Worst Injuries

I stubbed a small toe once.

galwayrush wrote: »

Seriously, i can count over 50 woodworking machinery related scars on my body, mostly on my hands, still have all fingers .( just about... touch wood)

Bones heal and chicks dig scars.

Dislocated my kneecap playing rugby. The lad that tackled me stood on my foot and as I twisted to pop the ball off my knee came out of place.

Broke my wrist and fractured my lower arm in 2 places when a taxi pulled out in front of me on my motorbike.

Had my jaw broken also in primary school when I got a punch off a traveller in my class.

discus wrote: »

Testicular torsion. Happened before a date, sat through Little Miss Sunshine while my ball was dying.

She brought me back to her apartment afterwards, and I left 3 minutes after arriving. Thought I was going to die!

not an injury but a fast tennis serve that went straight to the balls was excruciating.

Ran into a door in primary school (we'd run from the door to the grass + back, but normally stopped ourselves w/ our hands - my face hit it + chipped the tooth), chipped one o the 2 top center teeth - supposedly barely missed the nerve.

I grazed my knee once in first class.

Cycling along and fell against a pebbledashed wall. Broke 2 of my fingers and my knuckle bones were on display. Blood pissing down my arm.

A friend of mine has a great one though. Him and his brother were playing tig on their farm years ago. They accidently clashed heads and the friend was left conked on the ground and the other brother ran home crying. He woke up and blood was pumping out of his mouth. The brother got home and his mother saw the that other brothers tooth was embedded in his forehead.

Nothing too serious, but definitely one disgusting one.

I stubbed my big toe badly once and it hurt for quite a while but I thought it was nothing to worry about.

Then after a while I noticed that it seemed to be infected near the base of the nail where it meets the toe. I kept applying disinfectant and putting on new plasters, but it didn't seem to do much good. After about a week or two, I took the plaster off and noticed what I thought was the usual infected gunk near the base of the nail. But looking closer, I noticed that it was actually a hole in the nail.

I realised what happened: when I stubbed my toe, it pushed the nail back into the skin, and lifted the nail partly from where it was attached. The nail was now (mostly) dead and it sticking into the skin was causing the infection (or else the smelly gunk was just from it being dead). There was a new nail growing under the old nail.

The only problem was that though the old nail was dead, it was still mostly attached, particularly in the centre of the nail, and was therefore stopping the new nail from growing properly.

So what did I do?

I pulled off my big toenail.

Suffice it say, it hurt. A lot. Psychologically speaking, it was hard to make myself do it, as my brain was stopping me from hurting myself so it was hard to really commit to really pulling it off hard.

But eventually after about half an hour or more, I managed to completely rip the nail off, the new nail grew, and has served me well these past few years .

Broken ankle

Was running down the stairs in a pair of tracksuit bottoms (the ones with no elastic at the leg bottoms) a few weeks back and tripped over them, hit the ground and heard a crunch, then my foot was pointing completely to the left.

Having to twist it back was the worst part