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While chasing around the house I tripped over a bed board and slid my upper lip on a carpet.
A strip of skin down from the base of the nose to my lip was gone. Everyone freaked out about me disfiguring myself.
I picked at it, of course, 25 years later there's no trace of it. Kids heal fast.
I was sheltered I think, considering some other injuries here.
Came off my bike when I was about 6 or 7, scratched my elbow...not stitches bad but bad enough. Still got the scar.
Take your pick:
3 years old I took a corner to fast at Mervins and almost took out my right eye on a glass shelf, 2 stitches.
6 years old I tried to do a backwards wheelie on my bike by jamming my foot in the front fork… while going down hill and carrying a load of oranges in my shirt. Went right over the handlebars, came to a stop on my chin. 13 stitches.
[…] I really wanted a broken arm, so people could sign my cast, but I never quite managed to break anything.
I placed my entire hand on a hot iron. For more than a few seconds - super dumb and ignorant.
Ended up having my entire hand wrapped in bamdages.
Tried to stop a garage door of close up and broke my arm.
I once tried to jump over a big garbage container that was, ehhm.. how do i put it? It was sort of under ground, but with no roof next to a staircase. (It was build in a small hill, sort of) But i missed it and fell into it. My whole back was one big scraping wound. Very painful for weeks :(
Went over a jump in my bike (not motorized). Got a nice amount of air time. Lost the bike. Bike went side ways. I was spread eagle over the bike. My nuts hit the something hard.
My chest hit the handle bars. Caved the chest a bit.
Worst I hurt myself: Older, much larger cousin broke my leg by landing on it in a bouncy castle.
Injury that pissed me off the most: At 13, I loved jiujitsu and rock climbing above all else. At my last jiujitsu class before going to California to, among other things, go bouldering in Joshua Tree, I sliced my heel badly on the metal bottom of the dojo door that had about an inch and a half of clearance from the floor.
Shoes in general, let alone those super-tight climbing shoes, were out of the question for two weeks. I'm still mad. Of all the ways I could've got hurt, it was the fucking door on the way out that took me down.
Parents told me I'm the cause of all their problems.
Made an awkward turn while playing and had a knee subluxation. Brief agony until I "popped" it back in and insisted I was fine. Limped around for the rest of the day, hurt for the rest of the week. For several years after, it would randomly happen again, though less severe, quicker to recover, and less frequent between incidents. Didn't bother to get it checked out since I heard any significant knee surgery would take me out of commission for some months. I'm still not sure if I'm completely over it yet. God forbid it happens to me on the stairs
I've probably hurt myself worse, but one memory that stands out is me crawling around in a bush, getting my pants stuck and then losing my grip so I turn upside down with my head in a bunch of stinging nettles.
A flowerpot fell on my head when I was little, on my forehead.
The thing is, I don’t remember this ever happening. There’s a photo of me with a giant bandage, and I still have a scar in the form of some dented skin. But I can’t recall anything from that time.
Maybe it’s because I was like 2 or 3 years old or something. But I find it a little bit unsettling that my memory is a blank.
Absolutely lame, but age 12 I remember the worst most intense pain I ever felt was sitting on my own thumb after pulling a wooden stool towards me - crushed it right on the edge corner and it was so intense.
Way more painful than the time I got a drawing pin (thumbtack) half embedded in my heel, impaled my wrist on a set square, or winded myself falling chest-first off a skateboard.
I've been pretty lucky/sensible
My parents had a caravan when I was like 4 years old. Ran into it full speed, hit my head hard. I had an anger attack because blood was coming out of my head, my parents got a heart attack because of all the blood.
Another one would be when I found out I needed glasses. At school, at the gym class, we were playing around as a warming up.
I ran after a ball, and hit one of those horizontal bars you can do tricks on. Full speed, nose first. That hurt for a couple of days. Spent the rest of the class holding my nose closed because I was bleeding a lot.
I broke my wrist sledding in the winter. Because I grew up in a rural area I had to wait 8 hours for a surgeon to come to the hospital I went to.