I saw that diving video last year. That was crazy.

Ya it will stick with you for a while. I've seen some nasty videos but I dont go looking for them anymore. Dont care to see that stuff.

THere was a nsty picture I saw once of an old man who died in his bathtub. Im fuzzy on the details but there was a heater on right next to the tub or against it? and no one found him for weeks.

The buy boiled in the tub all that timeand when he was found, and they pulled him out his meat came off and in the tub was pretty much human soup. The picture was disgusting.

In movies, on tv, I love gore . IN reality , its a whole different ball game.

Law212 said:

In movies, on tv, I love gore . IN reality , its a whole different ball game.

Yes, this.

LegendofMyth said:

So...were starting a 4chan /b thread?

I don't know what that is.

LegendofMyth said:

YourEscape said:

I don't know what that is.

The darkest corner of the internet.

There isn't really anything too terribly bad about discussing injuries. Although, that video is pretty messed up..

Really?? Well then, grab yourself something to drink and sit down 'cause i has quite a few.

Let's start with the first one. At age of 5, while we were playing street hockey my cousins, my sis and i, i got hit by... wait for it... not one, not two, but three times with a slapshot to the face (you thought i'd say i'd get hit by a car eh!? lol). It may not sound much but getting hit in the face three times with a frozen puck (yeah we were playing in the street with pucks 'cause my cousins whinned that they wanted to practice their shots with pucks instead of orange balls, gotta say that the street was iced too).

Anywho, the first slapshot i got to the face happened while i was going in front of the goalie and recieved the puck right on the forehead, it did hurt like hell but after a few minutes sitting it out i felt ok to continue. The second shot came in pretty much the same except i got the puck on the nose that time. After another while freezing my ass on the snowbank i started whinning that i wanted back into the game. So my sis got the "brillant" idea of puting me on defense, great idea "dum ass". So i go defense and probably a minute after i tripped while my sis had this other "great idea" of doing a slapshot to get rid of the puck in front of the net. Well, guess what. While falling i ended up recieving both the puck and her hockey stick right between the eyes which not only did knock the hell out of me but also broke my face. I ended up at the E.R. with a broken nose, skull fracture (the bone that surround the eyes) and a concussion.

To make it worst, 'cause of my young age at the time and the concussion, i had to stay awake for 72hrs straight under surveillance to make sure i wouldn't fall in a coma or something in the like. And, as if it wasn't enough already, two days later we were having school pictures to which my mom forced me to go at. I didn't stay at school all day but went there to have my picture taken (i think she still has those pictures somewhere for some motherly devious reasons i don't understand lol). Before the photoshoot, i was so messed up i looked like a racoon that had been beaten with an ugly stick. When they took the photos i looked like a whored out racoon that had been beaten with an ugly stick. Those foos had the audacity of using damn make-up, and lots of it, to try to hide what can't be hid: my broken face.

The one good thing that came out of all that story was the fact that i missed most of my school year and got to watch lots and lots of TV cartoon shows and movies that year instead of learning basic stuff that i already knew like counting to 10-20 (or however they count to in first grade) and the alphabet. So, in a way, TV was my first english teacher (although i'm french canadian) as i was watching more english TV shows than french ones. And, i had control of the TV meaning my sis couldn't annoy me with her lame Belle and Sebastian, and Candy, and Heidi stupid girly girl girl cartoons that she used to watch all the time. STFU and watch He-Man, Transformers, G.I Joe and Ulysses 31 (oh! You like that one?? Damn it...) dum ass. It'll teach you to break my face. My beautiful llamas face... Oh, wait! It wasn't me who said that...

In the end, i recovered completely and got no physical or psychological sequels from that one. I was really lucky...that time. I also had other major accidents but the stories won't be told in this episode. So, stay tuned, same Bat time, same Bat channel, for next week episode's. For now, i has some villains i have to beat... in a game (lol).

Also: I find this difficult to masterbate to.

WhorrorLoLz said:

Also: I find this difficult to masterbate to.

If you cant get off to that video in the first post, then see a doctor. Something is wrongwith you.

Alright...time to share some stories. First one happened to me...

When I was younger, I used to live in this massive complex that had two sections connected by a massive hill. Everyday after school, the kids of the complex would meet up at the hill and play around until our parents would call us in for supper. One day, I decided I had built up enough courage to ride my bike down the hill (back then, it was an extremely terrifying thought). Although young and often at times stupid, I did put on a helmet. I decided to start half way down in order to build up confidence before attempting it from the top. A few seconds after starting, I chickened out and instead of hitting the breaks, I put my feet on the ground (it was a reaction, I was scared shitless). My foot immediately flew backwards upon hitting the pavement due to the forward momentum and got caught in the back tire/chain, forcing the bike to a sudden stop sending me flying head first into the pavement in front of me. The bike had flipped up into the air and landed on-top of me.

I had removed the protective covering on the handle bars a few days prior because I thought it was much cooler to ride my bike without them. This proved to be most unfortunate, as the handle landed right on my stomach, the sharp metal ring exposed digging into me. This was the first and only time in my entire life that I had the wind knocked out of me. I was later told it wasn't the handle bar impaling itself into my stomach, but the sheer force of the bike landing on my chest. It was the scariest moment of my entire life. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't breathe. It was like my lungs were being pressed in a vice preventing them from inflating. I gasped for air as my Brother ran to get my parents.

