Top this!
What is the biggest injury you've suffered without going to a doctor for treatment?
(Bonus points if anyone uttered the phrase "Don't tell Mom!")
We had a discussion at work tonight that started out with xrays, and it morphed into a one-up competition about injuries.
DJ: I had tons of high school wrestling injuries. I never went to the doctor or anything for them. We just wrapped 'em up and kept on going.
Me: I was goofing around in the haymow with the neighbor kids when I was 12, and I did this cartoon-like dive head-first into a pile of straw. I thought I'd never walk again. But I didn't go to the doctor, I didn't even tell my parents. I thought I'd get in trouble for being stupid.
Janitor: I can beat that. I jumped down out of the barn and someone had a pitchfork. Got me here (he points to his left hand), and here (he points to his left arm pit). They just washed it off and called it good.
What do you have?
So far, a pitchfork to the arm seems to be the winner.
(Don't be too graphic, please. I get queasy.)
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I can't top this! I got a tattoo when I was 16 and didn't tell my parents, but I can't say as I've had a near fatal experience to top pitch fork guy!
Wow!
CJenny: Maybe it's not death defying, but at least it's parental defying! You're in!
*ponders* I don't know. I did a lot of really stupid stuff as a kid. No, my parents knew about the time I rode with my friend who had been drinking since the alternative was being raped by two guys if left with them (one was the boyfriend, who'd been drinking heavily and I didn't trust him then).
Hmm...probably hitting my head on a pool and kept on swimming. No blood, so I figured I was fine. Of course, I did that on a regular basis.
I can't think of anything. I fail.
Now, wait, Jessie...
Regarding these pool injuries, was there ever any broken skin or swelling of any kind? Of course, there's a lot to be said for the constant self-damage, too...
I say, you're in!
I'm a swimming with a concussion kid as well. Once as a very young competetive swimmer, I dove in and bumped my head on the bottom during warm ups and I was too embaressed to tell my coach or my parents. I got a concussion, and it wasn't until the day was almost over that the adults started to wonder about me. I got to go to the hospital for head x-rays! If I hadn't been so out of it, as an 8 year old I would have thought it was pretty cool! I was a backstroker, so I bumped my head agaist walls a few times too. I'm pretty careful to teach proper skills now as a coach.
All I've got is this time I was groundfighting (Hapkido-speak for sparring) a 57 year-old man (a close friend) & he knocked me out with a well-placed elbow to the noggin.
Yes, it hurt more than a tomato & don't even get me started on how bad my pride smarted!
hapkido: Ouch!
And bonus for being unconscious!
chlorinejenny: Ooo! Concussion! Good one!
Afraid I'll have to subtract points for the xrays, though.
Ok, I can't top some of these but I've got a couple . . .
I was "breaking in" a horse, something I'd no business doing alone, when i got bucked off and landed all twisty on a rock on my head. I'm sure I had a concussion, I was knocked out and the horse just stood there, almost jeering. Well, I managed to get onto him - to this day I don't know how, and I rode him home slumped over him like a dead guy in one of those westerns . . . he took me home too - even though technically he wasn't broke in. I never told anyone - he and I were best buds.
Then there would be the time I was on a trailride and jumped a ditch. The horse and I both went in, I fell off, he got scared and jumped all over me. I have this little floaty bone in my foot that still causes problems when I walk a lot - you can see it through the skin!!
Two episodes where I should have gone to the doc. Or, maybe at least told the folks . . .
I have more . . . many more. . .
Hmm, nothing out of the ordinary in the incidents. I was known for skinned knees and mysterious reasons for blood dripping off me. All my pretty tap-dancing and ballet pics as kid show a variety of boo-boos. I used to be the best, baddest tomboy ever. I think most of my parents knew though, because I was proud of them, so I showed off the scars.
Now, if I could get points for making my godmom break her knee, I'd be the winner, easily.
nothing spectacular to report. But, I do have dirt still in my knee from a fall I did not want mom to know about. I didn't want her to clean it because it would hurt too much. I cannot believe I'm 30 and STILL have dirt in my knee.
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