Silly Accidents that have left you injured

[PUZZLDY5]

I have two stupid things to add here
1.) When my son was about 7 or 8 years old I was in the bedroom and I could hear him yelling for me but I was busy and I guess I was taking to long so he comes to get me. Well... about the time I get to the door to open it he sling the door open and hits me right in the forehead/eye. So right in my eyebrow I have a beautiful scar.

2.) we don't have a linnen closet in the bathroom but we have a linnen shelf. Anyway, I was cleaning the tub and I bent over to get the scrubbing bubbles and I hit my head on the shelf. Right between the eyes. DOH! The funny thing about this is it isn't like this shelf is new or anything it has been there for YEARS.

Both incidents resulted in scarring my DH half to death and a quick trip to the ER just to be sure I didn't do any "real" damage.

 

[Pomlover2586]

Stupidest thing ever......wore a pair of shorts to the local fair and decided to ride the mechanical bull.......bull had a leather "saddle" on it, but between gripping the bull with my thighs and sliding back and forth on the material I did a major rug burn on my upper [inner] thighs................

couldn't walk with my legs together for 2 weeks and trying to get it to scab over properly was a pain in the butt......

 

[flying_babyb]

Burned my hand on a glue gun once. I had just layed down some glue on my project and turned around, turned back and put my hand in it.
Ive fallen off so many kids climbers its not funny. I fell off a fence once trying to hop a snowbank. I fell down a single stair the other day and poped my knee. Smashed my eye on a counter, cut it open and had to have a single stich. Steped on glass in the back yard (drunk, very drunk). I go to the er and they just laugh. I guess Im there alot.
Oh and then today... Im cleaning the fenced in area on the playground. I drag to sleds and a couple shovels back to the garage. Well in the process I manage to get nailed by a full sized metal edged shovel. It cut my head a bit. No stiches.

 

[MonkeyDishwasher]

This past May, I was out Karaokeing with a few friends. After a few rounds, I was onstage singing my heart out to Queen's Somebody to Love. After my performance, I hopped off the stage (in actuality, it's one step above ground level), and felt my ankle roll. Down I went, and i woke up the next morning with a HUGE dodgeball sized ankle!

I was out of work for a month on a sprained ankle, and it STILL hurts! Mostly some of the muscles near that foot's shin bone, and a few in the foot itself. And I still wake up limping, which doesn't go away until i take a shower in the morning (guess it gets the blood flowing through better?).

 

[Tinker'n'Fun]

All three stories involve DH so I am gonna blame him, not the fact that I am accident prone...

When DH and I first started dating I had just purchased a brand new Ford Probe. We were having popsicles and he was walking me to my car. I had just finished my popsicle as I was opening the door of the car. The stick slipped out of my hand I tried to catch it so the car wouldn't get stained. I caught my four fingers instead with such velocity that I broke all 4 fingers...

After a few months of dating I was staying over a DH's apartment. We were being silly and running around. Not ever being in his bedroom, I ran in there and immediately collided with a large jug of pennies and broke 3 toes... No romance that night either....

Last one: DH drove me up to the mailbox. Got out of the car and mailed the letter. He was being a gentleman and opened the door for me except I didn't notice and walked right into the corner of the door with the corner of my eye. Even with glasses I did some major damage to that area and it looked as though someone had been beating me.

 

[mrs_hower726]

I got a few:

When I was in kindergarten, I tripped and smacked my head into a brick wall. Stitches went all the way across my head and there were still tiny splatters of blood in the brick years later until the school burnt down.

When I was 13, I was mad because my mom made me do dishes so I slammed a glass onto the drying rack a bit too hard and it sliced my middle finger open, requiring 6 stitches.

When I was working retail, I was putting a shelf together and the corner of the shelf hit my nail and shattered my bone. The ER doc said it was pretty much the same as smacking it with a hammer...EWWW!

