Embarrassing InjuriesSometimes your mind isn't quite on the job in hand, the throes of passion get, well, passionate and something goes painfully wrong. Ok, so you wouldn't tell your mates how you got injured, but you can tell us... we won't laugh. Much.
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rob, Thu 2 Sep 2004, 10:25)
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Mini Grim ReaperI was about 14.
We were at a friend's house mowing the lawn for extra pocket money, when we realised that we couldn't cut the long grass against the raised patio.
I quickly remembered that my dad have a sickle - (like a sythe, but smaller and handheld, the handle drops a couple of inches before the blade so that the blade falls below your hand) - in his shed, and I cycled home on my BMX to get it.
Upon returning I grabbed a clump of grass and gave the sickle a big swing but it didn't cut the grass.
You see, although I remembered that my dad had a sickle, I'd somehow forgetten that he was left-handed, so holding it right-handedly made the blade several inches higher then it should have been, and I'd chopped myself squarley on the thumb with it.
I cycled home with blood pouring from my hand and fell off my bike with the dizzyness. I didn't want to go to hospital so I just wrapped it tighly with a bandage and didn't tell anyone for a few days (kept hiding my hand).
Luckily it healed pretty good, but I still have an horrendous scar on my thumb :(
Apologies for the non-sexual nature of that one.
(, Fri 3 Sep 2004, 1:59, Reply)
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