[nichole]

Tell your story about the funniest or most unusual injury that required a trip to the Doctor or Hospital.

Here's mine:

Yesterday we had to take my 2 year old son to the Emergency room for a dislocated shoulder. Here's how he did it....
He was scratching his butt (yes you read it right) and then he SAT on his hand. His arm was in the wrong position so it popped his shoulder out. He's fine now, but he was in a lot of pain at the time. Now we can sit back and laugh at the humor in this. You'd think he would learn a lesson from this but he still keeps his hands in his pants!

[MichaelsMomJo]

OUCH!!! The poor little guy.

[Zaz]

Okay, not sure how funny this is, but here goes.

When I was 16, I was racing on my bike with a friend and we were going around a parked car when I thought I heard a car coming. I turned to look and when I turned back, I had to swerve to avoid my friend and hit my front brake (which was the only one working anyway) and flipped over my bike. I "kissed" the curb and had to have five stitches in my chin (this isn't the funny part yet). That was on June 8th. On August 8th of the same year, I was riding my bike with another friend when I yelled back to her to let her know that the pavement dropped off quite on the right side. Just then, my tire went off the pavement and I overcorrected and flipped over the handlebars of my bike again. Argh. Seven more stitches less than a eighth of an inch from the ones that just healed up. I think I was lucky to be at camp on July 8th or who knows what would've happened.

I won't tell the story about how I broke my elbow a year ago. It's not QUITE funny yet.
~Zaz
P.S. Nichole, my DH says it takes boys at least three times of doing something wrong before they realize they shouldn't do it anymore because they are natural-born scientists and need to experiment a bit. I'm not buying it, though.

[momentousangel]

Awww the poor little guy!

The funniest story I can think of that landed me in the ER has to be when I was little and fell out of a tree. I was attempting to prove a point to some boys that girls could climb trees to and fell head first out of the top of the tree. I landed on some boards that were piled under the tree that had nails sticking out of them and it went right into my forehead. Riding to the hospital in an ambulance with a board attached to my forehead via a nail to me now is funny, but then, ouchies! I did prove that girls could climb trees too, but I also proved that day that we all bleed the same too.

[anna]

OUCH!

Well, I've only been to the ER once for myself, and I've never had to take my kids or DH (knock on wood!!!!). It was fall of 2005. I started throwing up really bad, couldn't keep anything down for like 24 hours. So, DH took me to the doctor-we thought I had the flu. They did a couple tests and told me, go to the ER because we think you have appendicitis. And because you are pregnant, you have to go to this special ER cause they have a surgen who spealizes in OB surgerys. So, were walking out of the doctor's office, I'm carrying a bucket because I can't go 10 steps without throwing up, and I say to DH, "atleast I'm not pregnant-this could jsut be morning sickness."

We had been trying to get pregnent for forever, and I totally missed the announcement that we finally were! DH looked at me funny and said "yes you are pregnant." I wouldn't believe him-made him go back in and ask the dr. again just to be sure.

It was kindof scary to have surgery then because they said there was a really good chance I'd miscarry, but everything was fine. So now, a year and a half later, it's funny to me......

[Becca]

I don't think I have any really funny ones. Though I can relate to Zaz's story, and have the scars to prove it. I wasn't really an accident prone kid. Clumsy, yes, but not really anything drastic.

My brother-in-law, on the other hand, has MANY, MANY of these crazy accident stories in his history. His latest was shooting his foot with a nail gun, while falling off a roof. He was more concerned about the nail gun than his own body falling. He's been the brunt of a lot of jokes about that one.

[nichole]

OMG These are some good stories!!! Definately made me laugh on a day I thought it would be impossible! (My kids are being "difficult" today.

Here's a funny one that happened to me: When I was 6 we had a parakeet. I was standing by the cage poking my finger in it like all kids do. The bird came at me to peck my finger and I ducked. I mean literally ducked my head down. I hit my head on the sharp corner of an antique cabinet and bled everywhere.

