Weird Injuries...

I'm still coming back from my weird injury. In early November, I tore my medial meniscus (knee cartilage), got it surgically repaired, feeling great! The day after surgery, I was walking thru the bathroom, and slipped (I did not fall!!) in my wife's hairspray slick on the floor and burst three discs in my lower back. After three weeks of increasingly aggressive therapies, I had it surgically repaired in late February. I still have some significant nerve damage to my lower leg and foot. Freaky!
Ted

After hitting the ball playing while playing softball, I tripped over my own two feet coming out of the box and basically face planted.... we call it getting hit by a sniper... It happens often...lol Also I once had food poisioning (unknowingly),I was outside cleaning up after a hurricane that had come through at work, felt ill and went inside. Dizzy, I stumbled into the mens room and to reach to open the stall door and fainted and wound up splitting head open on the stall divider... luckily it was just a few stitches. I think my pride was hurt more than anything else, telling my all male coworkers what happened was the worst part. And finally, I slipped and fell out of a treestand while hunting a few years back... it had just finsihed raining and everything was wet... There were piles of leaves all around and my big behind had to find the biggest root around to fall on. Had a giant bruise from my butt to my hip for about two months, every shade of black and blue and purple you can imagine was there.

i was thrown from a lawn mower trailor, being pulled by a lawn mower, and when i landed my collar bone found the only random brick in the yard to land on, and it broke my collar bone...

last summer i insisted on taking my dog out without shoes on. my mother warned me... but i'm 25 and i "don't need my mommy any more." yeah... two steps onto the cement patio and i some how managed to get my toes bent underneath my right foot, putting all my weight onto 2 toes and scraping the hell out of them. i almost passed out from the pain. 2 broken toes later and i'm not ashamed to say i need my mommy.

I teach third grade, so whenever there's a holiday, I usually end up with several small gifts, whether it's candy or Bath and Body Works stuff, etc. It was no big deal when one of my kids brought me one of those over-sized Hershey's kisses last year for Valentine's Day, but about a week later, I ended up in the ER getting stitches. Here's what happened:

I got home from a long day of school and decide I'm going to have some chocolate. (By the way, if you know the appropriate way to eat these, please let me know. I'm tempted to write the Hershey's company to find out. ) Well, Oprah or Ellen or something interesting was on TV, so I decide in my infinite wisdom that I'm just going to take my chocolate in a plastic bowl, and a very sharp knife to the living room to eat. (Bad decision number one.) I sit next to the arm of the couch with my legs up on the couch and put my Kiss and bowl on the arm. Not having much luck with trimming off the edges, I decide to insert the knife from the top of the Kiss and cut straight down. This worked out fine for a few minutes. Then, for some reason, I moved the bowl onto my leg and continue to chop off my chocolate. I apparently got to a really thick part that wouldn't cut off as easily as the other, had been, so here I go, pushing almost as hard as I can (forgetting that the bowl is on my leg). Yep, stabbed myself right in the thigh.

The part my husband and friends enjoy the most: I stabbed through the Kiss, through the plastic bowl, through a blanket that was on my lap, through my pants, and into my leg. I wasn't really thinking of the "never pull the knife out" rule, so I did not go to the hospital with everything still "attached".

That was Valentine's Day, 2010, so now I have a little scar about an inch long, and my teaching partner still calls me "Slash".

Oh. Also, in gym class in 2nd grade during a game, a boy lost his balance and tripped into me, fell on top of me and crushed my face into the floor. I busted my lip and broke my front tooth. I think I've always held a grudge against that kid, and have been sad about having a fake front tooth ever since

I had woken up late for work and at the time lived in a split entry house.. I ran down the first 6 steps with no problem, but once I hit the second flight, my foot somehow slipped ouf from under me and I went flying in the air. I tried to turn my body to land on my hands so I could break my fall with no luck. I managed to MISS my big behind and slammed straight down on my tail bone and broke it. Needless to say, I couldn't miss work that day due to it being the day before christmas break and i wouldn't have gotten paid. Luckily I worked in a call center so I sat down all day... but boy, I couldn't sit down on a concrete floor for 6 months after!

I am an expert at finding new ways to injure myself. ATM I have 2 bruised & skinned knuckles on one hand from winding down the steadying legs on our caravan.
A couple of months ago I managed to trip over my own feet, slip on the ice & fall face first into the metal security shutter at work. Result, my metal framed glasses split the bridge of my nose which has left a nice little scar.

And last year I slipped & fell while put walking & dislocated my ankle. It still gives my trouble 8 months later.

And all this is not counting the random cuts, bruises & dings I pick up on an almost daily basis.

Oh! does sunburn count as an injury? Cause I managed to burn the backs of my calves yesterday, so the fronts are lily white & the backs lobster red! 2 tone legs.:laugh: