Ouch!
A friend was once given a biopsy by a sleep-deprived junior doctor.
They needed a sample of his colon, so inserted the long bendy jaws-on-the-end thingy, located the suspect area and... he shot through the ceiling. Doctor had forgotten to administer any anaesthetic.
What was your ouchiest moment?
( , Thu 29 Jul 2010, 17:29)
A friend was once given a biopsy by a sleep-deprived junior doctor.
They needed a sample of his colon, so inserted the long bendy jaws-on-the-end thingy, located the suspect area and... he shot through the ceiling. Doctor had forgotten to administer any anaesthetic.
What was your ouchiest moment?
( , Thu 29 Jul 2010, 17:29)
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Snow laughing matter!
A few years ago, when I was 16 or 17, I went sledging with some friends during a snowy spell.
A friend had what was basicly a snow mobile without the engine. His girl friend was steering the beast whilst I rode bitch, she took it over a little ridge that acted like a jump. The landing hurt rather a lot, but the worst was yet to come.
Dragging the sled back to the top of the hill we went again. Mercifully, a family blocked the jump, so the ride was sure to be less jarring, right? Wrong! Mates gf decides to swerve to avoid the family, and we hit the jump at an angle. I tried to raise my arse from the seat avoiding the brunt of the impact. This was a mistake. The already unstable flight was further upset, sending us into what experts refer to as a "death spiral" (possibly). Our bodies were flung from the sled, without a trace of dignity. I flew in a star shape, arms and legs sticking out, which is obviously not a good position to fall in. Landing on my left leg, I felt it bend to the right. Now I'm no doctor, but I know that my leg shouldent fold that way. I still had alot of momentum, I was sent rolling down the hill in short, faster then the poor girl, who I was about to roll over. Instinctivly, I grabbed hold and used my arms to push so that I didn't smash my head off hers, or squash her organs or any outher act that would get me in trouble with my mate.
We skidded to a halt, friends running over to fuss over her, whilst I waited for them to summon help. My friends instead turned to me and told me to get up, and stop being soft. "I broke my fucking leg!" I growled through gritted teeth. They didn't belive me. After a couple of minuets, my leg began to get some feeling back, so I struggled to my knees. Gingerly I stood, testing my leg, finding it painfull, but not broken. I'm not sure how I avoided serious injury, but I've never felt pain like that.
Still, didn't stop me going down again :D
( , Mon 2 Aug 2010, 11:05, 3 replies)
A few years ago, when I was 16 or 17, I went sledging with some friends during a snowy spell.
A friend had what was basicly a snow mobile without the engine. His girl friend was steering the beast whilst I rode bitch, she took it over a little ridge that acted like a jump. The landing hurt rather a lot, but the worst was yet to come.
Dragging the sled back to the top of the hill we went again. Mercifully, a family blocked the jump, so the ride was sure to be less jarring, right? Wrong! Mates gf decides to swerve to avoid the family, and we hit the jump at an angle. I tried to raise my arse from the seat avoiding the brunt of the impact. This was a mistake. The already unstable flight was further upset, sending us into what experts refer to as a "death spiral" (possibly). Our bodies were flung from the sled, without a trace of dignity. I flew in a star shape, arms and legs sticking out, which is obviously not a good position to fall in. Landing on my left leg, I felt it bend to the right. Now I'm no doctor, but I know that my leg shouldent fold that way. I still had alot of momentum, I was sent rolling down the hill in short, faster then the poor girl, who I was about to roll over. Instinctivly, I grabbed hold and used my arms to push so that I didn't smash my head off hers, or squash her organs or any outher act that would get me in trouble with my mate.
We skidded to a halt, friends running over to fuss over her, whilst I waited for them to summon help. My friends instead turned to me and told me to get up, and stop being soft. "I broke my fucking leg!" I growled through gritted teeth. They didn't belive me. After a couple of minuets, my leg began to get some feeling back, so I struggled to my knees. Gingerly I stood, testing my leg, finding it painfull, but not broken. I'm not sure how I avoided serious injury, but I've never felt pain like that.
Still, didn't stop me going down again :D
( , Mon 2 Aug 2010, 11:05, 3 replies)
"His girl friend was steering the beast whilst I rode bitch"
that's why you lost control. Don't shag whilst sledging.
( , Mon 2 Aug 2010, 11:10, closed)
that's why you lost control. Don't shag whilst sledging.
( , Mon 2 Aug 2010, 11:10, closed)
where was this?
I saw something very like this happen a few years ago...
( , Mon 2 Aug 2010, 21:12, closed)
I saw something very like this happen a few years ago...
( , Mon 2 Aug 2010, 21:12, closed)
It was cleadon hills in south shields.
And I wasn't trying to shag, good thing too, would of snapped my knob off.
( , Mon 2 Aug 2010, 21:28, closed)
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