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kage69

Lifer
Jul 17, 2003
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Had one or two really close calls, but have managed to avoid life-threatening injuries so far.

If pain is the metric, then I'd say it's a tie between getting my fingers mangled in a garage door, and having to dig out urchin spines from my leg one summer in Oman. O man that hurt.
 
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Iron Woode

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Oct 10, 1999
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no broken bones.

lots of stupid injuries as a kid.

I even cut the side of my knee open when I was 13. That left me with other issues. :(

I dislocated my right thumb while playing British bulldog at school when I was 11 or 12. That hurt like hell. Being a Boss I put it back by myself during which I screamed like a bitch.

other than that I just had sprains and road rashes from wiping out on my bicycle.
 

BD231

Lifer
Feb 26, 2001
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Skateboard.

13 years old .... went down a hill at full speed straight ahead. First was the wobble ..... then the wobble got worse ..... then, that moment when you know you're absolutely fuxored. Board shot out from under my feet and I hit the pavement head first. Woke up seconds later with a friend running up to me like DUUUUUUUUUDE THAT WAS SICK AF M8 DAAAAAAAAMMMMMN.

Nah m8, that was in fact NOT sick AF, that was whack AF ty. All was well.
 

brianmanahan

Lifer
Sep 2, 2006
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Skateboard.

13 years old .... went down a hill at full speed straight ahead. First was the wobble ..... then the wobble got worse ..... then, that moment when you know you're absolutely fuxored. Board shot out from under my feet and I hit the pavement head first. Woke up seconds later with a friend running up to me like DUUUUUUUUUDE THAT WAS SICK AF M8 DAAAAAAAAMMMMMN.

Nah m8, that was in fact NOT sick AF, that was whack AF ty. All was well.

dang... i had a close call on my bike on a hill one time. got halfway down and realized it was way too big. luckily i didn't wipe at the bottom, just managed to stay on 2 wheels.
 

GagHalfrunt

Lifer
Apr 19, 2001
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A few broken bones, all sports-related. Some stitches here and there, all sports-related. Tore the UCL in my left thumb, also sports-related. Nothing really serious. I had a bunch of minor injuries, no major ones.
 

BD231

Lifer
Feb 26, 2001
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dang... i had a close call on my bike on a hill one time. got halfway down and realized it was way too big. luckily i didn't wipe at the bottom, just managed to stay on 2 wheels.

Further evidence luck doesn't exist in my reality.
 

Ferrari355

Golden Member
Jul 29, 2000
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I work at a warehouse. Last July I screwed up my right knee lifting something. I had to get an mri and they said a joint on the left side of the knee was swollen and the knee cap was out of alignment. I missed 2 months of work and did physical therapy for 3 months.
 

DigDog

Lifer
Jun 3, 2011
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i know a way to avoid that...

nah bro.

so here is the story of the biggest hurt i think any human has experienced.

background:
i've had girlfriends. i liked my girlfriends, i enjoyed putting my wewe in their huhah. i even tolerated them when they tried to construct an argument.
i was also rather gentelmany, and wouldn't boost that "i did this or that to her", but still i was in the game mostly for the boobs.
i would totally 100% have sneaked around my current gf to have sex with her best friend. or. anyone. else.

rewind back to 1996. i'm in college, and stuff is happening for me. i'm thinner, cooler, i'm decently successful and i got some cash flow. i can positively get laid and i am actively looking to score with the best looking chick i can find. somewhere in my mind, i'm looking to settle down (she just needs to be smart, hot, and without inhibitions).

i'm walking around campus because i'm trying to recruit a classical singer for a project, and i run into this girl.

now, this girl is a public figure, so i can link a picture of her.
oh hell .. let's go all in .. have a video:

as you can see, not the hottest chick in the world. nowhere near.

now, i had to do some weird italian thing which is what you do instead of the 1 year draft everyone had to do, back then; this meant i was older than everyone else back then.
i had way more money, weed, and gear than anyone else. i dressed better (thank you italian heritage) and i had a good crew of friends.
i also had some pretty wicked deal going on where me and my buddies were organizing after hours parties, and to say they were popular is really selling it short.

i was doing *pretty good* for a freshman in college. i could get just about every chick i wanted.

but this girl .. smiled at me, and i died. it was like poison. it was like a disease.


this wasn't the same person that would see a girl and think "ooh, yes, i want her, she's hot, i'm gonna arrange it so we're alone one day and ask her to watch a movie".
this was like, i caught some massive flu or some infection and i'm hurting everywhere and "oh my god i wish i had a way for this to stop".
it's like being on withdrawal. it's like .. something's got ripped out of your body, and your soul is in constant pain because it feels it missing.