Lastly (and this is the goody) is when I fell down the stairs drunk at a ROTC function. My bf's car died, we were 400 miles away from campus, and I had to be back there the next morning for a rehearsal. He spent most of the night with the car, and I spent it at the bar. He came back in, we started fighting, then he went out for a smoke. That pissed me off even more, drank 3 more screwdrivers in succession, then went down the stairs to talk to him. Well, kinda missed the last 3 steps and "thud*. My shins and hands were a mess, and my shins still bear the happenings of that night.

I always have bruises on me from bumping into things and DH is amused when I can't tell him where they came from. My famous line at the time is "that's gonna leave a mark" and 5 minutes later, it's forgotten until the bruise shows.

 

[AllyandJack]

I got a Grade 2 concussion at WDW getting onto a tram. They're not kidding when they say watch your head.

I burned my stomach baking cookies (I know...you're wondering if I was baking naked....no....just wearing a shirt that lifted up when I reached into a cabinet over the hot tray of cookies that just came out of the oven).

Last month, I nearly knocked myself out making pastina when I reached way back into a lower cabinet for the tiny strainer and slammed my head off the counter.

And, just for fun, my pelvis cracked when I was pregnant with DD3. My body just couldn't take it anymore. I may need pins placed if it doesn't heal.

Most of my incidents seem to happen in the kitchen though. I can't cook and I really shouldn't even try.

 

[monkey68]

When I was 12, I had broken my wrist from a non-stupid injury. But then, I did something very stupid with my broken wrist. I went to the park with my friend, and decided to hang upside down on the monkey bars. Fell off the monkey bars, right onto my broken wrist. Thing is, I didn't want to tell my mom because I knew she would yell at me, and I figured it was already in a cast, what else could they do? A week later, my orthopedist told me out when I went for a check up, and they took an x-ray and found a new fracture and wondered how that happened.

 

[Pikester]

Just remembered an incident that I caused. I was in my teens and went to my Mom's bedroom to talk to her. I can't remember what I was talking to her about but I ended up laying on her bed face down but still had my feet hanging off the bed. I guess she was going to goof around with me and tickle me or something so she started to come down towards me. At the very same time I decided to get up and I ended up hitting her in the face with the back of my head. She had a bloody nose and got two black eyes!

 

[kellyg403]

OP, great thread...I am a klutz too. Sometimes I have to shake my head at myself because I do some of the stupidest things!

1. When I was about 13 I broke the growth plate in my foot skateboarding. It took 6 months in a cast for that darn thing to heal. Finally the day came for it to be taken off and the dr said to be careful for a few days etc. But, I was 13 and knew better. My little brother threw a ball at me because he was mad I wouldn't do something or other for him. I started running after him, came around the corner and whacked that foot on my mom's chrome and glass monstrosity of a living table. You got it...6 more months of my life in a cast!

2. When my ds was 2 we went to a water park. He wouldn't go down the slide by himself so me being the greatest mom in the world puts him on my lap and together we will go down the slide. Thats what mom's do right. Well, not understanding logic and physics and all that...trust me 150 lbs coming down the slide into a pool with 3 feet of water defies all of that. I flew down that slide like a rocket, hit the bottom and slid at least 6 feet. My baby was unharmed but my tailbone was broken.

3. My tag says it all. My son had just gotten a cast from a wrestling injury. I went to wake him for school, startled him. He swung the arm with the cast, i stepped back, stepped on the dog, got tangled up in the clothes and god knows what on the floor, somehow got turned around and hit the post on the younger ds's bed. 2 cracked ribs. One year later, still not full healed.

4. The best/dumbest thing I ever did was to show my kids exactly why you don't use knives to open the boxes your toys come in on Christmas morning. I had this big honkin butcher knife trying to extract a watch from its case. Hey, if my defense I had done it thousands of times. I end up slicing my thumb and then tendons in it. Still bothers me from time to time. The worst part was that was the Christmas my ex decided he would like to be there for the morning opening of presents, I was living with my now dh...my ex practically passed out from the amount of blood and dh and he started arguing about who was going to take me to the hospital for the stitches. I just said I was fine...waited until the both left to go to other places and drove myself. Worst day in history.

