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My eyesight isn’t great. I was looking for a bathroom in a restaurant, assumed I found a door, but instead of using my hands to push it like a normal person, I slammed my body into it, smashing my nose.
Also, it wasn’t a door. It was just glass.
Head hurt for the rest of the day, and I was bleeding for a bit too!
Once spilt a drink on a polished wooden floor so I cleaned it up then thought hey furniture polish would definitely get rid of any stickyness.
Worked way too well I slipped on it about a minute later and somehow broke a toe.
Haha. Pledge on the wood floor, classic. We did that on accident and spent the next week slipping on it until we scrubbed it with wood floor cleaner. It took scrubbing it three or four times before it was no longer a hazard.
This is how I got caught for throwing a house party in high school. Cleaned the kitchen floor with pledge, left a slippy spot and my dad slipped and fell on it the moment they got home.
I stepped out into the street and broke my foot off
did they re attach it?
Yes, it took a titanium rod and like 9 screws to reattach. They didn't believe me at first and thought I was being dramatic until they took my boot off.
Edited cause it didn't make sense. And to add pic https://imgur.com/a/Bk0fdIZ , also it was 11 screws and I can't count. I thought the really long screw was a rod.
Oooh titanium fibula plate gang!
I got mine out only 18 months after having it put in cause my screws were popping out and my plate was grinding against my bone and very painfully pressing in. Got a shiny secondary scar where my wound popped open when they removed the stitches . Apparently I wasn't done cooking yet.
Nothing but ugly scars left behind now.
Youch! Mine is still in there like ~~a decade~~ 17 years later, it's only sensitive when it gets bumped. I haven't even asked about getting it removed but apparently it's "elective" which even in a country with socialised medicare means you can pay through the nose.
Edit: am old
Yeah, had mine not been popping it would still be in there cause it would be considered elective, but they had to do something before it broke skin.
I was playing with my cat, chasing him and all that. He took a quick 90° turn around the couch. My hand took a quick 90° turn against the couch. Broke my finger :)
Sprained my ankle lying in bed. On my own.
Lol but...how???
Was staying in a hotel on a work trip. We arrived late, tired, busy day ahead. The bed was made up with the sheets all stupidly tight and I didn't yank them off as normal but got in and fell asleep. I never sleep well the first night in a new place, I obviously turned over in the night and my foot was pinned by the sheet.
Was a fun few days trying to coordinate a conference while unable to walk.
Had a Diana 27 air rifle growing up. You bend the barrel to charge it up with air pressure. Young me had poor grasp of how leverage works, and I gripped it too close to the joint. Once it was almost fully bent, my hand started slipping towards the open breech, and once it reached it the barrel snapped back, cutting two parallel incisions in the skin flap between my thumb and forefinger.
I got four...ugh...embarrassing...but one is not any fault on myself.
1.) Sprained my ankle sliding to first base at my cousins birthday party. Found out I'm overly competitive in sports and stopped playing them lol.
2.) Ripped up my arms on a hiking trip with my brother. Gor up to a 15 foot cliff and thought it'd be fun to jump out to a tree and shimmy my way down. Didn't get enough grip with my feet and ended up using my arms to slow my descent.
3.) Got intoxicated and fell over onto a sidewalk cracking one of my teeth, had to have a fake tooth put in.
4.) Spiller hot coffee on me when I was young leaving burns. I only remember wearing an itchy jacket and taking it off and hiding it when I could.
Self-harm all over my leg
Tried to catch a knife I dropped, forgetting the old maxim: “a dropped knife has no handle.”
Walking drunk up the stairs - missed a step and landed on my knee. Hair line fracture.
Not me, but my brother ran into a cinder block wall in a foot race yesterday, cheek first fortunately. Ended up needing 6 stitches and having a hefty black eye and we're lucky that's all he got.
I once managed to trip over a 5 cm metal ledge that I only noticed when I kicked into it while walking into a parking garage.
I fell over, fell on a knee that was just healed after another less stupid fall and scraped both hands badly too when I tried to break my fall.
So stupid!
Oh and it was after a concert and there were a lot of people present just watching me get up, crying in pain.
So it was my most embarrassing one too.
As a kid, a bunch of friends and I smashed glass bottles for fun while barefoot. I have no idea what the hell we were thinking, but predicably I cut my big toe pretty bad.
I then walked around for a while, with everyone telling me I had a bleeding gash in my toe. I didn't believe them and wouldn't even look. It took my mom telling me for me to finally look down, and when I did I nearly passed out from the sight of my own idiocy pouring out of me.
Not my smartest moment, for damn sure.
There was a ledge at school about 4 foot off the ground and maybe 2 foot wide that the kids would walk on to be cool. The classrooms had these windows that you had to crank open and they swung from hinges at the top, so the opened into a kind of lean to shape. Those were about 5 foot above the ledge.
Sooo...After school, i was running back to the band hall to grab my clarinet before my parents came to pick me up...on the ledge...looking down so i didnt fal...not realizing the window was open...and wham, right into the side edge of the window.
Hit my forehead, thank God I didn't fall of the ledge as well. I got 4 stitches and had to hold my head together anytime I laughed or smiled for 3 weeks...
God, I felt dumb.
Slicing my index finger with a cheese knife.