i understood what shit was happening to me: i was in love.
i've been with other girls and i now understood i've never been in love. i've been with some massive hos that made my johnson tap out and spew within a few seconds, they were so hot, but that was not love.
i've looked into the eyes of my friends and i know none of them has ever experience this hurt.

everyone around me was like, "what the heck is wrong with you bro". and boy, i was in a bad way.
i would be walking to a course and would get a whiff of her perfume, and frantically start looking for her. this was animalistic instinct, not premeditation.
The same part of my brain that earlier would scheme to get laid, was now telling myself PLEASE STOP AND GET OVER IT, or STOP ACTING LIKE AN IDIOT.

we never got together. there's some weird ass story there but it's not worth telling now.
out of this experience i learned that love isn't something you have any control over. i learned that most people go through their life without ever experiencing it.
it's ok to have a gf and to get laid but, if you can think about it, it ain't love.
love comes from the same part of you that experiences fear, the same that would be scared of falling off a building.

maybe one day i will get a business running and i will have a million bucks and i'll get laid with two chicks at the same time, but even though i would be counting my blessings, i can never have that which i struggle to admit, i actually need.


how's that for a thread derail.
 
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brianmanahan

Lifer
Sep 2, 2006
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nah bro.

so here is the story of the biggest hurt i think any human has experienced.

background:
i've had girlfriends. i liked my girlfriends, i enjoyed putting my wewe in their huhah. i even tolerated them when they tried to construct an argument.
i was also rather gentelmany, and wouldn't boost that "i did this or that to her", but still i was in the game mostly for the boobs.
i would totally 100% have sneaked around my current gf to have sex with her best friend. or. anyone. else.

rewind back to 1996. i'm in college, and stuff is happening for me. i'm thinner, cooler, i'm decently successful and i got some cash flow. i can positively get laid and i am actively looking to score with the best looking chick i can find. somewhere in my mind, i'm looking to settle down (she just needs to be smart, hot, and without inhibitions).

i'm walking around campus because i'm trying to recruit a classical singer for a project, and i run into this girl.

now, this girl is a public figure, so i can link a picture of her.
oh hell .. let's go all in .. have a video:

as you can see, not the hottest chick in the world. nowhere near.

now, i had to do some weird italian thing which is what you do instead of the 1 year draft everyone had to do, back then; this meant i was older than everyone else back then.
i had way more money, weed, and gear than anyone else. i dressed better (thank you italian heritage) and i had a good crew of friends.
i also had some pretty wicked deal going on where me and my buddies were organizing after hours parties, and to say they were popular is really selling it short.

i was doing *pretty good* for a freshman in college. i could get just about every chick i wanted.

but this girl .. smiled at me, and i died. it was like poison. it was like a disease.


this wasn't the same person that would see a girl and think "ooh, yes, i want her, she's hot, i'm gonna arrange it so we're alone one day and ask her to watch a movie".
this was like, i caught some massive flu or some infection and i'm hurting everywhere and "oh my god i wish i had a way for this to stop".
it's like being on withdrawal. it's like .. something's got ripped out of your body, and your soul is in constant pain because it feels it missing.

i understood what shit was happening to me: i was in love.
i've been with other girls and i now understood i've never been in love. i've been with some massive hos that made my johnson tap out and spew within a few seconds, they were so hot, but that was not love.
i've looked into the eyes of my friends and i know none of them has ever experience this hurt.

everyone around me was like, "what the heck is wrong with you bro". and boy, i was in a bad way.
i would be walking to a course and would get a whiff of her perfume, and frantically start looking for her. this was animalistic instinct, not premeditation.
The same part of my brain that earlier would scheme to get laid, was now telling myself PLEASE STOP AND GET OVER IT, or STOP ACTING LIKE AN IDIOT.

we never got together. there's some weird ass story there but it's not worth telling now.
out of this experience i learned that love isn't something you have any control over. i learned that most people go through their life without ever experiencing it.
it's ok to have a gf and to get laid but, if you can think about it, it ain't love.
love comes from the same part of you that experiences fear, the same that would be scared of falling off a building.

maybe one day i will get a business running and i will have a million bucks and i'll get laid with two chicks at the same time, but even though i would be counting my blessings, i can never have that which i struggle to admit, i actually need.


how's that for a thread derail.

dang man, that is heavy. it sounds more painful than anything i have felt. but also uniquely amazing at the same time. cest la vie.
 
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Bartman39

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Jul 4, 2000
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All happened about 23 years ago...

