First, a warning:
The following pictures may or may not be for the faint of heart. Gore is work safe so don't worry about that.
Second, the proof:
That doesn't look so good, man.
It doesn't look any better close up, either.
I'll just walk it off!
Third, the story:
I was at my school's gym, minding my own business, when I had just laid down on a flat bench to do some flys. As soon as I had hoised my weights above me, I'm greeted with a lovely smashing sensation to the face. I throw my weights down, jump up, put my hand to head, remove it, and it's covered in blood. I think, "Holy sh|t." I cup my hands in front of my face as blood pours into them and take off for the office at the gym. My friend who was across the gym at the time runs with me and valiantly tosses anyone in the way out of the way. He's awesome.
What happened, you ask? Well, adjacent to the bench I was working on is a rack for curl bars. Some skinny, never-been-in-a-gym-and-has-no-concept-of-gravity-and-simple-physics guy decides it'd be a great idea to take all the weight (which wasn't his as it was a sizeable amount) off one end of the bar leaving the weight on the other side. Naturally the heavy end falls down, the now empty end whips around, and lands squarely on my face. Let's hear it for idiocy.
Anyway, an ambulance ride and 12 stiches later, I'm doing okay. The pain wasn't that bad but the massive bruising and throbbing is sure to worsen in the coming days. I'm probably going to a plastic surgeon tomorrow to make sure I don't get any bad scaring because, and let's be honest here, that's not a face you want to mess up.
Moral of the story: Don't be a moron and, if you are, make sure to only hurt yourself.
The following pictures may or may not be for the faint of heart. Gore is work safe so don't worry about that.
Second, the proof:
That doesn't look so good, man.
It doesn't look any better close up, either.
I'll just walk it off!
Third, the story:
I was at my school's gym, minding my own business, when I had just laid down on a flat bench to do some flys. As soon as I had hoised my weights above me, I'm greeted with a lovely smashing sensation to the face. I throw my weights down, jump up, put my hand to head, remove it, and it's covered in blood. I think, "Holy sh|t." I cup my hands in front of my face as blood pours into them and take off for the office at the gym. My friend who was across the gym at the time runs with me and valiantly tosses anyone in the way out of the way. He's awesome.
What happened, you ask? Well, adjacent to the bench I was working on is a rack for curl bars. Some skinny, never-been-in-a-gym-and-has-no-concept-of-gravity-and-simple-physics guy decides it'd be a great idea to take all the weight (which wasn't his as it was a sizeable amount) off one end of the bar leaving the weight on the other side. Naturally the heavy end falls down, the now empty end whips around, and lands squarely on my face. Let's hear it for idiocy.
Anyway, an ambulance ride and 12 stiches later, I'm doing okay. The pain wasn't that bad but the massive bruising and throbbing is sure to worsen in the coming days. I'm probably going to a plastic surgeon tomorrow to make sure I don't get any bad scaring because, and let's be honest here, that's not a face you want to mess up.
Moral of the story: Don't be a moron and, if you are, make sure to only hurt yourself.
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