A can of tuna attacked me yesterday and almost took off the skin (and meat?) of my right middle finger (second knuckle). I won, kind of. Still have a new cut xD
Oh that is easy...this morning...its like a daily thing sometimes for me.
So I bought some new shoes with heels...I didn't realize they were so slick on the bottom. Forgetting that it rained last night I went right out the front door and right on my ass.
Thankfully it was 4am and nobody is up at that time in the neighborhood but me.
Rain is the universe's way of testing our balance.
That is pretty much how I looked this morning
Thank ya. I am going to have to try that.
Two days ago, while trimming rose bushes, a thorn decided it wanted to be in my finger. Ouch!
Lol ouch fits well xD
Oohh, yeah, that sounds painful But it's okay now, right?
Paper cuts are interesting - there was times when I made way deeper cuts, and it didn't bother me as much as paper cuts do. Such a tiny thing, but it always leave that little annoying burn behind (I'm not sure if it happens the same with you), that doesn't let you forget it's there, for around an entire day.
A few weeks ago I was eating a bagel and bit my tongue so hard I swear I heard it crunch. Normally I would yell a profanity and break something, but I was in a work meeting. I just sat there with beads of sweat forming on my forehead. Yea, good times.
That reminds me of when I hit my little toe against some corner. Getting creative with the language is a way of dealing with it.
Yeah, that sounds painful
I do that occasionally. My nemesis part of the garage where the ceiling (made of two-by-fours) is low. It's just like the old cartoons where you sit there for a moment with little birds circling your head.
That happens to me with door cabinets. I forget they are open and bam, they meet my head.
Yeah, something like that.
I believe my last hurtful self-inflicted injury, also involved a can. I rinse out and 'clean' them, sort of, before they go in the recycling bin. I cut myself on one them, not long ago.
I hate washing cans. I'm always extremely careful
I was using a nail gun and picked the wrong time to get careless.
I should've had my hand holding the board farther away..
When i shot the nail, it hit a knot in the wood, curved and didn't care that my finger wasn't wood..
Off to the emergency room..
Nails, saws, anything that might go through me or cut me normally leaves me too nervous to even be possible for me to be careless. My dad works with such things and I've seen how bad it can get.
One time he was cutting a piece of wood, and when the plank touched the saw, it flew up, hit his face and his fingers went into the saw. Some of the meat on the top of his fingers were gone
Yep, there's all kinds of things that can go wrong, even if you're being very careful..
When i went to the emergency room and got an x-ray.
They said there wasn't anything in my finger but further down by my palm, it showed i had a small piece of metal in my hand, that has been there for a long time.
I always noticed that spot and it would bother me when i would play the guitar..
When i got home, I took a razor blade and used a corner of it, to dig the piece of metal out, it never bothered me again..
You did it at home? Just cut it open and took it out?!
Lol...Yea I did it myself..
stuff like that doesn't bother me.
It bothers me more if i would see blood on someone else..
I can actually relate to that.
I guess I was spoiled - with my mother being a nurse and all xD She would strangle me if I did such thing.
Also, after i got my medical bill.
I still had to pay about $1200 that insurance didn't cover..
That's why i wasn't going to ask them to get it out.
If my finger wouldn't have swollen up right after it happened, i wouldn't have gone at all.
I would've just soaked it and put some Neosporin and a band aid...
I can only imagine
All of that sounds really painful
I get paper cuts at work all the time, it's the hazards of an office job lol! But surfing, the number of injuries I've had with that are a mile long. The latest would be doing a face plant into the water off a wave and suddenly realizing that the sand was only a couple of feet under
This is a tough call for me. I mean, I don't exactly remember, what happened and when, but I know it was two nights ago. I was battered and bruised, as if I had once again gone head over heels in my drunken state, probably took a mistep in my sandals and fell down. Well, more likely that than levitating towards the ceiling.