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[FatuousTwat]

I got a few, none as terrible as the foot impaling or the rotting leg meat.

I was young enough that I don't remember (or maybe I just blocked it out), but I guess I had a rose thorn in the palm of my hand for days/weeks and didn't tell anyone until it had worked it's way into the meat and gotten infected. My mom took me to the doctor who promptly strapped me onto an operating table type thing, locked my mother out of the room and dug it out with a big needle (no pain-killers). She told me she could hear me screaming through the door.

I only found this out a few months ago when my mom and my sister were discussing another injury story that happened when I was little.

I live in a town where logging was the main employment. We used to have this festival at a park named the timber bowl, that was like the logging Olympics. People would climb the spar tree and buck logs with axes and chainsaws, stuff like that. I guess people came from all over the world to my little town to compete. Anyway, there was a wooden bridge over a creek there, and being the child I was, I ran across it without shoes on. The result of this was me getting a massive splinter! It must have been 4 or so inches long and like 1/4 inch wide (according to my mother who doesn't have any spacial awareness). My mother took me to the doctor (different one) and the doctor told me that he was gonna shoot me up with Novocain or something like that. Me, being terrified of needles, flat refused. He told me he could use this spray on pain killer, but it wouldn't work as well. I told him that was fine and dandy as long as he didn't stab me with that thing, and he proceeded to operate on my foot. Of course the spray wore off after about 10 minutes, but I couldn't do anything because he told me to be still and quiet and I didn't want him chopping my foot off on accident. So he cut on my foot for another 15-20 minutes or so, and I didn't move or say a word ('cause I'm hardcore like that).

My sister asked why I wouldn't take the needle and my mother told her why (insane doctor with a penchant for child terror).

Also my sister hit me in the face with a stick and thought she popped my eye out (I was just bleeding a lot). I had to get 7 or so stitches right below my lower eyelid, and I have a bitchin' face scar. I still think it would have been way better if she popped it out, that eye is practically blind (not from getting hit in the face, I just have shitty vision) and if it would have popped out, I could be wearing an awesome eye patch and a monocle!

[Furiously]

I remember telling my sister that there was a needle at the end of the light scope the doctors look into your eye with. For some reason she wouldn't let the doctor look into her eye at her next doctor appointment....

[Ironwood]

Oh, man, that's truly evil.

[Signe]

My father once told me that I had a twin but that he and my mother were so poor that they could only afford to keep one, so they kept the one they felt sorry for.  He never took it back, either.   

[Furiously]

I'm sure she's very happy and well adjusted, living with her foster family.

[Johny Cee]

My father once told me that I had a twin but that he and my mother were so poor that they could only afford to keep one, so they kept the one they felt sorry for.  He never took it back, either.   

Eep.

This actually happened to my maternal grandfather.  Poor Irish-American farming family,  so when my great-grandmother had twins they gave my grandfather away to cousins to raise.

[Signe]

So you're telling me that it might be true?   

[lamaros]

I cut my foot at least 4 times when I was a kid, something about walking around with no shoes all the time, I guess.

I did the old Rusty hammer through the foot, much like Signe's story, but without the falling aunt, but that wasn't the worst one.

We used to have this .. thing in the back yard that I climbed all the time. It was something like a balcony, but without the decking, and I used to climb up there and just sit and look about the yard. One day it had been raining and I decided to climb up for some reason. It was basically just a tall square wooden pole, and I'd climb up with hand and feet, in a kind of < shape against the | of the pole, slowly moving up. Of course because it had been raining the thing was a bit slippery... and there happened to be a couple of nails half sticking out of the wood (I think there were there as guiders for some growing plant). Needless to say when the foot slips and slides down the wet wood over a nail it cuts it open in a rather nasty way.

But I managed to live 24 years w/o breaking any bone in my body (this record was ruined when I, drunk, decided that kicking a metal pole as had as I could would be a good idea. Woke up the next morning nad wondered why I was unable to walk). Childhood is a fun time.

My brother got a whole pallet of Soymilk dropped on his foot - that was one purple foot, I tell you.

[shiznitz]

My youngest brother rode his bike off a 3' stone wall and smashed his 6 year old balls on the corssbar. They turned the color of merlot for a week. Four years later he snapped his fibia skiing in France and had to be helicoptered off the mountain to the local hospital where they inserted a 6" steel pin. My dad, my other brother and me left him and my mom there while we went on to Verbier, Switzerland to finish our ski trip.

I, on the other hand, have been lucky and survived my one serious accident (crashing headfirst into hard snowpack at about 50mph) without any serious injury.

[Signe]

I think this has turned into one of those Hyu threads, hasn't it?

[Yegolev]

Is this where I tell how I stepped on a nail while holding an extension ladder?  Or how I hammered my thumb twice in one day?  Roofing sucks.

[Tale]

In my uncle's backyard when I was five, I noticed a pile of old bonfire ashes at the end of the garden and took a running leap into them.

I remember being fascinated by my school shoes melting. Then being taken to the doctor.