Thing thats ever happened to you. Points if it's self inflicted like mein. Post more than one, can be interesting
1) I was 10, playing football in the back yard. Dived to catch it.... and slammed headfirst in a metal encased well. Split my head open, needed stiches and everything.
2) Fell backwards off a swing set into a cinderblock BBQ. Broke my arm.
3) A week later I fell in a ditch and broke my ankle.
1) 7 Years old and jumped into a pool. Did a 180 spin so that I could grab the ledge and hop out real quick cause we were leaving. I didn't just far enough. Smashed my chin on the cement pool deck. 7 stitches.
2) 9 Years old and I got tripped in an auditorium. There were runway lights in the aisles and my knee hit some metal piece just right. Basically cut a nearly a complete circle on my knee. Just had a large flap of skin dangling and blood flowing down my leg. 9 stitches.
3) My brother and I were dueling with wooden practice swords. He is is a football player/wrestler. He hit the side of my knee and I went down on it, before he realized I was down he swung again and smashed me in the mouth with the sword, intending to him my hip. My upper lip turned black and blue and swelled so much I couldn't fully close my mouth. Still have scare tissue in my lip.
wow... my list is going to be long, I will make 'installments' and try to keep the numbers straight.
1. 4 yrs old - running in supermarket with the box of "Lucky Charms" that I just had to have! Tripped and fell onto my mothers cart (1966 carts didn't have the protection they do today...) ripped forehead open, blood covered glasses so I couldn't see--mother picked me up and took me outside dripping blood along the way--across the street was a hospital, and an ambulance was turning around in the parking lot - saw a woman with bloody child in arms stopped and picked us up-took us across the street to the hospital-"easiest call" they ever made. I was certain that since I had never hurt myself bad enough to have an ambulance get me I was sure to die--told my mother to give my new bike to my best friend and tell my father and sister I loved them and wanted them to know it. Eighteen stitches across forehead--family story I don't normally share.
2. 5 yrs old - friend's bike - alone in the street practicing riding when 'everyone' else was inside for cake... trying to teach myself how to 'pop-a-wheely'... found in middle of road unconscious, mother freaked out ambulance driver because she had picked me up and my neck was unsupported - he warned her she could be parallelizing me and she got hysterical...I woke up in the hospital -twenty-two stitches, fractured skull and concussion, loss of memory about the incident, 9 years of uncertainty about what to use---fork or a spoon--for every food other than meat that was on my plate (I assume it was brain damage that had to be re-learned--remember this as it is an easy target if I ever annoy you and you want to lash out at me).
I will continue when I have more time... lol
answer is simple, you use a spork of course!
I believe the rule of thumb is "spoons are only used for soup".
I much prefer using a spoon for peas and corn... is that wrong? OMG - flashbacks! lol.
Holy moly Nalot! Sheesh, You'd have scared me to death if I were your mom!
7 years old - decided to stand on the glider in our backyard and swing back and forth with no hands. It worked awesome until I went up to high and the glider swayed sideways. I calmly walked into the house and informed my grandma that my arm hurt. She gave me tylenol and iced it. Three hours later my folks came home, looked at my face, and took me in without even LOOKING at my arm. Broke the main bone in two places and managed to dislodge the bone completely so it was "floating" in space. Dad almost fainted in X-ray room and had to leave.
19 years old - was playing broom ball with friends and our hyper friend came up behind me and kinda half fell on/ half hugged me. I didn't see her coming, lost my balance, fell on the ice with right leg extended and WHAM, she landed right on top of it. Tore my MCL.
About a month ago - I had a really bad sore throat - probably the worst one I ever recall having. I woke up one morning gagging because these huge white pockets had grown so much they were totally covering my throat passageway and I couldn't breathe. I had to crawl to the bathroom and look inside to see what was even going on and just totally panicked thinking I was going to die. I grabbed my large nail file and literally just started ripping it all to shreds just so I could breath. It hurt like nothing I've felt before plus I was seeing stars from lack of oxygen. Took two sets of gauze in the ER to get the bleeding under control.
Tiny, that must have been scary stuff last month -hell it scares me just thinking of 'huge white pockets' grown so much you can't take a breath... what was it? (I could make a crude joke at your expense here but I really wouldn't like it if I were you... I know you could take it but thats real world dangerous sounding so I will not--the rest of you can refer to the joke thread if you need a laugh).
3. Age 8 - my sister (age 10) was 'baby sitting' for me (which I totally didn't need!) when my parents went out. She was walking around without shoes and I told her I had put a sewing needle - point up on our living room carpet (it was a 'shag' - 1970) so she couldn't come into the room (leaving me to control the big TV...) she blew me off - doubting that I had done it and walked right to the spot there REALLY was a large needle... (dramatic pause) she did what was to me totally unexpected... so I slammed my hand down on the needle--preventing her from stepping on it... it came right through my hand and out the other side---we couldn't get it out... I finally had her 'thread' the needle with some strong fishing line-tied the other end to a doorknob and I held my hand against the far wall archway as she kicked the door closed--we got it out, didn't bleed much we never told the parents and in my mind I had something to blame my crappy penmanship on for the rest of my life...
4. Age 10 - friends and I had built a Tree house 'way back' in the swamp (New Jersey)... we also built slingshots, crossbows and all manors of traps to guard our 'lair' from anyone who might wish to 'invade'... One of the older kids of the bunch told me the traps weren't set and I should go grab another bunch of quarrels for the crossbow practice (he really wanted to test the trap's effectiveness on the littlest kid...) Crossbow bolt from the trap covering the trapdoor entrance into the back... then I fell out of the tree... at least the tip wasn't poisoned as was suggested by one kid... "Luckily" I landed face down so the bolt didn't get forced in further than it was and everyone but my best friend ran off (shades of Al and Garla!) who I convinced to it pull out, then he helped me home and I told my mom I fell out of a tree onto a branch that broke and she was able to clean it up (Iodine in those days--say Ouch!) and stop the bleeding/bandage me up so we didn't even need to go to the hospital. Never trusted anyone around traps after that, especially in the army when we were trained all about 'anti-handling devices' (devices to set off mines if someone tried to disarm them) and booby traps (to kill or incapacitate the enemy) of all sorts which was a good lesson to learn IMO (some people aren't careful enough at times).
(12-11-2009 02:44 AM)Nalot Wrote: [ -> ]what was it?
The strep test came back negative but my doctor said she didn't believe that - or maybe all the blood/puss messed up the test or something. I was too sore to want them to swab again.
I think it was either strep or tonsillitis. Maybe thrush but that's more common in babies.