Earlier today I decided to trim my own hair. I was holding a section of hair with my free hand and snipped right into the side of my thumb. On the bright side, my hair came out nice anyway.
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The dumbest injury I ever had was, when I was like two or three years old, I jumped off of a chifferobe with a blue towel wrapped around my neck, thinking I could fly, and landed headfirst on an iron bed post.
Apparently I blacked out, and I walked up to my mom with the towel on my forehead, telling her I didn't feel good, and she went to take a look, and I pulled the towel away for her to see my entire face and body covered in blood.
That was the moment that inspired her to become a nurse.
My next actual memory after jumping off of the chifferobe was waking up in an ER and hearing a woman giving birth in the room behind me.
In middle school, I was playing racquetball at the YMCA, pivoted to hit the ball and something in my knee popped and it hurt like hell. Turned out to be a combination of lack of cartilage and Osgood-Schlatter disease (a painful lump just below the kneecap). The lump corrected itself, as it's something weird to do with bone growth in child development, but the cartilage deficiency is still a problem today. I can't do a lot of running or jumping or even kneeling.
When I was about 12 or so I had a AA battery and some copper wire I used for crafting. Out of nowhere I suddenly got really curious how good of a conductor that wire would be. So I pressed it onto both poles with my fingers. Had a nice black scorched line in my thumb for a few months because it turns out the excess energy needs to go somewhere. In this case in the form of extreme heat.
-freshman In Collage
- walk downhill to get food from cafeteria
- Winter in Alaska = ice city
- Spontaneous dancing
- Broken wrist.
Fell off a tram on my 16th birthday and sprained my ankle. I didn't realize, so I went into the local river "for fun" and I conveniently forgot to take my clothes off. So I come home, and the next day everyone thinks I tried to kill myself. I don't think they believe the real story, even now.
Tried to cross ice covered river in the middle of winter. Fell in halfway through much to my chagrin. Turns out the ice was a lot less stable farther from the riverbed and I thought after testing the side of the river that the ice was thick enough to hold me. Honestly the walk home was probably the closest I have ever come to dying. I was about an hour walk away from home. My fingers stopped working before I got out of the woods.