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What's your dumbest injury?

I think I was 11. Waiting for mom or dad to pick me up after baseball practice. Kicking rocks around the parking lot, playing catch with my brother, and in the parking lot I saw an empty plastic 2 liter soda bottle with the cap on. Not sure what made me think I could smash it with my bat... bat bounced off and walloped me in the forehead. Layed me out and I saw stars for a minute. My bro thought it was hilarious.
 
Well......let’s just say it involved no skivvies and a zipper. You can figure out the rest, but I will tell you this much.....there’s only one way to recover and that’s to unzip.
Wow. That sounds like a nutterbusting event. I have done that a tiny bit. It is not fun. I zip slow when I remember that.
 
Fishing a small pond with steep muddy bank back on the first day of my dental school spring break. Slipped and fell and impaled my left thigh on a cut sapling. Couldnt walk for a week so spring break ruined.
Two years later I cut a toothpick sized piece of thy sapling out of my leg. It had been embedded there all along and took two years to work it’s way towards the skin to where I could cut it out.
 
I was hammering nails into a floor when I was younger and smashed my thumb and it split in two. I wrapped it tight and kept going. I went to the doctor after a few days and he soaked it but no stitches. I keep my thumb away from the contact zone now when hammering hard. Same principle applies when zipping hard.
 
Actually saw this injury this afternoon in the office.. who can guess what it is and how it happened?

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Actually saw this injury this afternoon in the office.. who can guess what it is and how it happened?

(No patient info in picture so it is HIPAA compliant)

Dumbass Turkey hunter was involved. Don’t know if it was the one doing the shooting or the doing the sneaking.....
 
I take that back, if you shoot someone Turkey hunting then you’re a dumbass regardless.
 
Actually saw this injury this afternoon in the office.. who can guess what it is and how it happened?

(No patient info in picture so it is HIPAA compliant)
Is that a lead pellet in the jaw?
 
Broke the bone in my hand once punching downward on a desk in a worthless fit of anger. Without that bone's support my hand folded completely in half and the orthopedist had to do a nerve block to relax my hand enough to reduce it. Ended up with a cast and pins in my hand to keep everything in place while it healed. Fast forward two weeks. . . .feels pretty good. I think I can play in tonight's hockey game after all the cast is supporting it pretty well. I just won't take any shots. Two shifts in I go into a corner with a guy and he two hand slashes my wrist as I extend my arm to keep him off me. That was a difficult conversation with the orthopedist. . . .
 
I want to state this right off the bat....I do not blame the manufacture. I bought a stick that the step rotated. I was having a difficult time getting it solid as I have arthritis in my fingers. It hurt to try and twist the steps so that it would tighten enough. In August of 2020, I took it out and set it with my aider about 3-4' off the ground. I had my tether on and it was not tight and neither was my bridge. In retrospect, I know going up that stick I should have made my bridge short and my tether tight. It was like I wasn't wearing anything. After standing on the stick I felt the step start to rotate and tried to get down quickly...the step did rotate and I fell 3.5-4' to the ground. My right leg locked up and I felt something pop in my knee. The pain was 12 out of 10 and I had a 800 yard walk back to the truck. I packed all my stuff into my pack and cut down a walking stick. I then had to climb a levee and man that hurt. If that didn't completely tear my ACL then the next injury did.

In October of 2020, I was riding my quietkat across a cornfield and I hit a rut. I was wearing my pack and my excalibur crossbow on my back. I literally flipped over the handlebars and landed on my right let that locked again. Felt another pop and knew I broke my leg. stayed on ground and thought how I was going to get myself and my gear out. My family didn't know where I was at...everything going through my mind. After laying on the ground for 15 minutes, the pain subsided enough for me to tempt fate. I very slowly took my pack and bow off my back...and sat up. I then stood up and hobbled on my left leg. Put some weight on my right leg and knew that I really hurt it but it wasn't broken. Got my QK up and turned on...put my pack in my saddle bags and put my bow in the other one. I couldn't get my leg over the seat and just put the bike on 3 power and stepped on my left side peddle with my left foot. Rode the bike the last 600 yards to my truck and got home.

