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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One xmas eve, I was standing behind the sofa while everyone else was watching telly. There happened to be a chest expander to hand. Well, at full stretch, it slipped out of my left hand, and a big sharp bit caught me on the chin. You could see the bone. Still, it could have been worse. Two people died in A&E in the two hours I was there to get the 7 stitches it took to fix it up.
A couple of years ago I was hopping up a kerb on my bicycle at about 2mph. I pulled the back wheel up (clip-ins), but must have still had the front brakes on as I went straight over the handlebars. Very, very painful. My arms were a little sore, but I thought, oh, well, I'll ride the 4 miles or so home. But first a bit of first aid for the bike. I had to get the brake levers back into position by smashing them with my less-sore right hand. I got half way home when I realised that my rather expensive watch appeared to be missing. Hey, it was still there - some good luck. I eventually got to the hospital and discovered a fractured radial head on my right arm, and a large chip off my left ulna at the wrist. Two years later and my right elbow is a joke. I have a metal radial head, and a joint that feels like a bag of spanners mixed with grit and sand.
I have one small-ish scar on my finger where I stupidly caught a large cleaver when doing the dishes. I've never bled so much in my life. I wrapped it in kitchen towel and duck tape, and it stopped bleeding in a day or so. But cleaning the floor of the kitchen was spectacular. Like a mass murder scene.
All for now.
( , Wed 8 Sep 2004, 14:34, Reply)
One xmas eve, I was standing behind the sofa while everyone else was watching telly. There happened to be a chest expander to hand. Well, at full stretch, it slipped out of my left hand, and a big sharp bit caught me on the chin. You could see the bone. Still, it could have been worse. Two people died in A&E in the two hours I was there to get the 7 stitches it took to fix it up.
A couple of years ago I was hopping up a kerb on my bicycle at about 2mph. I pulled the back wheel up (clip-ins), but must have still had the front brakes on as I went straight over the handlebars. Very, very painful. My arms were a little sore, but I thought, oh, well, I'll ride the 4 miles or so home. But first a bit of first aid for the bike. I had to get the brake levers back into position by smashing them with my less-sore right hand. I got half way home when I realised that my rather expensive watch appeared to be missing. Hey, it was still there - some good luck. I eventually got to the hospital and discovered a fractured radial head on my right arm, and a large chip off my left ulna at the wrist. Two years later and my right elbow is a joke. I have a metal radial head, and a joint that feels like a bag of spanners mixed with grit and sand.
I have one small-ish scar on my finger where I stupidly caught a large cleaver when doing the dishes. I've never bled so much in my life. I wrapped it in kitchen towel and duck tape, and it stopped bleeding in a day or so. But cleaning the floor of the kitchen was spectacular. Like a mass murder scene.
All for now.
( , Wed 8 Sep 2004, 14:34, Reply)
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