I think my son is doomed. My hubby and I are both clumbsy and accident prone. He'll probably be in a cast before kindergarten! Poor thing...genetics!

[April Showers]

5th grade, end of the school year. I was just following the teacher's instructions for cleaning out our desks. "Tip your desk and let it fall." He didn't say back up first. Of course it fell right on my big toe and broke it since I was wearing really cute sandals. Teacher gave me a piggy back ride to the office. Last day of school I was on crutches. "What happened?" "I dropped my desk on my toe."

[AmandaFace]

ouch! is all i can say about all these stories.

most of my injuries were from my brother ha. when i was in 7th grade (for reasons I dont recall) my brother kicked me, and actually ended up kicking my hand. i proceeded to jump on his back and punch him with the hand he had just kicked. i had broken my hand and two fingers. yay! my pinky is forever a tiny crooked from this.

[April Showers]

Your brother inflicted injuries reminded me of this. Being the youngest does have its challenges. My older brothers were player "Rodger Ramjet" in the living room while our parents were away. This involved launching things across t our very large room with their legs. They decided to to try it with me (their 5 year old sister.) Don't remember the flight too well, but I landed on my wrist. The next day while doing dishes, I tried to get on the counter to put things away. It hurt, and my brothers called me a "faker." After hearing what had happened my mother took me to the Dr. and I had buckled my wrist. Needed a cast. It was a hot summer too-- no swimming for me.

[nichole]

April Showers, on May 8 2007, 06:13 PM, said:

Your brother inflicted injuries reminded me of this. Being the youngest does have its challenges. My older brothers were player "Rodger Ramjet" in the living room while our parents were away. This involved launching things across t our very large room with their legs. They decided to to try it with me (their 5 year old sister.) Don't remember the flight too well, but I landed on my wrist. The next day while doing dishes, I tried to get on the counter to put things away. It hurt, and my brothers called me a "faker." After hearing what had happened my mother took me to the Dr. and I had buckled my wrist. Needed a cast. It was a hot summer too-- no swimming for me.

LOL Gotta love those older brothers!! They must have thought we were the live in guinea pigs!!! Your story reminds me of something my older bros would have done!!! Thanks for the chuckle!

[Zaz]

Older brother inflicted injuries. Love that term. Mine slammed my fingers in the car door when I was very young and I lost a couple of fingernails. Then never came back in quite right, but you can't tell unless they're long. My brother was a wrestler (not the "Pro" kind) and would practice on me all the time (I am four years younger). Eventually, my mom just got tired of me yelling "MOM!!!" to come to my rescue so she told him to just make sure he didn't damage my head. He nearly dropped me on my neck once and it scared him enough to stop using me as his practice dummy. Mom didn't know about that one. How ever did I survive childhood? I have LOTS of stories.

~Zaz

[goofyemt96]

Ohh my these are all so funny...


Okay so here goes *L*


We just moved into the house we are in now and i was steady taking stuff down the step ( i had to duck)...So my dh is behind me walking..and he said mary duck ( i said duck where?) Next thing i knew i woke up in the ER with one killer headache.and some 6 stitches later ....and a Concussion.. Not from banging my head on the ceiling but from the time i hit it and fell down 5 stpes and bashed my head against concrete....Hahahha now im so afraid of the basement *Laughing*...but to look back on it... its a story to remember *L*

[Zaz]

Duck where? Classic, Mary!

Glad you've recovered (at least a bit)!
~Zaz

[goofyemt96]

Zaz, on May 10 2007, 04:48 PM, said:

Duck where? Classic, Mary!

Glad you've recovered (at least a bit)!
~Zaz

hahahahah!!!!

Yeah ...I think thats the reason im so Goofy!! But then again my DH says i was goofy even before the accident!!!

