Embarrassing Injuries
Sometimes 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.
( , Thu 2 Sep 2004, 10:25)
Sometimes 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.
( , Thu 2 Sep 2004, 10:25)
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Stupid 'flu
When I was about 12, I had the 'flu. It was the standard feeling-like-hell, always too hot or too cold, influenza bit.
I mostly awoke in the middle of one night, in a puddle of sweat, feeling far too warm. So, in my addled state, I decided to open the window, which was within easy reach, right next to my bed.
This was a very old rattly window, and some synapse misfired as I placed my palm flat against the glass. Instead of pushing upward, I pushed forward.
I remember my hand going through the glass, resulting in a nice breeze. I also remember waking up later that morning wondering where the puddle of blood came from.
Ever since, I have an inch-long half-inch-wide scar on my left wrist which always prompts people to think I tried and failed at suicide.
( , Tue 7 Sep 2004, 0:09, Reply)
When I was about 12, I had the 'flu. It was the standard feeling-like-hell, always too hot or too cold, influenza bit.
I mostly awoke in the middle of one night, in a puddle of sweat, feeling far too warm. So, in my addled state, I decided to open the window, which was within easy reach, right next to my bed.
This was a very old rattly window, and some synapse misfired as I placed my palm flat against the glass. Instead of pushing upward, I pushed forward.
I remember my hand going through the glass, resulting in a nice breeze. I also remember waking up later that morning wondering where the puddle of blood came from.
Ever since, I have an inch-long half-inch-wide scar on my left wrist which always prompts people to think I tried and failed at suicide.
( , Tue 7 Sep 2004, 0:09, Reply)
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