I now am sitting typing this and had ACL replacement surgery January 15. I was told by my surgeon to not do any martial arts for two years!! Two years!!! I love teaching Judo, Taekwondo and hapkido...while I cannot demostrate...i can still teach. I looked at my surgeon and asked If I could hunt...he said to not twist my knee and to walk in a straight line. I had difficulties walking in a straight line before I injured myself.

I have not tried to one stick yet...I'll try that August when I get fitted for a custom knee brace.
 
Running duct work for a furnace and prepping for a pop rivet when the joint pulled apart from the drill pressure and ran the 1/8" drill bit through my index finger of the left hand holding the back of the pipe. Dead center through the nail on the other side. Still have a white spot under the nail and still feel pretty dumb over it.
 
Did I say I might have more than one? Here's a few more in order of occurrence:

I was 16 or 17 and putting replacement blades in a broadhead, It was so long ago I can't remember what type broadheads they were but they had a retaining ring in a groove through the middle that the blades locked into. It took considerable force to seat the blades and I was using pliers to grip the blades and insert them. Two blades in and working on the third and it slips and drive the fresh new blade right through the end of the ring finger of my left hand. Splayed it open through the fingernail and right to the bone. I walked out into the kitchen and showed my mom. Her comment had something to do with a stupid burro . . . . That scar is still there today some 40+ years later.

I was in my thirties and made a bad rifle shot on a deer. Luckily there was snow on the ground and I was able to track him over a mile all the way across the section with a drop here and a drop there. I walked up behind him and finished him with a shot to the back to the head. Unfortunately he was only 30 yards off the two track from the opposite section road. I knew I was going to hike back to the truck and drive around to collect him so I was hurrying a bit to get him gutted and stashed before someone drove by and saw me. I managed to slice the large meat at the base of the thumb of my left hand in the process of gutting him. I had left my pack where I shot him so I had no first aid kit. Long story short, I left a much better blood trail in the snow back to my gear than I had spent the morning following.

Late 40's, I had been target shooting my bow in the basement all winter at 15 yds. Groups were very tight ant that range and I had knocked several nocks off over the winter. Last arrow of the last round of an evening shoot I hear a click as the arrow hits the block. Crap, I think, I just broke another nock. I walk up and everything looks good so I just leave the arrows in the block. Its spring and a couple of nights later the snow has gone down enough to move outside. After dinner I grab my bow arrows and block and head outside. Very first arrow I release explodes on release and breaks about 6 inches in front of the vanes. The click I heard must have been me hitting the carbon shaft just in front of the vanes. Front end arcs harmlessly into the neighbors yard but the vane end buries itself into my forearm about a inch down from the crook of my elbow. It stops the bowstring under pressure and flips out of my arm and lands behind me about 10 yds. I collect my block, bow, arrows including both ends of the broken arrow (after all I can't leave it in the neighbors yard can I? ) and put it all away. I walk up to the back French door of the house and tell my wife I need a towel. Done already she asks? Then she see the blood running down my arm and instantly turns ashen. I thought she was gonna pass out. Standing in the kitchen I discover that the two halves of the arrow from my arm aren't as long as an intact arrow. Crap, there may still be a chunk in there. Interesting fact, other than probing the wound, at that time there was no good way to determine if a piece of carbon fiber arrow shaft is imbedded in your arm. They tried x-ray and ultrasonic and in the end they just ended up probing around and pulling hunks of carbon fiber from my arm for over an hour. I still have flecks of carbon fiber surrounding that scar.