[WendyFL]

Ok here is my story I had decided that roller blading would be a good family exercise for Saturday evenings. I thought that I was still 12 years old and I could be all fancy and do little tricks etc not taking into account that I was much older and not been on skates in many years. So, I ended up breaking and spraining my ankle and then where the bone was chipped it didn't actually require a cast but I had a brace and crutches. As if this wasn't bad enough I was still get used to the crutches and I feel backwards trying to go up my steps into the house, although I was able to grab the railing with my right arm and swing around and land flat on my butt right where my minature rose bush was, ouch! That was bad enough but then it turns out I sprained my right elbow too. Imagine having to use crutches with a sprained elbow for over 2 months lol.

[goofyemt96]

Zaz, on May 8 2007, 08:29 PM, said:

Older brother inflicted injuries. Love that term. Mine slammed my fingers in the car door when I was very young and I lost a couple of fingernails. Then never came back in quite right, but you can't tell unless they're long. My brother was a wrestler (not the "Pro" kind) and would practice on me all the time (I am four years younger). Eventually, my mom just got tired of me yelling "MOM!!!" to come to my rescue so she told him to just make sure he didn't damage my head. He nearly dropped me on my neck once and it scared him enough to stop using me as his practice dummy. Mom didn't know about that one. How ever did I survive childhood? I have LOTS of stories.

~Zaz

Ohhh if you want to talk about Brother of family inficted injuries....This one time im at the park and my rbother is there with his older friends with knife (yeah they got in major trouble) ..I got my hand on a tree trunk and facing the other way next thing i know my Index finger is hanging off!! 4 years old.....3 years old my brother told me i could fly like superman..So i decided to jump off my highchair 6 stitches under chin.....Fast forward to about 4 1/2 im riding my Ollie down the driveway (banana Boat) and my father nad brother come pulling in and dont seee so they hit me and i got tumbling down the driveway....lost my 4 teeth in the front!!!! ( it was not there fault) they could not see me.....


I have more but dont want to bore you anymore......He really put a beating on me...But bu the time he hit 13 paybacks started and i didnt even touch him....

[Happy99]

NO injuries but my brother and I where riding bikes down this hill and he went off and I heard him yelling and came back - he landed in a garbage dump and was soooooooooooooo disgusted - I was laughing my head off - but he was so filthy and had things on him no one wants to know - he was sooooo dirty and yucky and yelling and yelling - finally got himself up out of the muck and I helped with the bike - yuk - but I did help sort of - anyhoo - my great memory - not his:)

[Sheri Johnson]

Oh man you guys!! Those are great. I was laughing so hard my BF had to ask why.
I have SO MANY....

I know two people that have been taking in the big blue rolling garbage cans and tripped and fell inside headfirst.

When I was about 9 I was walking down the street in a giant cardboard box with my best friend and the wind whipped us over right in front of an older neighborhood boy. She peed her pants because we were laughing so hard.

At about age 10 I was riding a horse and it started galloping madly away in the wrong direction so I decided to lunge off the side and nearly killed myself on the impact. For some reason in my tiny little brain it seemed like a much better idea to "get off now" than wait and try to hold on.
I'm pretty sure I broke my hand because I have a bone jutting out at an odd angle but I didn't go to the doctor.

My latest injury occurred about a year ago. I was goofing off in the pitch dark at a concert (it was a 3 day even and took place in a rented city building). I heard someone coming so I thought I'd be dramatic and I started running towards a light and ran right off some stairs (that I didn't know were there) and rolled my foot. I was in terrible pain and my two brothers helped me back to our hotel room. Two weeks later I decided to go to the doctor because of all the bruising and it turned out to be broken; not only broken but shattered and in pieces. I had been walking on it for a week and a half! I had to wear a cast boot the rest of the summer.

My boyfriend has the best stories, maybe I'll come back and post some.

