I have 2. In college, not long after DH and I started dating, I popped my hip out of socket during sex and limped for a couple of days. Friends kept jokingly asking if it was a sex injury. I lied and told them it was a cheerleading injury.
Second is recently. I broke my toe in a freak accident where as I was stepping past him, DH twisted and moved his foot as he went to help DS with something. So my bare foot kicked his running-shoed foot. People would jokingly say, “You have to quit kicking your husband! Haha so what happened?” “Um, I accidentally kicked my husband.”
I just bruise very easily. Like random bruises pop up all the time. Wintertime is no big deal as I'm covered but summer weather brings on the questions and most of the time I have no idea how I got it. Sometimes I make up random stories just because.
Post by supertrooper1 on May 14, 2018 14:58:12 GMT -5
In high school I had an infected tooth that made one side of my face swell up. I was embarrassed about my teeth and made up a story that my brother and I were horsing around and he elbowed me.
I once rolled my ankle so badly I was in a boot for 8 weeks, had chronic pain for a year, went through cortisone shots and PT, and then ended up needing surgery to correct the issue. I now have permanent range of motion issues. From walking. ugh.
My black eye from basically running into a shelf. I feel people staring at me everywhere I go.
mommyatty, tell me more about the toe. I have a suspicion that my little toe is broken. I was carrying a laundry basket and kicked the leg on the couch. This was about a month ago and it hurt like hell. It still hurts and swollen, especially after I've went for a walk. I asked Dr Google and it says there's nothing you can do for it so I haven't seen a real doctor yet. I'm normally not this clumsy.
I was walking home from work when I lived in the city. It was a beautiful night and I was looking up at the moon. I twisted my ankle horribly on a huge rock left randomly in the middle of a city sidewalk and went down with a thud. Luckily I wa ma close to home because I almost had to crawl there. Needed a boot, and limped through my first several days on a walking trip of Ireland.
More recently, couldn’t walk or sit for 3 days after bouncing at a trampoline park with DD2. Your 40s are no joke.
I had a huge wart growth on my middle finger in high school. I tried to treat it multiple ways which just made it get worse. At some point, we had it frozen with liquid nitrogen which just caused a huge warty blister that I had to cover with a huge bandage until it burst and the skin fell off. Just gross and in hind sight, not a big deal but hard for a teen to deal with. My finger is still really scarred from that ordeal.
Post by HeartofCheese on May 14, 2018 20:33:29 GMT -5
Hmm. I tend to be so proud of all of my injuries...
Probably when I hurt my back two days before going back to work after ML2. I was literally just getting out of a chair, but my butt was a little too far back and I was reaching for my son. I could not move. I was so embarrassed to be so weak and out of shape. And I was super sad that I couldn't pick up my dude.
Post by mustardseed2007 on May 15, 2018 7:07:24 GMT -5
When I was in high school I was in color guard and a pole came down on my head right before the senior show. I got a gigantic goose egg, missed the show, and had to do a college interview the next day with that great big round goose egg in the middle of my forehead.
More recently, I had a very embarrassing accident that did not result in injury. I was running with a couple of ladies and we ran past a blind man with a cane. I thought I'd be friendly and also let him know we were coming so as we approached I called out "good morning"...and simultaneously slipped and fell off the trail into the grass. The blind man was so concerned. I was really really embarrassed, obviously.
Right after DH and I got married, we moved to a new town for my job. I had to get my wisdom teeth out. There was a lot of bruising along my jaw line for awhile. It looked really pretty. Since I was at a new company and I didn't know too many people, I got some weird looks and a few questions about it. I think someone asked if my DH did it to me. I cleared that confusion up pretty quickly.
mellym- They can’t do anything for broken toes. They can take it to the next toe to keep it sort of straight and immobilized, but I’ve found that actually hurts worse than just letting it heal. I was a very serious ballet dancer, so all my toes have been broken multiple times. My feet look like someone took toes from 10 different bodies and sewed them on my feet. It’s not pretty.