I could continue but by now you're getting the general idea . . . ultimately my Mom was right. :tearsofjoy:
 
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I want to state this right off the bat....I do not blame the manufacture. I bought a stick that the step rotated. I was having a difficult time getting it solid as I have arthritis in my fingers. It hurt to try and twist the steps so that it would tighten enough. In August of 2020, I took it out and set it with my aider about 3-4' off the ground. I had my tether on and it was not tight and neither was my bridge. In retrospect, I know going up that stick I should have made my bridge short and my tether tight. It was like I wasn't wearing anything. After standing on the stick I felt the step start to rotate and tried to get down quickly...the step did rotate and I fell 3.5-4' to the ground. My right leg locked up and I felt something pop in my knee. The pain was 12 out of 10 and I had a 800 yard walk back to the truck. I packed all my stuff into my pack and cut down a walking stick. I then had to climb a levee and man that hurt. If that didn't completely tear my ACL then the next injury did.

In October of 2020, I was riding my quietkat across a cornfield and I hit a rut. I was wearing my pack and my excalibur crossbow on my back. I literally flipped over the handlebars and landed on my right let that locked again. Felt another pop and knew I broke my leg. stayed on ground and thought how I was going to get myself and my gear out. My family didn't know where I was at...everything going through my mind. After laying on the ground for 15 minutes, the pain subsided enough for me to tempt fate. I very slowly took my pack and bow off my back...and sat up. I then stood up and hobbled on my left leg. Put some weight on my right leg and knew that I really hurt it but it wasn't broken. Got my QK up and turned on...put my pack in my saddle bags and put my bow in the other one. I couldn't get my leg over the seat and just put the bike on 3 power and stepped on my left side peddle with my left foot. Rode the bike the last 600 yards to my truck and got home.

I now am sitting typing this and had ACL replacement surgery January 15. I was told by my surgeon to not do any martial arts for two years!! Two years!!! I love teaching Judo, Taekwondo and hapkido...while I cannot demostrate...i can still teach. I looked at my surgeon and asked If I could hunt...he said to not twist my knee and to walk in a straight line. I had difficulties walking in a straight line before I injured myself.

I have not tried to one stick yet...I'll try that August when I get fitted for a custom knee brace.
Funny enough I was working on my front kick when I had my fall. 15 plus years of judo is actually what did the most damage for me, my breakfall was a little too good this time.
 
Did I say I might have more than one? Here's a few more in order of occurrence:

I was 16 or 17 and putting replacement blades in a broadhead, It was so long ago I can't remember what type broadheads they were but they had a retaining ring in a groove through the middle that the blades locked into. It took considerable force to seat the blades and I was using pliers to grip the blades and insert them. Two blades in and working on the third and it slips and drive the fresh new blade right through the end of the ring finger of my left hand. Splayed it open through the fingernail and right to the bone. I walked out into the kitchen and showed my mom. Her comment had something to do with a stupid burro . . . . That scar is still there today some 40+ years later.

I was in my thirties and made a bad rifle shot on a deer. Luckily there was snow on the ground and I was able to track him over a mile all the way across the section with a drop here and a drop there. I walked up behind him and finished him with a shot to the back to the head. Unfortunately he was only 30 yards off the two track from the opposite section road. I knew I was going to hike back to the truck and drive around to collect him so I was hurrying a bit to get him gutted and stashed before someone drove by and saw me. I managed to slice the large meat at the base of the thumb of my left hand in the process of gutting him. I had left my pack where I shot him so I had no first aid kit. Long story short, I left a much better blood trail in the snow back to my gear than I had spent the morning following.

Late 40's, I had been target shooting my bow in the basement all winter at 15 yds. Groups were very tight ant that range and I had knocked several nocks off over the winter. Last arrow of the last round of an evening shoot I hear a click as the arrow hits the block. Crap, I think, I just broke another nock. I walk up and everything looks good so I just leave the arrows in the block. Its spring and a couple of nights later the snow has gone down enough to move outside. After dinner I grab my bow arrows and block and head outside. Very first arrow I release explodes on release and breaks about 6 inches in front of the vanes. The click I heard must have been me hitting the carbon shaft just in front of the vanes. Front end arcs harmlessly into the neighbors yard but the vane end buries itself into my forearm about a inch down from the crook of my elbow. It stops the bowstring under pressure and flips out of my arm and lands behind me about 10 yds. I collect my block, bow, arrows including both ends of the broken arrow (after all I can't leave it in the neighbors yard can I? ) and put it all away. I walk up to the back French door of the house and tell my wife I need a towel. Done already she asks? Then she see the blood running down my arm and instantly turns ashen. I thought she was gonna pass out. Standing in the kitchen I discover that the two halves of the arrow from my arm aren't as long as an intact arrow. Crap, there may still be a chunk in there. Interesting fact, other than probing the wound, at that time there was no good way to determine if a piece of carbon fiber arrow shaft is imbedded in your arm. They tried x-ray and ultrasonic and in the end they just ended up probing around and pulling hunks of carbon fiber from my arm for over an hour. I still have flecks of carbon fiber surrounding that scar.

I could continue but by now you're getting the general idea . . . ultimately my Mom was right. :tearsofjoy:
That was an intense read. No matter how much I shoot my last thought before release is always "I hope this arrow doesn't lodge in my arm"
 
Both of my stories involved beer, there is something to be learned there, but what???
The first one happened at a party when I was about 18 and it was a beer can shooting tournament. You poke a hole in a can that you can just cover with your mouth and then when you pop the can it goes down fast. I was doing well,this was my third elimination round I was going to win. Well,when I stuck my key in the can and tried to make the hole bigger I slipped and my thumb ended up in the can and the metal had closed around it. I got a friend to push down on it while I tried to pull it out. Those cans are sharp! I cut a nice big flap off my thumb and it bled like crazy. I lost that round by fractions of a second. I also learned to wipe with my left hand while the thumb was healing.

The second one happened on a Friday afternoon after I had a few brewskies after work I thought I should ride my horse. She was fairly new to us then and I am not a good rider. We didn't have a saddle then so riding was bare back. We did good for a while and when we got to a field I thought we could go a little faster than a walk. We did and I started to slip to the side a little and thought I should jump off instead off falling off. This horse is tall and I misjudged the height I was coming from or maybe it was uneven ground but when I landed I bent my knee and heard a loud pop. The pain was pretty intense but I managed to pick myself up after a bit. The horse had just stopped and started grazing. I grabbed her and luckily there was a haybine in the field and I could climb that to get on the horse.Did I mention she is tall?
That was lucky because I wasn't going to be able to walk home. I ended up with a torn ACL and meniscus that I didn't get fixed until years later because we had no insurance at that point.
 
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Funny enough I was working on my front kick when I had my fall. 15 plus years of judo is actually what did the most damage for me, my breakfall was a little too good this time.

Years before this I was sparing with my sister and did a jumping spinning back kick with my right foot. Instead of blocking the kick, she caught it and held it...my left supporting leg came down and planted. Do you know what happens when your right foot is being held by your idiot sister and your left leg has planted itself and your upper body is still rotating. I heard a pop and someone screaming like a girl (wait that was me). My idiot sister laid down and spoke to me so I'd stop screaming from the intense pain. She looks at me and says, "don't tell mom." I think I cussed and called the son of an illicit relationship...she laughed and went on to sparring. I tore my lateral meniscus and my ACL on my left leg. It was a simple tear and could repair it with arthroscopic surgery. 20+ years later, imagine my surprise when I was told my arthroscopic surgery turned into a replacement surgery for my ACL. Instead of 6 months recovery I now have a 2 year recovery. Course I was 30 years old then and now I'm 51...so my body heals slower. BTW...you're one of the few who used breakfall...makes me miss randori's...but my sons won't let me, and my wife will kill me. The owner of the dojang actually kicked me off the matt several weeks back when I showed some advanced students some fine tuning to their throws.
 
Not mine, but I had a buddy draw his bow to check his peep positioning and pointed the bow towards the ground when he let the string down. He didnt realize his shorts were in between the cam and string and as he let it down it pinched his shorts and the skin of his testicles wrapping them up around the cam. The pain instantly made him drop his bow, which made it worse - but it did not let go of him. He had to draw the bow which caused even more pain to get himself free.

He was tore up pretty good and sore for a few weeks.
 
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