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Among my friends and family I am notorious for accidents involving my toes. I don't know what the hell it is...I have broken my pinky toes so many times now that I've honestly lost count. Generally just by stubbing them. I don't know how I manage it so constantly...but even when I don't break my toes, I almost always have at least one that is severely bruised. Not to mention the number of toenails I've had ripped off by accident. It's like I can't accurately judge space or something when it comes to my feet. I just stubbed the hell out of my toe again on the corner of the stove and it got me thinking (as I clutched my foot and howled).

Are there injuries you've caused to yourself through clumsiness, or because of a particular activity you engage in frequently? Do you tend to injure yourself in the same area or in the same manner?

Among my friends and family I am notorious for accidents involving my toes. I don't know what the hell it is...I have broken my pinky toes so many times now that I've honestly lost count. Generally just by stubbing them. I don't know how I manage it so constantly...but even when I don't break my toes, I almost always have at least one that is severely bruised. Not to mention the number of toenails I've had ripped off by accident. It's like I can't accurately judge space or something when it comes to my feet. I just stubbed the hell out of my toe again, on the corner of the stove and it got me thinking (as I clutched my foot and howled).

Are there injuries you've caused to yourself through clumsiness, or because of a particular activity you engage in frequently? Do you tend to injure yourself in the same area or in the same manner?

Not physical injuries.

I tend to have a near-constant succession of minor injuries from clumsyness e.g. falling over, walking into things etc in everyday life. But I'm extremely risk averse, and so haven't participated in anything particularly dangerous or stupid, which has meant that I haven't ever done myself any serious injury (I often stub my toes too, but they just bruise and I don't think I've done it hard enough to break any)

Among my friends and family I am notorious for accidents involving my toes. I don't know what the hell it is...I have broken my pinky toes so many times now that I've honestly lost count. Generally just by stubbing them. I don't know how I manage it so constantly...but even when I don't break my toes, I almost always have at least one that is severely bruised. Not to mention the number of toenails I've had ripped off by accident. It's like I can't accurately judge space or something when it comes to my feet. I just stubbed the hell out of my toe again on the corner of the stove and it got me thinking (as I clutched my foot and howled).

Are there injuries you've caused to yourself through clumsiness, or because of a particular activity you engage in frequently? Do you tend to injure yourself in the same area or in the same manner?I broke my arm when I was two years old.
Nothing since then has ever happened to me.

Not physical injuries.

Touché. I think that's a valid area to stray into though.

Well I used to rip my hands apart when I was rowing and I've hurt my knee a couple of times by falling over while running. Nothing too major.

Touché. I think that's a valid area to stray into though.

Very well then.

I sabotage my own plans by procrastinating through them. A voice in my head convinces me that I'd rather not be doing anything than, say, correcting 25 theory quizzes, each with 125 intervals apiece. Then I get behind and have to stay up late making up for the earlier indolence. I chide myself and promise it won't happen again, but it invariably does.

I guess the insomnia is physical damage resulting from this, so I may have been on topic after all.

I tend to have a near-constant succession of minor injuries from clumsyness e.g. falling over, walking into things etc in everyday life. But I'm extremely risk averse, and so haven't participated in anything particularly dangerous or stupid, which has meant that I haven't ever done myself any serious injury (I often stub my toes too, but they just bruise and I don't think I've done it hard enough to break any)

I'm not very risk adverse. One thing that absolutely amazes me is that I've never had my nose broken...not during street fights, and not when I was boxing. Nor have I suffered any damage to my teeth. I HAVE however, sustained damage to my jaw, but over the years it's gotten a bit less delicate and poppy.

I have engaged in drunken mountain climbing, I've ridden my brother's BMX down sandstone bluffs full tilt, I've climbed trees, jumped over mountain crevices, I've wandered around the bush high on mushrooms, and I've stumbled about drunkenly in sketchy areas. Other than the consistent damage to my feet, I've been left relatively unscathed.

Although as I get older, that feeling of immortality has faded somewhat, and once in a while when I'm about to do something I would have done before with no thought, I pause a little before saying...yeah do it :D

(Although when it comes to street fighting now, I'm very aware of the probable legal consequences, and therefore professional consequences, and I'm much less likely to initiate violence.)

I cannot seem to slice a piece of bread, be it a loaf or a baguette or a ciabatta, without lacerating either of my hands. Fortunately I do not eat bread often, and slice it even less, so it's not much of a concern, but I do realise that more practice would probably alleviate, if not eliminate, the problem. The carbs are not worth it, though.