Kelly

 

[belledreamer]

Ah the memories...

About five months ago, I had my best friend over, just me and her. We were goofing around being silly and I told that I knew all the moves to a song from "Lazytown" (It's a kid's TV show) and started to show her the moves in the kitchen.

(Here's the video with the dance so that the rest of the story will make sense... )

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RapZ7Dry4Fo

Anyways, my foot has a tendency to lean to the side sometimes when I walk, but I'm usually able to catch myself. Anyways, I got to the part with the jump-kick and when I came down, my foot twisted, I felt it pop three times, and fell hard on the kitchen floor, knocked the breath completely out of me. My friend had to get my next door neighbor to help get me off the the floor since both my parents were working...

I couldn't walk for three days, got a goose egg the size of a golf ball, and since both of my parents had to work the next day and couldn't tak care of me, they brought me the computer chair and whenever I needed something, I'd roll around the house in my "Redneck Wheelchair".

Of course, I didn't have the heart to admit to my friends that I almost broke my ankle dancing to a kid's show...

 

[Eeyores Butterfly]

The story about the butcher knife reminded me of one rather memorable Christmas: As a stocking stuffer my dad got a special kind of blade for clam shelf packaging. It is one that is supposed to be 100% safe. Maybe for the rest of the world...

The stupid thing wsa in clamshell packaging, so after using scissors to remove it, he decided to practice. He slipped, cut his finger (requiring stitches) and we ate at a Mexican Restaurant for dinner and had Christmas dinner the next night. I have not seen that gizmo since.

 

[MM27]

I have a tendency to fall down the stairs at my school a lot. I'm on the 3rd floor so I have lots of practice.

Last year I was going to pick my class up from lunch and I was carrying a bag of equipment and a huge kickball. I went for the step, my ankle turned, I dropped the bag of balls and they bounced down the steps, but the big one and I bounced down about 8 steps together. I probably would have hurt myself if I hadn't held onto it because I think it cushioned my fall. A little girl from another class came into the stairwell just as I was getting up. She was shocked and just stared at me for a bit. I think she didn't know what to do so she just started picking up the equipment.

 

[dazeddaisy]

ooo I just remembered other silly accidents I've had.

I was about 9 and my brother, cousin and I were having cartweel competitons inside. Smart I know. Anyhow I did one a little too close to a sliding glass door and I went straight through. 18 stitches and a cut tendon. It was quite messy.

Another one was not my fault but still silly. I was 3 and riding my trike on a balcony that did not have the rails put up yet. The people babysitting me told me not to get too close to the edge and then went inside for a second. Let me tell you the turning arc on a tricycle is terrible and so is the judgement of a 3 year old going too fast. I went straight over! Knocked myself out and had a huge egg of weeks.

 

[Lisa loves Pooh]

1. Sitting "criss cross applesauce/indian style" on my brother's "skoot skate" to go down my 45 degree incline driveway while I was in 6th grade. Got to the end, wobbled and tilted to the left. I do not know exactly what I did, but the best that I can figure out is that in the wobble, I caught the tip of my toe at just the right spot to inappropriately rotate my ankle.

I was never taken to the doctor and in later desribing the injury in stories it is believed that I must have severely torn some ligaments. No hyperbole in sight--we were touching the lightest things to my foot to see what it would tolerate and something like a simple piece of plastic or a feather (we didn't use a feather, but similar soft objects) and the pins and needles of agony would rush through my foot.

All b/c I was a stupid 6th grader who thought it would be fun to ride my 1st grade brothers skate board with handle bars (so NOT a razor ).


