Post by ProfessorArtNerd on Jan 22, 2024 16:00:41 GMT -5
How could I forget!? I also broke my thumb from slamming my fist on a cheer mat to keep time. My squad that I was coaching was losing the beat. They found it though!
I ran across a road when I saw a car coming. Very stupid. It looked far away but they were going very fast. The fact I didn’t die I attribute to pure luck and being young (I was 21). Besides being generally battered and bruised my only real injury was a broken tailbone. Tailbone still bothers me 20 years later but I’m glad to be alive!
Post by litebright on Jan 22, 2024 16:45:52 GMT -5
Probably the single dumbest was when I was making mac & cheese for myself in HS, the pot started boiling over because I wasn't paying attention to it, and after I moved the pot to another burner, I immediately grabbed the stovetop grate to pull that off as well. With my bare hand. At least I turned off the gas first? The burn went across my palm/fingers and took a very long time to fade.
I have also, multiple times, grabbed--VERY briefly!--pans from the oven or pots/pot handles on the stovetop without mitts, and instantly regretted my absentmindedness.
Post by pumpkincat on Jan 22, 2024 17:35:49 GMT -5
I did slam squats with a medicine ball that I didn't realize was a bouncy one and not just sand filled. 15lbs came back up to my face same time as I was squatting. Pretty sure I broke my nose.
Post by BlondeSpiders on Jan 22, 2024 17:47:41 GMT -5
I chipped my tooth sliding on some ice when I was 9. Slipped backwards and landed teeth-first on the ice. After my mom warned me not to slide on the ice. You know I heard about that for years afterward.
Chipped that same dumb tooth a year later in the stupidest possible way. You know when you climb the rope in gym class, and they pile up a bunch of mats right below the rope? I tripped on a mat, fell backwards onto the pile, then the rope swung at my mouth and chipped the same tooth.
Post by pinkdutchtulips on Jan 22, 2024 19:16:39 GMT -5
I tried to sit down at a wedding reception. I missed the chair and my knee buckled resulting in a severe strain of my ACL.
I played competitive sports through college and the worst thing that happened was that I hyperextended my year my junior year of HS. I go to a friend's wedding reception and BAM there goes my knee!
I gave myself tennis elbow playing Wii tennis back when it first came out.
I've thrown my back out too many ways to count, but memorable ones include: picking up cat toys from the floor, getting up off the toilet, and washing my face in sink.
My subluxed knee cap that eventually resulted in surgery after years of pain (and that continues to vex me to this day) was a "karate" injury. Except that karate injury was moving from quadruped position to kneeling position during opening prayer, and was quite literally one the most benign things my martial art style did. It was really just happenstance that it happened during class, and not while say, scrubbing my bathtub. (And my orthos have all warned me to be careful of my other knee, because it's a weird anatomy thing at the root of the problem.)
Post by mysteriouswife on Jan 22, 2024 20:28:25 GMT -5
My brother and I were chasing one another through a toys r us parking lot. I fell into a brand new BMW with drive-out tags. I sprained my ankle. I didn’t follow doctor orders and tore tendons around my Achilles.
We were grown ass adults. He was in his 30’s I was late 20’s
I can cut myself with just about anything. Notable things have included: tuna pouch and frozen potsticker.
A pillow and had to fill out an accident report in Target. I have no damn clue how I cut myself either. I was in the bathroom and a woman saw me bleeding. She got the manager who made me fill out the report. Dumbest hour of my life
I slipped on a cloth diaper (a clean one!) that was on the floor and broke and dislocated my ankle. I was by myself with my 1yo and had to call 911 and take an ambulance to the hospital. My son loved the ambulance ride and the attention that the medics and then the nurses gave him. I had to have surgery and have a plate and 5 screws put in.
I have also, multiple times, grabbed--VERY briefly!--pans from the oven or pots/pot handles on the stovetop without mitts, and instantly regretted my absentmindedness.
This was going to be mine. Pan/oven roast a chicken breast, pull it out correctly, then grab the handle bare handed, with conviction, when making a pan sauce. Way too many times
I ended up getting one of these which fully solved the issue.
I have also, multiple times, grabbed--VERY briefly!--pans from the oven or pots/pot handles on the stovetop without mitts, and instantly regretted my absentmindedness.
This was going to be mine. Pan/oven roast a chicken breast, pull it out correctly, then grab the handle bare handed, with conviction, when making a pan sauce. Way too many times
I ended up getting one of these which fully solved the issue.
Same lol. And I also bought a similar sleeve to cover the handle after it's been in the oven, but I didn't actually start using it until H burned his hand this way. I had a regular pot holder draped over the handle, but it had fallen off. I had warned him that it was super hot, but I still felt so bad. I'm much more conscious of using the sleeve now.
Oh I remembered another one. It was late 1980s, I was alone in the car waiting for my mom to finish grocery shopping (my how times have changed) and decided to push in the cigarette lighter. I wanted to see just how hot it actually was, so when it popped, I stuck my thumb down inside it. I still have a faint circular scar on my left thumb.
I cracked two ribs at a hockey game about 10 years ago. (No, I didn't get into a fight on the ice lol) I was wearing heeled boots and ran up to the stairs during intermission and I started to lose my balance--like falling over backwards. I would have seriously injured myself if I fell backwards, so I grabbed the metal bars at the top of the stairs, which caused me to swing to the right up against the hard armrest of a seat. My side smacked the armrest, and I heard/felt the pop of my ribs. It hurt so bad I thought I was going to pass out. I was still clinging to the rail, trying to catch my breath. I eventually went to the ER. There wasn't a lot they could do. Took 6-8 weeks before I felt semi comfortable.