Riding home on my trusty old 1979 KZ1000 was about 2-3 miles from the house and had a guy pull out right in front of me and stopped turned 45 degrees in my lane with oncoming traffic (2 lane road also)... So jammed brakes but was way to close to the Ford PU that he was driving and slid sideways and while trying to pickup my right foot I smacked into his bumper and crushed my right foot... It knocked the bike out from under me and I went flying over his hood and landed in middle of the road... Opposing traffic saw me and stopped thank god but I landed and screwed my shoulder up too and landed on my head but thank god I was wearing a full face helmet, leather jacket, gloves & boots & jeans... By the time I got my boot off my foot was turning black and swelling very quickly... Ambulance took me to the hospital where my ex-wife was working and they took me to ER of course and while laying on a gurney with the ex-wife by my side the guy that had hit me and his wife came in and they unwrapped my foot to examine it and it was black and I mean black... Well the guys wife fainted right on the spot and fell and bumped her head right there as well... (hehe they took her too) :D

I spent the next 8 months off work and 2 1/2 months for the most part just laying around... Had a couple of surgeries to repair bones and things that were screwed but I survived...
 

Mayne

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I spent 1 year in the hospital as a little boy with an exploded appendix and massive infection afterwards. It was okay, I guess...family came by all the time for first few months..then weeks would go by and not see anyone. My 10 year old brother always came to see me. I love this man.
 
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BarkingGhostar

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Nov 20, 2009
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Age 3 broke my right femur. Then many years later I broke my left tibia and fibula (and some others).
 

brianmanahan

Lifer
Sep 2, 2006
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I spent 1 year in the hospital as a little boy with an exploded appendix and massive infection afterwards. It was okay, I guess...family came by all the time for first few months..then weeks would go by and not see anyone. My 10 year old brother always came to see me. I love this man.

whoa that's sad
 

shortylickens

No Lifer
Jul 15, 2003
80,287
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My first kidney stone had me contemplating death.


My 18th kidney stone went thru with little torment or pain. And no suicide.
 

ultimatebob

Lifer
Jul 1, 2001
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Probably that time the brakes failed on the moped I was driving and I got thrown 20 feet into the grass when I tried to make a hard turn doing about 25 mph. I broke my arm and messed up my knee pretty good.

I think that I only missed one day of work. Downside of being a contractor at the time... no sick days.
 

snoopy7548

Diamond Member
Jan 1, 2005
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This wasn't painful until I had to get the shot of local anesthesia, but it was probably my worst injury since it required surgery...

About seven years ago I was heading to a co-worker's house for some beer and videogames since his wife was out of town. The parking lot of my apartment was icy and it had just snowed. I was carrying my trash out to the dumpster before I left, and I figured I'd kill two birds with one stone and carry my six pack to my car as well. Well, I stepped off the stoop, took a few steps and started to turn, then I just slipped and fell. I looked down and I saw that I broke a bottle of beer so I was like damn it, that's one less bottle for me. Then I realized the hand that was carrying the six pack wasn't working so well anymore.

I looked down and saw that my ring and pinky fingers were gushing blood. I thought it was just a deep cut at first, but I was able to pull back some of the skin on my ring finger and see my bone. That's when I freaked out, ran inside, wrapped my hand in like 50 sheets of paper towel, then called my co-worker and told him I wouldn't make it because I cut the shit out of my fingers. His response... "can't you just put a band-aid on it?" :eek: Being the good citizen that I am, I even cleaned up the broken glass in the parking lot before taking off.

I drove myself to the ER (in a manual car, no less - shifting was interesting) and got there in record time. Lots of "this isn't good" and "whoa" from the nurses and doctor. I wasn't able to move the tip of my ring finger; it just hung limply, so I initially thought I broke it. After a quick test one of the nurses determined that I completely severed the tendon near the tip of my finger, right around the last knuckle.

They shot me up with anesthesia, sewed me up, and sent me on my way... but not before naming me The Hand. They were able to just stitch my pinky finger - the cut there wasn't as bad and it was more towards the base. I had to drive myself back to the ER later that night because they wrapped the bandage too tightly and I was too much of a pussy to unwrap it (and see the injury) myself, and when I walked back in they were all like, "here comes The Hand! Hey! The Hand is back!"

Anyways, a few days later a plastic surgeon at the hospital re-attached the tendon in his office and did a really freaking good job. I had a couple of months of PT and I managed to regain pretty much all of my strength and movement. But to this day, I have never cracked the knuckle at the tip of my ring finger since the injury. Just feels like it would hurt if I did.
 

brianmanahan

Lifer
Sep 2, 2006
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They shot me up with anesthesia, sewed me up, and sent me on my way... but not before naming me The Hand. They were able to just stitch my pinky finger - the cut there wasn't as bad and it was more towards the base. I had to drive myself back to the ER later that night because they wrapped the bandage too tightly and I was too much of a pussy to unwrap it (and see the injury) myself, and when I walked back in they were all like, "here comes The Hand! Hey! The Hand is back!"

talk to the hand!
 
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