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Okay, so here's what's been happening here. My American Football team back home goes to the playoffs, and they're doin' sweet. But then they lose, and I get back from a havin' a fun time in Uppsala, and then *SNAP!* there goes my right ligament while playing basket ball. WTF? Was I supposed to play football this year, win state, and since I didn't the universal spirits and higher powers are punishing me with a torn ligament? Or maybe I was suppossed to play football and just tear a ligament? You can answer if you want, or...

...share your horrible back luck with broken limbs, joints, and other bodily things I didn't mention. Oh yeah, polls comming, because I just love polls.

I've had most of my ribs broken, my nose, both of my arms, 3 fingers, my right leg, my skull & my right foot, all doing various weird things, like being in car crashes, jumping out windows, falling off roofs, being arrested & getting in fights. Oh and I broke 2 toes once, because I fired a very, very highpowered cleaning gizmo at my foot... I had to see if it would really hurt. It did. Shockingly much. And last time I went dancing (this weekend), was fortunate enough to wrap my lips around a Doc Martens boot. So now I have one less tooth to worry about.

Okay, so here's what's been happening here. My American Football team back home goes to the playoffs, and they're doin' sweet. But then they lose, and I get back from a havin' a fun time in Uppsala, and then *SNAP!* there goes my right ligament while playing basket ball. WTF? Was I supposed to play football this year, win state, and since I didn't the universal spirits and higher powers are punishing me with a torn ligament? Or maybe I was suppossed to play football and just tear a ligament? You can answer if you want, or...

...share your horrible back luck with broken limbs, joints, and other bodily things I didn't mention. Oh yeah, polls comming, because I just love polls.
Nah i just creak alot.
My Knees have been really bad for the last 6 weeks.

I made my Shoulder crack once.

That sucks, but its (sometimes) entertaining in hindsight. I've only gotten stress fractures and torn ligaments, mainly doing fairly normal things under boring circumstances. Like crippling myslef while running through some woods, and landing on a stump. Then a few people passed me by, while I'm screaming, "I can't walkt! I cannot walk!" Then I get up, attempt to walk, and fall. Eventually, someone lent me a hand so I could gimp my way out. It was at a camp, so I didn't know I had a torn ligament (which makes it now three times, with one on the left, and two on the right). I might have had a few broken fingures, but everyone in my town just says, "Rub some dirt on it!" I couldn't hold a pencil, and my fingures were stuck in this sort of karate-nose-punch-fist-thing for about a month.

But a tooth...I'd be really angry if I lost a tooth. I presume that the owner of that Doc Marten's boot got quite a righteous chastising?

You know how if somebody breaks their knee, they can pop it out of place and rotate it 360 degrees sometimes, can the same be done if somebody breaks their neck?

You know how if somebody breaks their knee, they can pop it out of place and rotate it 360 degrees sometimes, can the same be done if somebody breaks their neck?
Depends on how much you want to die.....

Never broken anything.

Though, while playing sports once, I ran full force into someone, collided heads, and put a nasty looking dent just above my right eyebrow ridge. It didn't fracture, and though it mostly healed, the nerves in my eyebrow ridge tingle unpleasantly if i touch it. Not noticable on the outside, though.

And my left ankle is permanently shot, though I can't recall how I did that.

Never broken anything.

Though, while playing sports once, I ran full force into someone, collided heads, and put a nasty looking dent just above my right eyebrow ridge. It didn't fracture, and though it mostly healed, the nerves in my eyebrow ridge tingle unpleasantly if i touch it. Not noticable on the outside, though.

And my left ankle is permanently shot, though I can't recall how I did that.
I ran into a water tap.
I was running near a building and collected it on my way by.
It didnt hurt a bit but it knoced the tap right off.

Some full tried to tackle me once and connected with my hip to his head ha ha
headache!

When I was 5, I fell off of a weightlifting machine. My head smacked the concrete, and I didn't even get a fracture. There was a bit of blood, but it was just from some broken skin.

When I was 7, I fell off of my bunk bed, taking its detachable ladder with me. I landed on it, and I looked like a mangled mess. My right arm was quite bruised, but nothing serious.

When I was 8, I got slammed by the entirety of the opposing team when I was playing ultimate frisbee. I was about 4'6", and the first kid to hit me was a 6'3" man-child who was only two years older than me. After said hit and the dogpile, I came out with a bruised left arm and a somewhat bloody nose (just from a scrape). Later that year, I fell off of my bike, hitting my forehead on the asphault of the street. I had a big bruise, but no serious injuries. And no, I wasn't wearing a helmet.