"Why would you ruin perfectly good peanuts by adding candy corn? That's like saying hey, I have these awesome nachos, guess I better add some dryer lint." - Nonny
I was making my bed and pulling the blankets up towards the headboard. The blanket got stuck at the bottom, so as I tugged it stayed put and my hand flung back and smashed into the wrought iron headboard. I ended up in a wrist brace with massive bruising.
In college I sprained my ankle so badly that I was in a boot for 8 weeks, multiple cortisone shots, and then ended up needing surgery on it a year later to finally repair the damage. At the time, I was a dance teacher so people assumed the injury was dance related. Nope. I had tripped walking down some stairs and rolled my ankle because I'm a clumsy hot mess.
I was super into the summer Olympics in 1984 (i was 7) because my mom was a volunteer with them - i loved watching the swimming and diving. I thought I could also be a diving superstar so I jumped off the edge of our country club pool and did some twists in mid air, slamming my chin into the concrete side on the way in and knocking myself out. I was rescued by the life guard and got stitches on a lounge chair next to the pool by a dr friend who was there (the 80s were a wild and lawless time lol)
This is one of my worst nightmares. I have trouble watching people jump/dive off the sides of pools even though child me did all the crazy trick jumps and dives and lived. Adult me is much more anxious.
Mine is that I cut my eye by washing my face. I was using a facewash in the shower that had 'exfoliating beads' in it, and some soap got in my eye. And apparently some of the beads didn't come out. I stood with my eye open under the shower water for a while, then got out and poured a ton of contact solution in my eye (all while in some intense pain), but after that didn't work I couldn't even keep my eye open. So I got dressed, got the kids off to school, and called my MIL to drive me to urgent care. I remember the numbing drops he put in my eye being the best feeling in the world after all that irritation. He was able to get all the beads out with just a q-tip, so then I just needed to use antibiotic drops for a few days to make sure it didn't get infected.
This was going to be mine. Pan/oven roast a chicken breast, pull it out correctly, then grab the handle bare handed, with conviction, when making a pan sauce. Way too many times
I ended up getting one of these which fully solved the issue.
Same lol. And I also bought a similar sleeve to cover the handle after it's been in the oven, but I didn't actually start using it until H burned his hand this way. I had a regular pot holder draped over the handle, but it had fallen off. I had warned him that it was super hot, but I still felt so bad. I'm much more conscious of using the sleeve now.
it's not as much about protecting the handle. It's more a giant warning of do not touch. This has been in the oven, you idiot.
We have a wood burning stove in our finished basement that I love. So warm and cozy down there. I have burned my arm on the top edge of the door by trying to reach over the top to grab the handle to close it. That’s a legit accident, not really that dumb. The dumb part is that I’ve done this same thing at the start of every winter about 4 years in a row because I forget not to do it. So I have about 4 fading burn marks on my right forearm in a row going up my arm. Thankfully it’s been several years since that last time I did this so they are starting to fade but I’ve had 2 doctors ask me about the marks on my arm and when I explain, they really don’t look like they believe me. It looks more like self-harm and it makes me self-conscious.
Post by maudefindlay on Jan 24, 2024 9:09:32 GMT -5
When I was a kid in the 80s there were commercials for some kind of body spray and the commercials just made it seem so luxurious and of course all of them had French sounding names and the models would glamorously spray themselves a very generous amount all across their bodies. Well 7 year old Maude found some in the back of the bathroom cabinet and so I, of course, renacted the commercial after my shower. Cue instant, intense burning. I knew immediately I had done something wrong. I tried to wait it out hoping the pain would pass and it only got worse to the point I finally yelled out for my Mom. Turns out what I was pronouncing as [may say] was not French, it was Mace. I sprayed myself with Mace.
macmars45 I have a subtle set of scars on my hand from a cheese grater incident from years ago. I asked for the olive garden cheese grater for Christmas this year. Aside from how easy it makes grating cheese - no risk of grating my own skin off!
That is a two handed operation cheese grater so it isn't an option for me due to my cerebral palsy. I'm glad you have a good solution though. :-)
When I was about six I decided to try to swing across the top of a metal swing set. Of course I fell, but on the way down I caught my back on a screw that was sticking out. 7 stitches and I can still see the scar
Poor shoes on the cobblestones in Italy. I was so mad at myself, I cried. We were there for two weeks for my 40th birthday, first class, five star hotels and my first full day there I roll my ankle so bad that I can't walk without crutches. So, we stayed in Florence but had planned to go to Venice and Rome. It was still a wonderful trip but I was so pissed at myself and never wore shoes without ankle support since then.
When I was like 8 or 9 my brother and I were running at the couch and flipping over the back. One time the couch fell and landed on us. The frame of the couch came down on my nose and broke it.
A little over a year ago I was walking out of the barn and the next thing I knew I was looking at the sky. Ended up tearing a tendon and a ligament in my ankle.
When I was a kid in the 80s there were commercials for some kind of body spray and the commercials just made it seem so luxurious and of course all of them had French sounding names and the models would glamorously spray themselves a very generous amount all across their bodies. Well 7 year old Maude found some in the back of the bathroom cabinet and so I, of course, renacted the commercial after my shower. Cue instant, intense burning. I knew immediately I had done something wrong. I tried to wait it out hoping the pain would pass and it only got worse to the point I finally yelled out for my Mom. Turns out what I was pronouncing as [may say] was not French, it was Mace. I sprayed myself with Mace.