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i needed 15 stitches on my left thumb in college because i was trying to get the zip ties off a nerf gun package with something similar to this guy
that was a fun night at the er
that was a fun night at the er
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It's still a little swollen!
The way flint-lock muskets work is that the flint strikes a piece of steel to create sparks to ignite the gunpowder. It literally scrapes away the steel to create the sparks, so in addition to flint being hard, it has to be very sharp.
These happened to be brand new muskets with a brand new flint. It was extremely sharp. It's the only time in my life I've a) gotten dizzy from blood loss and b) required stitches.
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That would be painful spider knives are sharp as fuck
I once dropped a wine glass on the floor and stepped on one of the biggest pieces I missed somehow. It went into my big toe from the side near the nail bed. It bled like a fucker but I didn't go to the ER I just applied pressure until it stopped
Tried to walk it off for about 20 dizzy minutes (I was on nights) but it wouldn't stop bleeding and I knew I couldn't pass it by day shift. So I ended up getting sent to the ER and having three staples slapped in with no local.
Fun night. Got back to work and finished the shift over production.
Possibly the worst incident I've had though... umm, not sure how much I should share on the forums, but in politest terms
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had to meander through central park, blind, covered in blood, and got a halal cart guy to call an ambulance for me
60 stitches (two layers, very tight stitches) and a cool bond villain scar through my eyebrow
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Now, slightly further to the left of that pole was more big, metal swingset.
Assuming you're picturing what happened correctly, you won't be very surprised to hear that a bolt decided to punch a dime-sized hole in me.
Worst part about it was that somehow it was on the back of my knee? So while I wasn't really having as much pain or bleeding as expected from said puncture, local anesthetics just straight up weren't working for the subsequent stitches.
And that's where I remember all the pain from this incident. Holy shit, that was not fun.
Oh, absolutely. The full-pain stitches themselves were no joke, either.
it wasn't a big knife, like, a paring knife, and it just slid along my upper back fat, but when they showed it to me, I passed out.
that's probably my biggest injury. I've broken my nose a couple times, and a leg, but those were inconvenient more than anything.
I got a boxer's fracture on my right hand and I can't close my pinkie all the way.
edit: oh, scars and several gang burns on my arm because I was drunk and deeply unwell.
didn't take.
Once we were almost at the bottom of the hill when my cousin bailed right in front of me. While he was rolling to a stop, I ran directly into him and my board stayed behind while I continued down the hill.
I did not roll to a stop. I supermanned for a while until my trajectory intersected with the asphalt, then I skidded on my head, shoulder, and hip bone until friction brought me to a halt. I distinctly remember the feeling of my skull scraping the pavement and thinking "I better get up before this starts hurting or I'm not going to get up." And so when I stopped I immediately sprang to my feet, the pain hit me, and I yelled "FUCK" louder than I ever had before or since.
But of course we were marching at a football game in a neighboring town that evening, so I applied some liquid bandaid to the fist-sized abrasion where my jeans and shirt had parted ways and got on the bus. The bass drum harness was not extremely great.
One of the chaperones was an EMT, so I had her check my pupils for signs of a concussion. She said to go to the hospital if I started pissing blood, but otherwise there wasn't much I could do except keep everything clean and stop putting a bass drum directly on the wounds.
Fifteen years later, a weird pimple on my forearm turned out to be a little chunk of asphalt working its way out.
Fortunately never in the US, where I do not trust the medical system.
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I've got a small scar, but you can't see it because of my beard.
Had to go and get a tetanus booster and avoid the lake for a couple of days
I've also had a dinghy capsize onto me and somebody else's boom whang me in the head when they went into an uncontrolled gybe right next to me
Basically, don't sail, people: shit's dangerous
But I have broken my arm saving my child after slipping on a downhill patch of ice.
Didn’t heal right so I ended up with a metal plate and screws in my right arm.
She just kinda packed it with gauze and wrapped it up and it looks fine now, thirty years later, so...
As it turns out, having a staph infection on your lips means you effectively can't really eat or drink until it starts to scab over and heal. I was barely intaking enough water to stay alive, and I lost so much weight so rapidly that the only pants what fit were the two pairs of sweatpants I had with built-in cinch cords.
If you have the chance the experience a staph infection of any serious magnitude in your lifetime, I heartily recommend that you take a pass. 0/5 stars, do not recommend.
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Don't wrap dog leashes around your fingers, folks, wrap it around the heel of your hand.
A year ago today I was cutting the grass fairly late in the afternoon, and a few wasps were being jerks. One landed on my right arm and I reflexively jerked that arm to shoo it away. Only problem was, the sickle was in my hand. I wasn't aware of the actual cut itself, but when I looked down and saw the river of blood starting to well up and head towards my sock, I realized what I had done.
I went to the hospital for the first time since the day I was born, and got seven stitches.
Still use the sickle, but I wear long pants when I do yardwork now.
Couldn’t sleep for a week
We have a pretty long lead for our dog, with a carabiner attached to the end and three metal rings at different points along the lead, so you can clip the carabiner to different rings to adjust the length. Every time I walk her I will have half a dozen moments where I absent-mindedly wrap the lead around my fingers and put a finger through one of the rings because it feels nice to hold, before realising what a terrible idea that is. And then do it again a few minutes later.
Actually, put the loop over the thumb of your hand and wrap the loose bit up into a figure-8 or accordion that you grip in your palm
The thumb muscle is stronger and you get the benefit of your knuckles being able to grip with less risk of wrists being harmed
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i'm still in my 30s so there's a bunch of medical disagreement over whether it's worth costly, invasive procedures to check for a cancer that has a low incidence in men my age, and also that usually takes quite a while to progress to the life threatening stage. i saw a stat that said most men die with prostate cancer rather than of it. buttttttttt some doctors still support it being done a second time if the PSA result hasn't gone down, to maybe catch the first test's false negative.
here's the ouch part: if they do it again, i'm told that instead of going in my butt they will burrow in through my taint. what an exciting concept.
Because my bio dad had colorectal cancer in his 50s and they found a 2cm polyp in me with my first one which was early considering my age the GI wants me to go in like every 3 years the rest of my life basically.
Well they got it out and they were supposed to put a stent in me for a few weeks but they nicked the wall of my ureter which caused a blockage between my kidney and bladder and they couldn't get the stent past it at all.
Woke up in the worst pain in my life, absolutely horrible, my bladder was backing up really bad and Dilaudid and morphine was doing less than nothing for the pain.
So they had to go put me under a like ct machine where they could guide a big ass needle between my bottom to ribs between a plane of muscle there, called a nephrostomy, relieved the pain right away but my stent went in through that too help my ureter heal and so I had a plastic tube poking out my back for like a month which wasn't fun. They capped it too so that the urine would drain down properly and my kidney would heal right, but unfortunately three pressure of my bladder when I went to the bathroom meant it backed up the tube anyway and kinda out of the hole where the tube was. It was gross and humiliating and they somehow I guess expected me to wear the same gross dressing for a full calendar month.