And when I was 12, I sprained my right foot by jumping on the jade tile flooring of my aunt's house. It recovered fully in just under a month.


Must be the dairy products.

Heh, in American football, we make sure to butt heads and then check to see how much of the other teams color you got our helmets. Little barbaric, and probably not the best for your back. And its fun do plow through people, without slowing down at all, tossing them aside as if they were little bits of pop-corn.

Random thought: Can you kick pidgeons in big urban cities? Has anyone ever been attacked or hurt themselves kicking pidgeons?

On the neck thing: do use a turnicut for a slit throat? :p

On me: I'm lactose intolerant. It sucks, and milk smells funny. :D

My bones break to easily.

I broke my collar bone whilst racing my brother (He tripped me up, and in a square kilometer of grassland, I landed on the only manhole cover) :(

Then when playing football (And thats English football, not the Pseudo Rugby you Americans play) I was in nets, and in stopping the ball crossing the line I snapped my wrist. What made it even mure humiliating, was the ball having hit my hand, trickled across the goal line :(

I switched places with the center forward though, and managed to score twice.

We still lost 13-4

Havent broken anything since that...

Never have broken anything or had a serious injury. I have a pretty long scar on my right forearm but that was just a little scrape too. I'm just so friggin' boring that I never get into a situation where I might get hurt.

I'm just so friggin' boring that I never get into a situation where I might get hurt.
I bet I'll break something when I go to Lappland in about a week in half. Maybe even tear my ligament, again. Then again, I might get gored by a reindeer. Wanna bet? :p

The only thing I've ever broken was my little pinky toe. It happened over a vacation to Disneyworld when I was 12. My friends and I were doing acrobatics on the beds and I managed to stub my toe somewhere along the way. Of course the very next day a behemoth of a girl stepped on that exact same toe. Go figure. When I told my dad my toe hurt, he checked it, pronounced it broken and reset it. The end.

I put a very old rusty pitch-fork straight through my foot when I was 6, (after being told not to play with the very old rust pitch-fork, incase i put it through my foot).

Heh, in American football, we make sure to butt heads and then check to see how much of the other teams color you got our helmets. Little barbaric, and probably not the best for your back. And its fun do plow through people, without slowing down at all, tossing them aside as if they were little bits of pop-corn.

Pfft, american football is weak. Helmets? Padding? Sod that.

http://images.google.com.au/images?q=tbn:MbM5QcL_6UUJ:bloke.s5.com/images/afl_australian_football_mark.jpeg

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Of course, that's the retarded commercial version. They actually have a referee. As such, it's boring to watch. And play. And the short shorts make it look somewhat homoerotic, which i'm sure is part of the appeal, secretly or not, to most fans.

The REAL version is combining all of the potential violence of american football (without a referee) without padding. Proper goal posts not necessary. Mix it up with a couple of fights that are more violent than those that appear in Ice Hockey, and it's great fun. Coincidentally, that's what I was playing when I damn near fractured my skull. :D

But a tooth...I'd be really angry if I lost a tooth. I presume that the owner of that Doc Marten's boot got quite a righteous chastising?
Nope. After I got home, I seriously considered paying the owner of said boot a visit, but.. It was an accident. He sort of "stepped" in my mouth. Just bad luck. And it's even happened once before. Fucking incredible. I'm not a midget or anything like that. Last time it happened though, I only had a tooth nicked. Wonder if it was the same one?
Oh well. I'm lucky like that. And I suspect I must have an extraordinarily huge mouth. Had a dog tead me in it once as well. Not only did it taste rather bad, but it also left my mouth full of hair. Fucking dogs.. And yes, I was lying on my back on a floor & was trying to say something.. And the dog was nearly blind.

Anyway, I also had my collarbone broken once. Came running out of an alley & torpedoed a motorcycle. Pure insanity. We almost got in a fight over who the blind idiot was. Obviously I was, but I was in a good deal of pain, and not really inclined to accept it was my own fault. Especially considering the damn biker wasn't hurt at all & his bike seemed perfectly fine.

I've been in lots of semi-entertaining accidents. But usually those don't result in broken bones. Ok, I suppose it's kind of amusing when someone is drunk (and idiotic) enough not to realize he's on the third floor, and staggers out the nearest door to take a piss. Interestingly, I think I managed to get 100% sober before I hit the ground. That's how I broke my leg, if you're wondering. I'm forever grateful I didn't lad on my bladder. It's undoubtedly the one thing that could have made it worse. Oh, and it wasn't raining. That was pretty lucky too.

I think I better not write about any more of my idiotic accidents...