I still have a faint scar wear the bikes handle bar stuck into me.

Ill share some more later during the weekend.

I escaped almost certain injury this time:

A friend up the road used to own an incredible go kart. It was full size, with the roll cage and everything. So, being stupid twelve year-olds, we decided that the best thing to do was have two people ride it and then put one on a GT sled that was tied to it with a rope. It was winter, with a decent amount of snow on the ground, so it sounded like a good idea.

It was a Hell of a lot of fun, but we ended up breaking the one ski rather quickly, after I was sent skidding across bare pavement with sparks flying everywhere. So, we put that back on and then gave up for the night, deciding we'd do it all day the next day.

I live in the country, so there are a lot of relatively deserted roads around, as well as some back trails if you look for them. We went on one lengthy one I'd never seen before and drove a few miles on it. It just so happened that, when I was on the back, they drove down and back up a very small jut in the ground, which sent me flying and into the side of the kart feet first. I thought I'd broken something for sure, but got really lucky.

We were all pretty lucky those days, because falling off wasn't a rare occurrence. It happened a few times and it could take a while before the two riders noticed the GT was empty. Keep in mind it was only a one person vehicle, so the second person stood on the side, holding the roll cage.

Blissful ignorance...

The next day, we made a huge track in the kid's backyard, which didn't last long. It was too deep and the go kart ended up cutting through their cable wire.

I almost drowned once as a kid, and I broke my hand playing Lacrosse. That's all I can think of. I was a smart kid.

I broke my arm playing hockey one year, nothing to serious. Got really good at Mario Kart Double Dash with a cast on.

I went to school with a kid, who broke another kid's femur in soccer with his face.

Alright...time for another story. This one is about a friend I had back in the day when I lived in Saskatchewan (ew, I know...it was only for a year).

It was a sunny afternoon and we had just arrived back home from school. We decided to get some out door time before starting on homework because it was really nice out. Instead of heading to the local park my friend had another idea...he wanted to climb the tree in front of his house. Being young and stupid, I didn't argue the thought. He climbed up first trying to show off...I followed shortly after him. Before I was even half way to the top, he tried to balance himself on the top branch without holding on to anything...this of course resulted in him losing balance and falling from the tree.

Now...lots of people fall from trees all the time. I kinda see it as a rite of passage through childhood. But this particular fall was a little more severe. You see, most people land on their back or fronts when they fall. My friend? He landed on his right elbow...the force of hitting the pavement was far too much for the elbow to absorb. His entire arm bone literally shot upwards right through his shoulder...all I remember seeing was lots of blood on the ground and this bone sticking out of his shoulder.

I have a few more...but I will post them later.

Sintacs said:

Now thats fucking retarded

That fence gives me the fucking heebie jeebies..

Gah!

I've never sustained what I would consider a serious injury.. Never broken a limb.. never had stitches.

I've gashed the top of my head open when I rode my bike down some stairs and took the corner of a cement step to the dome. Bike landed on top of me.

That one bled quite a bit.. head wounds normally do.

Dropped a hitch on my hand and fractured a couple of fingers.. but not enough that they needed any kind of cast or anything.

Took an umbrella to right near the eye which bled a lot.. but not big enough for stitches.

Took a speaker corner to the forehead at high speed which left me with a scar which is still visible.. though barely now.

Other than that.. it's just been your garden variety wounds from tree climbing and bike riding and all the other stuff that happens.

You can't build a few hundred bike jumps out of found objects without incurring some scrapes and bruises.. but nothing that required a trip to the hospital.

The only time I've ever been to the hospital (in regards to an 'injury')is when an over filled propane tank blasted the excess out on my face and neck. Had to go to make sure I didn't inhale enough to be dangerous.

Got frostbite on my face and neck from that.

That's about it..

The worst thing that has happened to me is my left knee had its inside ligament torn, and Ive thrown my arm out of its socket. To play baseball again, I have to get re constructive surgery on my shoulder, and Re constructive surgery on my knee if I want to play football again.

Related to video: I couldnt believe he survived that, because if you watch at the end, his chest was moving up and down. Lucky kid for surviving that, but he will never be the same again, if he survived the operating room..

When I was in Elementary school, I was lying on the grass outside the school at reccess or lunch or w/e, and my friend dropped himself down next to me, unfortunately landing on my left hand while my thumb was sticking out. It hurt a fair bit, went to see the nurse, but I was determined to tough it out so went back to class. Ended up going back to the nurse a little while later as I was feeling dizzy and nauseous so I knew something was up. Went and got an X-ray, discovered a hairline fracture down the lower part of my thumb(the part in the hand, not the extremity) needed to wear a splint for a month or so.

