Bled for Days
I was thinking today about some of the injuries I have suffered in my life. And looking back on them, alot of them were rather amusing in circumstance. So I felt like sharing some, and if you feel so inclined to share as well, please feel free.
Well I can start with the time when I was learning how to ride a bike. The first bike my parents bought me was a normal kids bike. I was 4, and unable to get my leg over the bar. So I learned on my sister's bike. After the training wheels came off, and I could go down the street on my own, I went straight down the driveway, over the curb, and the skinny girl bike tire, sunk into a pile of snowplow sand and salt. Thus throwing me over the handlebars. I didnt go to far though, my face stopped my skid on the asphalt. Resulting in a bloody mess covering my face. The insueing scab was quite a lovely thing encompassing my forehead, right side of my face and chin. I had to wear oven mitts for a while after that. My mother didnt want me to get a huge scar.
Speaking of scars, there is a nice one on my forehead, dead center. Its an imprint of molten hot instant Quaker Oatmeal. One morning I nuked my morning meal, and it wouldnt solidify for some reason, it was just super runny. So after nuking it for a total of 8 minutes or so, it finally thickened up. I grabbed it out of the microwave to bring it to the counter so I could enjoy it while watching my daily dose of Muppet Babies and Duck Tails before school. Aparently when you blast a bowl of oatmeal with microwaves for that long, it gets really really really hot. Oddly I was able to grab the bowl, but when I did, my pinky finger dipped into the nuclear sludge. On reflex, I shook my hand dropping the bowl, and flinging the wad of pure hell directly on my forehead. That hurt. Quite the blister too.
The only broken bone I ever had was my pinky finger on my left hand. That I broke on a NERF Soccer ball. I was the goalie, and the ball went directly between my fingers, smashing my pinky down sideways. SNAP!!! That was fun too.
I also hyperextended and dislocated my knee cap while shooting archery. Actually I was done shooting, so i set the bow back down on the stand, I turned away, and my foot didnt pivot with the rest of me. And down I went. Lucky for me, my patella went back in place on its own. Thank god, I didnt want the camp doctor pounding it back in place.
I got stung by a hornet in the shoulder. Turns out, hornets dont like it when you mow around a bush with a nest in it. That sucks way more than 300 bee stings. But hey at least I got out of mowing the rest of the lawn.
Well I can start with the time when I was learning how to ride a bike. The first bike my parents bought me was a normal kids bike. I was 4, and unable to get my leg over the bar. So I learned on my sister's bike. After the training wheels came off, and I could go down the street on my own, I went straight down the driveway, over the curb, and the skinny girl bike tire, sunk into a pile of snowplow sand and salt. Thus throwing me over the handlebars. I didnt go to far though, my face stopped my skid on the asphalt. Resulting in a bloody mess covering my face. The insueing scab was quite a lovely thing encompassing my forehead, right side of my face and chin. I had to wear oven mitts for a while after that. My mother didnt want me to get a huge scar.
Speaking of scars, there is a nice one on my forehead, dead center. Its an imprint of molten hot instant Quaker Oatmeal. One morning I nuked my morning meal, and it wouldnt solidify for some reason, it was just super runny. So after nuking it for a total of 8 minutes or so, it finally thickened up. I grabbed it out of the microwave to bring it to the counter so I could enjoy it while watching my daily dose of Muppet Babies and Duck Tails before school. Aparently when you blast a bowl of oatmeal with microwaves for that long, it gets really really really hot. Oddly I was able to grab the bowl, but when I did, my pinky finger dipped into the nuclear sludge. On reflex, I shook my hand dropping the bowl, and flinging the wad of pure hell directly on my forehead. That hurt. Quite the blister too.
The only broken bone I ever had was my pinky finger on my left hand. That I broke on a NERF Soccer ball. I was the goalie, and the ball went directly between my fingers, smashing my pinky down sideways. SNAP!!! That was fun too.
I also hyperextended and dislocated my knee cap while shooting archery. Actually I was done shooting, so i set the bow back down on the stand, I turned away, and my foot didnt pivot with the rest of me. And down I went. Lucky for me, my patella went back in place on its own. Thank god, I didnt want the camp doctor pounding it back in place.
I got stung by a hornet in the shoulder. Turns out, hornets dont like it when you mow around a bush with a nest in it. That sucks way more than 300 bee stings. But hey at least I got out of mowing the rest of the lawn.