2. 10m high dive jump--told to jump with feet first and arms up or arms folded. I picked arms up and so did not like that position. Switched my arms to arms folded and in doing so--"slouched" as I entered that position and smacked into the water at a subtle angle. I had "belly flop" pain from my chin to my ankles. The next morning I could not move my neck. It was affectionately referred to as "water lash" by such lovely people since I wasn't in the car but the injury was essentially a whip lash. 1 year of painful headaches later, I was finally sent to physical therapy where it was found that I had severe limited ROM and of course muscle weakness.

3. Pregnancy--wrecked my core muscles and caused bad lower back pain after the babies were born--required PT to get it going again. Then I got pregnant and delivered a near 11 pound baby and had to go back to PT. I now do Pilates to not "reinjure".

4. The "banana peel slip and fall" at EPCOT near the fountains while my 1 year old was playing. Bruised mostly my ego b/c it looked and felt like slipping on a banana peel as happens in movies (but no ). Jarred my wrist. A chiropractic adjustment finally fixed it.

5. Cut my right hand while washing a glass. Was using hot water--and my hand fit in the glass. But when I pulled the glass from under the hot water the glass shattered and sliced my hand. (For those not keeping score--glass expands with heat and contracts without it--took a bit at the time to figure out what made the dumb glass shatter! My hand never was supposed to fit in the glass.)

I'm such a dork--I don't think I have done anything that warrants "injury"--but yet there you go.

 

[maxiesmom]

A few years back I was jogging up a some stairs onto our back deck and tore my meniscus. The doctor couldn't believe that was how it happened, he kept asking me if I was sure that is where I injured myself.

Just a couple of months ago I tripped on the shallow cement stairs (what is it with me and stairs?) leading up to our back door. My right arm landed on the pointy corner. It hurt like the dickens, and what worries me even more is that it didn't bruise. And I bruise very easily! I know something is wrong, because if I do to much with that arm it feels like someone is tightening a rubber band around my arm right where I fell on it. And on days it is humid it really aches. But I don't want to go for an MRI so I haven't seen the doctor for it.

I'm a clutz.

 

[Diznygrl]

I was out back in our travel trailer hanging out and watching tv. I was sitting on a chair right next to the door with my hand in a fist with my cheek resting against it. All of a sudden, someone bangs on the trailer door, startling the holy heck out of me. My whole body jolts and as it does, I hear a 'crrrack!' coming from my hand. I didn't think too much about it at first because the pain wasn't so bad, until later when the hurt got worse. My whole hand ended up developing a sickening greenish yellow bruise and I had to keep it wrapped up for weeks! To this day if I pick up something too heavy in that hand, I feel a twinge in the spot that cracked. It was my brother who banged on the door, btw. Yeah, thanks a lot, bro!

Another time, same hand. My cat had just gotten back home from getting stitches in his leg. He was still pretty out of it from the anesthetic, so he just wanted to sleep in his carrier. So I let him be and just left the carrier door open. I'm sitting at the computer and all of a sudden, he just FLIPS out and starts thrashing and banging violently inside the carrier! At the time I thought maybe he was having some kind of drug-induced nightmare or something, but I was worried about him so I...foolishly, stupidly, REACHED MY HAND INTO THE CARRIER to touch him. Yeah, BIG mistake. I knew it was a stupid thing to do but for some reason I did it anyway. Ended up with a huge, bloody gash on the top of my hand. He didn't do it on purpose, but...OW! I guess I'll always have that scar to remember him by even after he's long gone.

 

[KSchwagg86]

There was a divider in my middle school's gym...there was a hole in it and i was looking through at my friend...for some reason, she decided to kick the door while my head was right there--ow!

 

[mjkacmom]

DH said something that really made me angry on the DCL, so I punched him in his leg (so it wouldn't hurt). I broke my pinky, and it still bends down to this day (ortho said it's crooked for good).

 

[SamRoc]

Was making my daughters bed about 15 years ago when she was 5 and i bent over and twisted my back and threw my back out. I could'nt walk for 4 weeks!