I guess broken fingernails don't count, do they?
Otherwise, I nver broke a thing. Neither inside my own body nor in anybody elses... I had a boring life when it comes to emergency wards and hospitals...

-snip-
Okay, you win. :p
So what do you think of hockey? They (the players) always say its the roughest, meanest sport on the planet. I say they're...well...anyone here play hockey?

I think I better not write about any more of my idiotic accidents...
No, its quite alright. Those are the best.
When my dad was a bouncer in Detroit he carred a pipe wrench with him, just in case. Maybe you should do the same. :D

I guess broken fingernails don't count, do they?
Since I said something like "broken limbs, joints, and whatever" that technically counts, buts its your call. I've broken a couple a fingernails in my time, and those bleed waaayyy to much.
Almost lobbed one of my fingers off with a hatchet too, now that I think about it. Or, then again, maybe I didn't because they bleed waaayyy too much. I pop those in my mouth and suck. Suck that until it feels better. Salivia kills bacteria too!

broken my arms 2 times
1. as a 150 cm great turk who weights ca. 45kilo has fouled me (1,78 90kilo )in a soccergame
2. i fell off a ladder while i renovate my kitchen

No, its quite alright. Those are the best.
When my dad was a bouncer in Detroit he carred a pipe wrench with him, just in case. Maybe you should do the same. :D
Hehe, I do something similar, but normally I wouldn't dream of using a weapon. I'll rather take a beating if that's what'll happen.

But! Another two idiotic incident for you.

I was trying to get a 6 million year old fossilized antenna off a rooftop. It was quite windy, so even shouting didn't carry too well. And I was listening to my walkman (yes, one of those archaeic things with tapes in them). Not that I was allowed to do that, and I guess I know why now.
Anyway, this guy I was working with yelled something at me. So I yelled back "What?!", the guy repeated this stream of incomprehensible nonsense.
At that point, I decided he was most likely trying to say something important, so I put away my skrewdriver, and took half a step backwards while I turned off my walkman.

Sadly, the guy had been yelling for me to watch out, because he'd removed a bit of the roof behind me. At least, that's what he told me he'd been yelling, when we tried to get me untangled from the dishwasher I landed in, when I elegantly stepped backwards through the roof.

The great thing about it all, was that I broke my wrist & got some payed vacation. And I didn't have to worry about the damn antenna ever again.


I broke the same arm again right after I got rid of the cast. I had the worst nightmare in my life, woke up screaming, half-registered that I was in a strange place & ran for it. I mean, really ran for my life. I'm not certain, but I think I tried to run towards the most bright thing my addled brain registered.

So much to the surprise of an elderly couple taking a late night stroll, a screaming naked man suddenly came crashing out a window above their heads. One of the lowest of low points in my life, was when I lay there on the street, covered in cuts & with a body that felt like it was already dead, and had to ask the elderly couple to call an ambulance... The lowest of low points, was when the police arrived before the ambulance. I'm so pleased I'll never let them run out of new shit to mock me with. Just lovely that.
I fractured my arm quite badly in that incident, broke my nose, and busted a few ribs... And I looked like I'd been flayed or something.

As it turns out, I was at my lover's place. Nothing strange about it & I'd been there at least hundred times before. I never knew exactly what it was I dreamt though. That bothers me a little.

As it turns out, I was at my lover's place. Nothing strange about it & I'd been there at least hundred times before. I never knew exactly what it was I dreamt though. That bothers me a little.
ROFLMAO! x5 or something... :D Oh...I gotta recover my breath...hehehehe....

Anyhow, you probably forgot what you were dreaming, well, because you smashed through a window in the buff. I think you gotta stop and think about dreams most of the time, I often forget what I dream, because I jump up, throw on some clothes, and sprint to the bus stop because I'm too poor to own car.

Is it okay to be laughing at other's misfortune? I feel so much less angry after reading all of these posts though. Jag mår :p nu.

Its my own thread, had to have a little Swedish. ;)

but when i was five i smashed the back of my head open falling off a rowing machine.
when i was 8 i smashed the front of my head open running into a wall because I couldnt see
I've rolled my right ankle so many times its permanently damaged
My right shoulder is rather heavily damaged, to the point where i can disjoint it at will
On no less than 5 occasions i have torqued my knee hard enough to make me limb for a week
and i once slipped on an icy river and landed on my right arm 6 times in a row, i couldn;t move said arm for 3 days.
so in short, im a pretty lucky bastard

Okay, so here's what's been happening here. My American Football team back home goes to the playoffs, and they're doin' sweet. But then they lose, and I get back from a havin' a fun time in Uppsala, and then *SNAP!* there goes my right ligament while playing basket ball. WTF? Was I supposed to play football this year, win state, and since I didn't the universal spirits and higher powers are punishing me with a torn ligament? Or maybe I was suppossed to play football and just tear a ligament? You can answer if you want, or...

