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what've you done to yourself. BLEACH BURN OWWWWW
I saw someone sand the top of their finger off in woodwork. It was pretty horrible.
because the ones in my current flat stick out further than the edge of the bench
and it pierced my foot.
ate my content, i trod on an earring and it pierced my foot.
when i decided that the pointy side was not dry enough, so i placed the towel in my thumbs and moved up and down, until i noticed that the towel was turning a different colour and i could feel my skin separating.
cue a quite large cut all the way across my thumb which didn't stop bleeding for a good while and my housemate rushing to the pharmacy to get me some bandages.
i felt like cactus jack ;_;
I've had a massive piece of chicken wire stuck in my foot before about 3" long, so I was effectively trapped to a fence. That was nasty. Don't play barefoot kids.
i was stripping my bed and i thought my pillow case was attached to my pillow so I yanked it and I hit myself in the face
it wasn't completely severed. I am a hyper-bowl. It was such a wound though.
Someone said I couldn't jump and touch the skylight in the corridor.
I jumped and put my fingers through that plastic-y glass stuff. Blood everywhere. I got the afternoon off school though
I once fell down a hole walking onto a football pitch. And tore the ligaments in my knee.
by blocking a kick someone aimed at me whilst doing tae kwon do. I probably would have sustained less damage had i just let them kick me.
and broke my heel by the ankle joint. then i proceeded to walk/hike/run on it for 3 weeks before knowing that i'd broken it.
i was regretting that in the morning
yesterday I was cutting up a pepper and some of it sprayed onto my face. I went to wipe my face, forgot I still had the knife in my hands and stabbed myself about a centimeter below my eye. It was just so fucking stupid...
it really hurt.
i've done that before :(
I spent 30 seconds looking for a jar of coffee, failed, so found a new, unopened jar. Looked back at the kettle and the jar I was looking for was right in front of me, I had no idea how I missed it.
but a glass shower door shattered into a gazillion pieces all over me once and cut lots of bits of me, luckily my hand got the brunt of it.
but it went all over her legs and naked body and she had to get loadsa stitches. Then the boy who was stalking her at the time drew a picture of it and posted it through her door.
Yeah I got quite a few body cuts too, but the deepest one was on my hand.
as if it wasn't traumatic enough?!
after booking a room at the Choristers under the name 'The Real IRA'
was making humous on toast and slipped on a bag of apples and landed on a bread knife which penetrated my leg. i didn't get stitches, like other than the stitches of laughter i was in when i saw my wound lolol. It was a bit like in this http://records.viu.ca/~johnstoi/kafka/countrydoctor.htm like a degendering vaginal wound on the man, but yknow, despite my name, i am a girl anyway...
next thing I knew, one of my (luckily as it later turned out by a random mutated chance two) hearts was plucked from my chest still-beating and shown to me. Shame our pyramid was only made out of papier mache and it happened in our largely-unused, ugly turquoise room, or else it really would have been dramatic.
i was trying to impress all of my friends by dicking around jumping in this paddling pool. anyway, i climbed onto my friends fence, jumped in, split my knee on a broken toy car that was under the pool, tried to run in their house to find my mam, and ran into a swing and knocked myself out.
but i lol'd at that
to the door inside :(
the time i was doing cartwheels in the kitchen at a party and broke my toe on a table. i impressed the girls though.
had to go to A&E to get my head stitched up
also nearly broke my foot by attempting a goal line clearance - i was in goals and the ball was heading in when i swooped to boot it but instead booted the post instead. lots of pain and hobbling ensued. the ball trickled past the outside of the post.
also wrecked my shoulder and was off work for a few days after attempting an over headkick and failing badly. ball went in completely the wrong direction and my entire body came crashing down on my left shoulder. fat men should not try these things.
also rolled my ankle by trying to trap the ball on concrete. foot slid down the side of the ball and all my body wieght ended up on the outside of my left ankle
i have a photo of the bruised ankle somewhere, it was epic
they obviously didn't love me enough
and me being clever, i thought I WILL JUMP OVER THE FENCE INTO MY GARDEN, unfortunately there is a holly bush in my garden. next to the fence. and i didn't aim my jump well.
i don't know why you'd give two small children a fishing rod anyway.
when I was about seven. That really, really hurt. Yet somehow, I remember being way more distressed by the maggot than all the blood.
mine was my brother sitting on his bunk bed trying to hook baskets.
i had a go on my friends trampoline last christmas/new year
i had had a few beers so was on my way to drunkness and thought a front flip would be a good idea...
the holly bush was the king of trampoline based accidents, though.
Mostly, they're of the sensible variety.
it was my first year at uni, in february so there was a lot of snow. anyways, a few of us had been drinking in my room playing kings cup when one of the guys we were with had made plans to go play a game of american football in the snow. another girl and i were going to watch, but his mate was too drunk to play so somehow we were coerced into playing with a bunch of guys. somewhere in the mix of the game i managed to twist my ankle, yet in my state of drunkness/coldness of the night i didn't realise i'd done it until the next day.
whilst running for a train, landed on my knees on gravel, 3 inch wide gaping holes in both of my knees, got up, ran down the rest of the stairs, caught the train. only after the train started moving did i realise that i probably needed medical assistance. waited until the next stop to get off and staggered off to call myself a taxi to the hospital. hahaha.
also, i slashed the palm of my hand up with a broken bottle once when i was drunk, and i didn't realise i'd done anything until someone screamed WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR FACE!! because i'd been touching my face with my hand and there was blood smeared all over it. i'm gross :(
They re-attatched it at casualty.
by someone opening the bathroom door,as i was going in
watching my toenail gradually regrow was pretty cool tho
all be it with a thumb. Recieved a medium pace delivery right under the thumb guard, turned my nail purple and it eventually fell off. As you say, it was fun watching it grow back.
3 times. I never learn.
resulting in a hand that looks like i had a scrap with a set of knives.
I got a bike pedal stuck in my leg, which smarted. Was cycling in france on a bike which had ridiculously crap brakes. We were in a convoy and the guy in front stopped quicky. The brakes clearly weren't slowing me down enough, so I dragged my heels along the floor. I stopped suddenly and my leg went back into the pedal and stayed there for a few seconds. It hurt, I thought, but not much, so started to cycle again. Then I felt a bit woozy. Then I stopped and turned to see the teacher looking at my leg shouting 'What've you done?!'. I looked down and there was just a trail of blood for the few yards I managed before stopping, where it pooled. I then had a bit of a lie down and water before some first aider sorted it out. I had the imprint of a bike pedal on my leg for about six years, it has gone now. Sadface.