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I think the worst I've ever gotten was that big gash I got on the knee. I was dragging my knees across the bed to move around and didn't see this piece of metal spring sticking out. I felt something and it was stinging, still not sure what it was and I noticed the piece of metal spring before I noticed the injury. It seemed pretty deep at the time. The gash was close to the knee cap and I could remember seeing a white mass at the bottom of the gash. Looking back on it, I don't think it was that bad since it didn't require stitches.

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I think of myself as a nice guy. I've always tried to do nice things for others. It's backfired on occasion, but never as bad as one time in kindergarten...

 

I tried to hold a door open for a classmate of mine. Unfortunately, the door was cast-iron, and I wasn't as strong then as I am now. What came next wasn't so nice. The door slammed right on my hand. It was painful. Very much so.

 

Luckily, the doctor didn't see any broken bones. But there was something much worse: paralysis. For about a month, I couldn't move my hand at all. Over the next few months after that, I slowly regained motion. It was pretty much back to normal after 4 months. But, it never completely healed. To this day, my right hand isn't as quick as my left. That said, it's not a handicap; it doesn't impair me in any way.

 

Moral of the story: be nice, but do so carefully.  :lol:

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I luckily don't get hurt very often.  I guess the worst would be when I fractured a growth plate in my ankle about a decade ago (I think that was in 3rd grade, so maybe it was as long as 15 years ago).  To this day the stupid thing still hurts from time to time, particularly when seasons change (generally the first week it becomes really cold and the first week it becomes really warm).  I'm not actually sure if that's the reason for it, but that's what I blame it on.  I also sprained that same ankle 6-7 times in a period of 7-8 years after that, which was never fun.  It got to the point where it was less, "Oh crap, I sprained my ankle!" and was more, "Oh goddammit, again?!"

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I don't get injured often, but one time in around the 2nd grade, I fell off a swing-set onto the ground below and busted my knee open. Blood was practically everywhere. I didn't go to the hospital or anything though, I just went ahead and toughed it out. Everyone was disgusted with all the blood though, didn't really bother me much. How falling off a swing-set resulted in all that blood, I'll never know. 

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When I was 7 years old I think, I was walking in the playground, and there was this guy digging in the sand. He then dug harder, sending a huge slap of wet sand in my eyes. (Got most of it in my right eye.) Well, it hurted, it hurted like hell. It was like if someone slapped you hard with a wet towel in the eyes, then a hundred of stings pierce your eyes.

 

Well, I started screaming in the middle on the playground, couldn't really move. Some people came to me, my face was full of sand. An adult came to check me out; she was sarcastic and wouldn't believe me that my eyes were full of sand. But she escorted me to the secretariat. So they told me to open the eyes. It was hard to, but I finally opened them. I was panicked because I couldn't see anything. The amount of sand in my eyes was too high, it was completly blocking any light to pass. She later told me that it was a miracle that I opened my eyes.

 

So she started removing all this with... brown paper. Seriously, it hurted like ermagherd. Mostly that my eyes were already irritated and puffed-up. So she finally removed all the sand, and sent me to class. I learned later that I would have needed some medical care for this. After school, I came back from school and told this to my parents; but they never believed me until 5 years later.

 

I had perfect sight before this accident. Now I have hundreds of scars in both eyes (mostly the right eye), and I am astigmatic. I remember coming back from school and looking at the door. It was all blurry. I thought it was because of my puffy eyes, but I later realized the my sight will always remain like this.

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Some kid with cerebral palsy threw his food at me when I was 11 (The worst thing is I was doing a sort of zipline thing, no ropes, just hold on to the handle, it was about 5 ft above the ground.

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It hit me in the shoulder and I lost my grip, I feel 5ft on my left arm hanging down, landed flat on it, and fractured my wrist, basically broke 2 bones, like, hold out your arm with your palm up, and the bone on your wrist (or 2), yeah, I broke those.

 

The only thing else is that the kid felt so bad and actually was having  a mental breakdown, it was sad to see. (He couldn't help it, I know.)  But yeah, the cool thing about it is that I can do weird things with that wrist now, heheheh... 

 

 

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I haven't had anything like you guys, but the closest thing happened a few years back.

I decided to get a pet rat from a rundown pet store. Next thing I know, I go to pet it, and it bites me THROUGH THE BARS OF THE CAGE.

It hurt miserably, and we ended up freezing him to death. After tonight, I actually feel sorry for the little carnivorous brat. Long story short, I nearly got hypothermia.

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The weirdest injury that I've ever had was when I was playing with fire (Obviously). I decided to experiment with 70% rubbing alcohol. I would light the tip of the bottle and fire would burst out about 2 inches out of the bottle and then there would be a small fire in the bottle. I don't know if the fumes of the alcohol were messing with my head or something, but for some reason I thought it would be a good idea to bring the bottle and lighter inside of my house and light it. I lit the bottle a few times inside of my house but then, I accidentaly tipped the bottle and some of the burning alcohol spilled onto my wooden desk. I panicked and tried to put the small fire out but, the bottle fell off of the desk onto my carpet. I panicked even more and ran out of my room to get some water to put the fire out. But then, my hand started to feel warm; I looked at my hand and noticed that a large flame had engulfed my hand. Apparently, the burning alcohol also spilled onto my hand when it spilled onto the carpet. I was not wearing any sort of gloves, just my bare hands. I began to flail my hand around in an attempt to put the fire out. Luckily, the fire on my hand did go out, but I still had to take care of the growing fire in my room. I got a bottle of water but then remembered that water just makes chemical fires worse. So I grabbed a towel from my bathroom and threw it over the fire; the fire was extinguished.  After my adrenaline wore off, I noticed that my hand hurt really bad, so I grabbed some ice and a bowl and stuck my hand in it for a few hours. There has been a burn mark on my carpet ever since this happened.

 

And that's why you don't play with fire...

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Weirdest: Well, one time when I was younger (7 or 8) I was standing behind my friend at a campground. He had a golf putter, and decided it was a good idea to practice a drive swing with it. He clocked me right on the ridge of my eye socket with his back swing. All I remember was seeing a black background with a big colourful star, and then nothing, because I was grasping my face freaking out. I thought I'd lost an eye, luckily I had only just suffered a cut, but I was bleeding profusely down the front of my shirt. Never lost that much blood before or since from an injury. Either that, or the time my younger brother, way back when I was about 5 or 6, chose to jam a lollipop stick into my ear when I was sleeping. It ruptured the eardrum. That was also fun times. Lucky for me, it healed, and I still have full hearing capability.

 

Worst injury: I blacked out one time, fell backwards over my chair and smoked my head off a steel door. I suffered a concussion from it, and was told I had a seizure in the short time I was out cold on the floor. That was a bad couple of months for me after it happened. I suffered a lot of anxiety attacks because of the concussion, and I stayed up for about 40 hours just because I was terrified of dying from it. I'd never had anything seriously wrong with me before, so it was a shock to my system in many ways.

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