...share your horrible back luck with broken limbs, joints, and other bodily things I didn't mention. Oh yeah, polls comming, because I just love polls.

No broken bones, just had my leg sawed in half when I was 11.
Legg-Calve'-Perthes Disease (http://www.nonf.org/perthesbrochure/perthes-brochure.htm). Unfortunately for me it was caught in it's late stage, nearly lost my leg, have degenerative arthritis of the hip and will have to have a full hip replacement by the time I'm 40 (12 years to go).

I just typed this post with a broken hand.

There are some perks, though.

The cast is good for hitting people with... :)

Random thought: Can you kick pidgeons in big urban cities? Has anyone ever been attacked or hurt themselves kicking pidgeons?


Yes, but you may be cited for it. When I lived in Las Vegas, I was talking to someone that did just that and he was charged by Metro with "interfering with the flight of a bird".

Well two summers ago I manged 3 Emergency Room visits in a week and a half. One was for a car accident, another one i had two razors gash open my foot (Very bloody I might add), and three I was trying to limp up the stairs in my "crippled" foot, stepped on the cuts accidently, leg gave out and i fell down the stairs, hurt very badly...

Then lets go to January-September 2005. I got 2 concussions, 2 displaced verbrates in my neck, stretched ligiment/tendon/whatever the hell the doctor said in my neck, and I bruised my spinal chord. I got rushed to the hospital cause I was temporarly paralized. And just to let you all know, even when your in the process of passing out and waking up from the concussion, not being able to move is one of the scariest things I've ever encountered.


Though being numb everywhere was kinda cool....Not feeling anything was an experience too.

The only thing I've borken is my arm. And that was because I was playing with a fan and a friend kicked me off the table I was jumping on. I also severed the nerve and my thumb took days to stop twitching...:fluffle:

Yes, but you may be cited for it. When I lived in Las Vegas, I was talking to someone that did just that and he was charged by Metro with "interfering with the flight of a bird".
Interesting...however, here's a ryme I remember from somewhere:

"We're in Italy,
and we're all sick,
how many pidgeons can you kick?"

So in the US you get fined. What happens in Euro?

Legg-Calve'-Perthes Disease, sounds worse than most broken bones, to me at least. Anyhow, from what I've heard from people getting full hip replacements, well they were fiftyish, but they say its great.

I used to play soccer at school and had a bad habbit of getting injured right before the opening trials, and then again later in the season at a national tournament..

I've broken an arm, a few fingers and my left hand (I'm left handed). That was playing hockey (not ice hockey to you North Americans).

I've also had a knee reconstruction because I tore my anterior cruciate ligament playing netball. Excruciatingly painful.

So in the US you get fined. What happens in Euro?
Same thing, but different countries have different priorities. Not all nations, cities & law enforcement types gives a shit about cruelty to animals.

I've broken an arm, a few fingers and my left hand (I'm left handed). That was playing hockey (not ice hockey to you North Americans).

I've also had a knee reconstruction because I tore my anterior cruciate ligament playing netball. Excruciatingly painful.

Oh... Ow...

*ubercringe*

Oh... Ow...

*ubercringe*

Yeah, I was lying on the floor, rocking back & forward because it was too painful to lie still. I was completely in my own little world of pain. The drugs I got when they operated a few weeks later were nice though. :)

When I was 5, I fell off of a weightlifting machine. My head smacked the concrete, and I didn't even get a fracture. There was a bit of blood, but it was just from some broken skin.

When I was 7, I fell off of my bunk bed, taking its detachable ladder with me. I landed on it, and I looked like a mangled mess. My right arm was quite bruised, but nothing serious.

When I was 8, I got slammed by the entirety of the opposing team when I was playing ultimate frisbee. I was about 4'6", and the first kid to hit me was a 6'3" man-child who was only two years older than me. After said hit and the dogpile, I came out with a bruised left arm and a somewhat bloody nose (just from a scrape). Later that year, I fell off of my bike, hitting my forehead on the asphault of the street. I had a big bruise, but no serious injuries. And no, I wasn't wearing a helmet.

And when I was 12, I sprained my right foot by jumping on the jade tile flooring of my aunt's house. It recovered fully in just under a month.


Must be the dairy products.
I stood on a nail.
I stood on some sharpe Garage exterior clading.