Post by judyblume14 on May 15, 2018 10:33:14 GMT -5
-Burned my cornea lighting a cigarette with a match when I was wastey faced. Ended up with a make-shift pirate patch, telling the doctor at the ER how handsome he was.
-Sprained my ankle trying to get out of a car for a concert when I was wastey faced. Danced all night at the concert and woke up nearly dying of pain.
-Sprained my ankle when I tripped over a laundry basket that my parents had been nagging me for DAYS to put away.
Post by librarychica on May 15, 2018 11:06:03 GMT -5
This was more “in the moment” embarrassing, but years ago I was walking fast (okay, I was pretty much running) and got my heel stuck between cobble stones and fell down hard in front of a crowded office building, spilling my bag and ripping my hose and leaving a trail of blood as I limped to the parking garage. ... where I realized I’d lost my parking ticket and had to pay the all-day fee.
I had scabs up and down my leg and side for weeks.
Post by covergirl82 on May 15, 2018 11:23:00 GMT -5
This was a few years ago... I got up on a weekend day and didn't have my glasses on and ran right into the bedroom door, which was half-ajar. I had a bruise on my forehead for a few days. I was able to cover up the color fairly well with make-up but I couldn't cover up the bump.
I used to run a lot before kids. One day I ate it in the middle of a run - I was about 6 miles from home and didn't have my phone on me. It took me hours to hobble back home. I managed to save my knees (score!) but tweaked my IT band/hip out of joint... and my only visible injury? I managed to tear all the skin off my collarbone. MY COLLARBONE. How do you fall and hit your collarbone?!?!?
I was in PT for MONTHS because of my hip. I was like 25 with a bad hip.
Probably the stupidest was my Dad’s last Thanksgiving and I was obsessed with nailing his favorite sweet potatoes. I was rushing and tried to slice one while holding it and cut my left knuckle wide open (DH was like wow that’s bone). So we spent the morning getting me stitches and bought Boston Market sweet potatoes.
The worst part? Five years later SD was ranting at DH and threw in “and it’s always about HER like when she cut her hand open so she could take you away from me”. So a pissed teenager was the icing on that cake....and apparently continues to be...
When I was 22 to working my first real job out of college, I got a big black eye. The cause was totally innocuous - DH and I were playing catch, the ball bounced off my mitt and hit me in the face. But makeup did not conceal it at all and I was very self conscious that everyone would assume my bf beat me up or something. Nope, just uncoordinated.
I got the whole assumed boyfriend issues thing a ton when I played rugby. Lots of facial bruises and scratches, arms, legs, neck...My BIL seriously pulled me aside and yelled at me about my dating choices.
Most of my worst one involves many, many beers, plus the idiocy of youth = coverup stories hiding the fact that my drunkass fell over in a ditch, hill, sticker briar etc...
1) When I was in college, I was horsing around with a guy who grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him. And I bruised a perfect hand print around my wrist. It really looked like I had been abused. It was summer and I had to wear long sleeves.
2) Also in college I went to a punk concert and fell in the mosh pit, landing on my knees. Next day my boyfriend and I road tripped to his mom's house where he promptly got the "coming out both ends" disease. His mom felt bad for me and took me with her to dinner at a restaurant her colleagues (she was a professor) were meeting at. One of them spent a lot of time lecturing to me about the dangers of heroine. Between the knee bruises and me being underweight at the time (I have thyroid disease and before mine died and made me fat, it worked too well and made me skinny), I guess he thought I was an addict? That was super embarrassing as I had only just met the mom.
I have a new one from this evening. I gave DH a panini maker for his birthday earlier this month. I tried to move it from one counter to the other while it was open - and it snapped close and the handle hit my nose super hard.
I iced it in the hopes that there’s not a giant bruise for my client board of trustees meeting tomorrow - because I do not want to have to explain that I injured my nose on a panini maker.