[Shari PV Mom]

When I was 13 my Dad's racecar ran over my foot, well not quite over it. Oh, the funny part is that I was pushing it at the time! We were in line waiting for our turn to make a run and the push truck was pushing it. I was leaning into it to steer it (but I probably didn't need to because we were going straight but I wanted to feel important ... remember I was 13.) The rear tire caught my toe and ran up the bottom of it (forcing me to kneel down - hard to explain). They had to back up the truck to get the car off of my foot. This is landspeed racing so the tires are extremely hard and weigh about 150 pounds a piece plus there was an extra 1000 pounds of lead weight next to it to create downforce. My Dad estimated that there was probably close to 2000 (that's 1 TON!) pounds sitting on the bottom of my foot. We were about 3 cars back so my Dad had someone else take me to the ambulance while he made his run (he set a record and got into the El Mirage 200 mph Club on that run). I watched him from there and then he took me to the hospital where I was ignored for 4 hours! I ended up with a severely sprained ankle, a chipped bone in my toe and 7 stitches between my big and second toes. Then they tried to tell me to walk out of the hospital! Ha! I was on crutches for a month! I still can't get a proper foot massage on that foot because the scar tissue is still sensitive after 23 1/2 years!

[nichole]

PV Mom of 2, on Jun 9 2007, 01:34 AM, said:

When I was 13 my Dad's racecar ran over my foot, well not quite over it. Oh, the funny part is that I was pushing it at the time! We were in line waiting for our turn to make a run and the push truck was pushing it. I was leaning into it to steer it (but I probably didn't need to because we were going straight but I wanted to feel important ... remember I was 13.) The rear tire caught my toe and ran up the bottom of it (forcing me to kneel down - hard to explain). They had to back up the truck to get the car off of my foot. This is landspeed racing so the tires are extremely hard and weigh about 150 pounds a piece plus there was an extra 1000 pounds of lead weight next to it to create downforce. My Dad estimated that there was probably close to 2000 (that's 1 TON!) pounds sitting on the bottom of my foot. We were about 3 cars back so my Dad had someone else take me to the ambulance while he made his run (he set a record and got into the El Mirage 200 mph Club on that run). I watched him from there and then he took me to the hospital where I was ignored for 4 hours! I ended up with a severely sprained ankle, a chipped bone in my toe and 7 stitches between my big and second toes. Then they tried to tell me to walk out of the hospital! Ha! I was on crutches for a month! I still can't get a proper foot massage on that foot because the scar tissue is still sensitive after 23 1/2 years!

OW Shari!!! Just reading this made my foot hurt!!! You poor thing! Don't ya just love the ERs and how FAST they get you in and out??? ARGH!

[Shari PV Mom]

Yeah! It still hurts when it rains sometimes!

[ruralscrapper]

OMG these are too funny! What a great thread. Well my most embarassing trip to the ER was when I was working on crocheting a filet picture of Christ. I was attempting to put a "rubber" finger saver (not sure what it really is called, but you know the rubber thing you put on a pen to save it from hurting your finger?) on my tiny little crochet hook. I had a manicure set sitting on my lap and I was pushing this onto the hook, when the crochet hook went through both sides of the manicure set and promptly hooked itselt into my finger. I had to have my daughter drive me into the hospital to have this removed as a crochet hook is much like a fish hook and you can't just pull it out, . The worst part of attending the ER that night, was I worked at this hospital and all the staff had a good laugh at me, especially the doctor who removed it. I had to have 3 stitches put in and they even save the rest of the hook for me so I could purchase another one That had to be my most embarassing trip!!! I don't think I have ever seen anyone come into the ER with a huge blue manicure set with a crochet hook stuck in their finger before LOL.

[Zaz]

Well that reminded me of another stupid thing I did.

I was at work as a switchboard operator for a major department store. My stapler wasn't working so I decided to fix it. Well, I fixed it all right. I ended up putting a staple through the bottom of my finger to my fingernail. It hurt so bad, when I answered the phone I was barely audible. I called security for backup and managed to get the stupid thing out of my finger. They made me go lie down for a half hour because I was dizzy. Hard to believe something so small could have that kind of affect on a person. I'm much more careful about fixing staplers now.
~Zaz