don't complain about it.
"The Injury" Michael: I enjoy having breakfast in bed. I like waking up to the smell of bacon, sue me. And since I don't have a butler, I have to do it myself. So, most nights before I go to bed, I will lay six strips of bacon out on my George Foreman Grill. Then I go to sleep. When I wake up, I plug in the grill, I go back to sleep again. Then I wake up to the smell of crackling bacon. It is delicious, it's good for me. It's the perfect way to start the day. Today I got up, I stepped onto the grill and it clamped down on my foot... that's it. I don't see what's so hard to believe about that. Boys and Girls: Michael: Look at that. Nothing like grilling in the great outdoors. Ryan: Is this the same grill you grilled your foot on? Michael: No. Yes. Ryan: Oh gross. Michael: But I got all the foot off of it. -------------------------------------- Sliced a piece off my right thumb while cutting up lettuce one time. That salad was crunchy. While grating a carrot for my wife's delicious carrot cake, grated my left thumb. That cake was crunchy.
i wanted to fry something to eat once. i turned on the stove burner to heat up the pan. i wasn't sure how hot the pan was so i tested it...with my finger. yea, that wasn't smart.
Sadly, I can't think of a really good story where I hurt myself and it was completely my fault. ...buuuuuut, my dad and my uncle got all of you beat. There are too many to count. My favorites: 1. Their parents got them each a bow & arrow for some special occasion. They quickly lost an arrow. Having only one arrow, they decided they were going to shoot it back and forth at each other. Naturally, my dad ended up getting hit about half an inch below his left eye. (not a bad injury, but how epically stupid is that?) 2. When my dad had a summer job at a metal-pouring factory during college, he once smoked so much weed before work that when he got there and a supervisor asked him why he was late, he found he was so high he had been rendered unable to speak. He tried, but he forgot how. Metal. Pouring. Factory. So high, can't speak. No idea how he's still alive. (he's Australian, btw. Apparently they were less concerned over this crap than we were) Maybe that's why he tried so hard to get me to NOT do stupid things...
LOL No I didn't do velcro shoes. I kept using regular shoestring shoes for the remainder of my childhood. I (just recently) had start to use the shoes with the fake (elastic) laces but only because my arthritis wouldn't allow me to reach my shoes to tie them.
I'm surprised people don't have more stories. 1. In high school, I was using a blender to make an ice cream shake, but the blender blades were gummed and wouldn't turn properly. So, I disassembled it and tried to clean it up, but of course couldn't really get into it. So, I decided I would put the blade apparatus on the motor to turn it and I would hold the blades still with my hand.... Fortunately, the apparatus jumped off the motor pretty quickly, so I kept all my fingers, but I got cuts on 4 of them and a big bruise on my forearm when it knocked my arm up into the cabinet. 2. In junior high, I was playing soccer and decided to go behind the net to get back into a play. I knew the net was being held up by some clear plastic string, tied to the fence in the back. So, I ducked under the first one as I ran, and prepared for the one on the other end, but forgot there was one in the middle too. It caught me right in the neck as I ran full-speed. It dropped my flat on my back. I got up hoping no one noticed, but I had a mark across my neck for days. 3. Like macalu, I too have touched things to find out if they were hot -- only to discover that they were.
TexasFight your story reminded me of another doozie I did. When I was 12, the night before I went on a week long vacation, I tried to cook bacon, because I had it in my mind I wanted a BLT. I did so - BAREFOOT (god knows why). When I tried to move the skillet over to a different burner (again, only god knows why) I ended up spilling all the bacon grease on my right foot. My entire foot was a blister for the whole week.
Working in a chinese restuarant as a teenager, was cutting up some jalapenos, then i picked my nose. yep, not good
LOL i love spicy food. usually, hottest chicken wings at BW3, Steak & Lube, would barely break a sweat on me. i can't eat food without it being spicy. my friends think my taste buds are all dead. BUT, one time, i had a piece of raw pepper, it was soooooooooooo hot, i had to put ice water in my mouth for a long ass time.
Fixed. Also, DO NOT touch your eyes, your mouth, or go use the restroom unless you're absolutely sure you've gotten the entire jalapeño spice off your fingers. You TOO, ladies.
I dropped an electric hedge trimmer and caught it with my bare hand. As if that weren't bad enough, I looked at the half dozen or so cuts on my fingers and thought, "Those will heal without stitches, so I don't need to go to the hospital." I was right. They healed with minimal scarring in about 2 months.
OK, here's a good one. When I was 3 years old, I made my way into a drawer at home and found a small, interesting looking metal device with a little hole in it. Of course, I decided to stick my finger in it and twist... It was a pencil sharpener. I drew blood, but somehow, I managed to avoid scarring after that incident.
I was doing "the worm" and my chin hit the floor and split open. Not too bad, I only need 3 stitches.
freshman year of college i was drunk and slept with a girl that had more facial hair than i did. my entire floor except for the one guy who actually liked the girl gave me crap the rest of the year. i mean constantly no matter how bad some one else messed up during the year it was always followed by "well at least you didnt sleep with Becky like Shri did" I mean there was no comeback to that at all. still haunts me to this day.
Flyball? That's a game for dogs. In one single motion, you're supposed to jump off the wall, spring loose the ball, catch it in your mouth and head back the other way. Plus, you're supposed to be a dog....doofus. No wonder you hit the wall with your face.
A lot of people have drinking stories. Mine aren't anything too atypical, so those are out. When I was maybe 8 I wanted to see if the exhaust pipe on a car was hot after the car was turned off. That was a burn. My parents tell me when I was about 1 (and supposedly being watched by someone who did a bad job of it), I crawled around and yanked on a bedsheet that had a hot iron sitting on it. Those were multiple burns.
Found a huge flourescent light tube in this dumpster at this church near my house when I was like 11. Damn thing must have been 5 feet long. Yeah. You know it. I did my own impression of the star wars kid and that thing blew up in my hand. Lots of glass splinters. Ow. Another one: My friend and I were on rollerblades in 7th grade (I think) and saw the mailman driving around. We though we'd be cool and pull a marty mcfly. Held onto his bumper and waited. Man that mailman must have seen us. He gunned that mail truck like I've never seen. We ate it. Hard. Was a good laugh though.
in middle school, my friends tried to walk on top of a bunch of old storage rooms after watching kung fu movies. one of the heavier friends, "disappeared" during the walk. he actually broke the roof and dropped inside to a pile of crap, which scratched him up pretty good. we had a good laugh. the same friend, was hanging on an outdoor basket (very old). he was swinging back and forth and lost grip. he ended up landing horizontaly on the concrete ground. and the entire half court shaked when he landed. he couldn't move for a long time. we were laughing so hard (i feel bad now).