Then a few years later, near the end of grade 7, I was out riding a 125cc(might have been 250, we had both, don't remember which one I was on) with my dad in a large area that we weren't supposed to be in, but its where everybody went to ride their bikes/atvs etc. My dad and I went off, away from the main area, onto a nice flat stretch to pick up a bit of speed when we suddenly saw a security truck up ahead, driving in our direction. My dad, ahead of me, being experienced, easily came to a quick stop. Me, not being experienced at all(I didn't know how to use the rear brake, only the front, as I had literally only driven around in a very small area before) was not able to come to an easy, quick stop as we were going a fair speed now. I forget what, but I remember being excited for going so fast, it was something like 60k. I ended up locking up the front wheel and hitting a bit of a rock which the wheel normally would have just driven over, but being locked, it pushed the wheel sideways, which knocked me off balance, and subsequently, off the bike. I don't know exactly what happened next, but when I stood up I was feeling very dizzy and nauseous, and I knew instantly I had broken something, as it was exactly how I felt a few years prior when I broke my thumb. It felt like it was my left hand, so I took my glove off to take a look and noticed a lump on my lower thumb(again, hand part). Needing to get away before the security guards got to us, I put the glove back on, and we quickly rode back to our car. I managed to stay conscious the whole time while riding, but as soon as we got to the car, and I got off the bike, I just about lost it. I just remember sitting on something, not really being able to see, and swaying from side to side like crazy. I remember seeing people walking by looking at me weird, so obviously I wasn't looking so hot lol. Once my dad and my brother got the bikes loaded back onto the trailer, they drove me to the hospital. After the initial assessment, I sat in the waiting room for a fucking disgusting amount of time, something like 8 or 9 hours before going in for x-rays.

The thing that pissed me off the most, was it was firework night during Vancouvers, then called, HSBC Celebration of Light and it was Canadas turn. I didn't mind that much the day of, but the following day when I learned it was Canadas best ever firework display, that still to this day has not been outdone, I was REAL pissed lol.

After the x-rays, and after the doctor took a look at them, they came out and told me theres nothing to worry about, its slight a slight fracture, go on home. I was pretty happy, but asked the doctor why there was a giant lump on my thumb. He told me it was just swelling, it'll go down in time, don't worry about it. A few days later,(forget how many. 5 days? honestly, no idea) when the supposed 'swelling' hadn't changed in the slightest(the 'swelling' btw, was hard as a rock) my parents decided to take me back to the hospital to get it looked at again. This doctor said theres no way its swelling, let me look at the x-rays. He looked at them and said basically WTF? This bone is completely broken! We now learned the lump, supposedly swelling, that was sticking out of my hand, was in-fact my thumb bone. He said its been long enough now that the bone has set in this position, the only solution is surgery. So I got booked into surgery the next day I believe it was where they re-broke the bone and inserted 2 metal rods to hold it in place.

We eventually learned that the doctor that originally looked at the x-rays, somehow managed to look at my previous x-rays from a couple years prior, when I did in fact, just have a hairline fracture. Why he said when looking at those x-rays just go home, and didn't put me in a splint, like the doctor did at the time, I have no idea... How the fuck he looked at x-rays from a couple years prior and not the ones that were just taken that day, I also have no idea.

I got to start high school(gr. 8) in a cast, and much to my delight, the first thing we did in P.E. was rugby, which I got to miss :D I wouldn't have an issue playing rugby now, or football, but at the time, grade 8, it was the last thing in the world I wanted to do.

After the cast got taken off, and the 2 rods taken out, 8 weeks, or w.e it was later, I had to spend a lot of time in physio therapy to regain control of my thumb. My thumb was essentially paralyzed when the cast got taken off. It took a lot of EXTREMELY early mornings(talking like 6amish physio so I didn't miss any school) to regain the use of my thumb. It's still not 100%,(I can bend my right thumb a decent amount more) and if I go for a long time without really using it/bending it, then it does stiffen up. So every so often you'll see me stretching my thumb, doing the physio exercises I did all those years ago trying to keep it nimble. Video games definitely help keep it active, lol.

Since it was the doctors fuck up that I had to go through all this, they paid for all the physio. We were told we could sue the doctor up until I was 18(I was 13 I guess when I broke it) but my parents decided not to do so. I've got no noticeable loss of use in the thumb, I just can't bend it quite as much as my right thumb, so it didn't greatly concern me. The only lingering thing is, what people have called, a Frankenstein scar. It was 12 stitches to sew up the cut from the surgery. I have attached a photo below.



You can sort of see it, not that well though, the 2 holes were the rods were inserted. Right on the first joint, where the extremity part of the thumb starts I guess you could say. The doctor also said that scar would go nearly invisible after about a year. Its now been, coming up on, 10 years, and the scar looks almost the same as it did a week after the stitches got taken out. Even with all the massaging and whatever the physio said to do to minimize the look of it.

I tore my left quad while playing baseball...I was running to first base and when my left leg was off the ground...i felt it cramp up...and when I put it down( so hard to stop a full out running motion), I felt this incredible surge of pain...felt light headed...sat on the bench for a bit...got up to walk....couldn't put any weight on it. Went to the hospital and ended up on crutches for about 4 weeks...took a long time for it to get better too...it bothered me the whole next winter during hockey.

Have had other sports related issues, a concussion when I was 17...before it was a real issue...but nothing too serious.