Very well then.

I sabotage my own plans by procrastinating through them. A voice in my head convinces me that I'd rather not be doing anything than, say, correcting 25 theory quizzes, each with 125 intervals apiece. Then I get behind and have to stay up late making up for the earlier indolence. I chide myself and promise it won't happen again, but it invariably does.

I guess the insomnia is physical damage resulting from this, so I may have been on topic after all.

I do this, too. (Right down to doing it with theory quizzes, in one case. :tongue: )

On the physical front, my ankles and knees hate me because I twist, wrench, and otherwise abuse them on such a regular basis. I've sprained my right ankle alone something like four or five times now.

Very well then.

I sabotage my own plans by procrastinating through them. A voice in my head convinces me that I'd rather not be doing anything than, say, correcting 25 theory quizzes, each with 125 intervals apiece. Then I get behind and have to stay up late making up for the earlier indolence. I chide myself and promise it won't happen again, but it invariably does.

I guess the insomnia is physical damage resulting from this, so I may have been on topic after all.I've convinced myself (and there is some veracity in this, though not as much as I've ascribed to it) that I work best under pressure. This means that for the bulk of my time, I am utterly relaxed and carefree. Then the stress begins to build as deadlines near. The stress peaks, adrenaline flows and there I am again, the day before or the day OF the deadline, scrambling to get things in.

In this degree, the level of stress has exceeded anything I've experienced before...my last bout of procrastination-fuelled frenzy ended in me getting extremely sick for two weeks after I handed in my paper. I just don't think my body can handle this anymore. I need to work on this, but there are always more interesting things to do.

Among my friends and family I am notorious for accidents involving my toes. I don't know what the hell it is...I have broken my pinky toes so many times now that I've honestly lost count. Generally just by stubbing them. I don't know how I manage it so constantly...but even when I don't break my toes, I almost always have at least one that is severely bruised. Not to mention the number of toenails I've had ripped off by accident. It's like I can't accurately judge space or something when it comes to my feet. I just stubbed the hell out of my toe again on the corner of the stove and it got me thinking (as I clutched my foot and howled).

Are there injuries you've caused to yourself through clumsiness, or because of a particular activity you engage in frequently? Do you tend to injure yourself in the same area or in the same manner?

De-ah, I know the toe pain quite well, I've done so much to my left foot that two of my toes are permanently misshapen from the delocating and breaking. I've given up on not wearing shoes, and I've got a pair of "Driving Moccasins" that I wear around the house. They're ugly, but comfortable, clean and cheap.

I cannot seem to slice a piece of bread, be it a loaf or a baguette or a ciabatta, without lacerating either of my hands. Fortunately I do not eat bread often, and slice it even less, so it's not much of a concern, but I do realise that more practice would probably alleviate, if not eliminate, the problem. The carbs are not worth it, though.

This might sound snarky, but I assure you it's sincere: doesn't Ikea have a device for little money that could take care of that for you?

I'm not very risk adverse. One thing that absolutely amazes me is that I've never had my nose broken.

Lucky you! Mine got broken for me in my middle school gym class, and the stupid thing re-breaks at the drop of a feather now.

I've convinced myself (and there is some veracity in this, though not as much as I've ascribed to it) that I work best under pressure. This means that for the bulk of my time, I am utterly relaxed and carefree. Then the stress begins to build as deadlines near. The stress peaks, adrenaline flows and there I am again, the day before or the day OF the deadline, scrambling to get things in.

In this degree, the level of stress has exceeded anything I've experienced before...my last bout of procrastination-fuelled frenzy ended in me getting extremely sick for two weeks after I handed in my paper. I just don't think my body can handle this anymore. I need to work on this, but there are always more interesting things to do.

Ain't it the truth? I know the cycle, you've described it perfectly.

I tend to pretty consistanly fuck up my fingers somehow and hands. Two of my fingers have permanent scars from getting up close and personal with knives (one pocket knife, one exacto knife). My other fingers are always covered in cuts.

I have hands that make it look like Im always working outside and doing construction or somethin (Man Hands lol...) but thats not the case. Im just an idiot.

I cannot seem to slice a piece of bread, be it a loaf or a baguette or a ciabatta, without lacerating either of my hands. Fortunately I do not eat bread often, and slice it even less, so it's not much of a concern, but I do realise that more practice would probably alleviate, if not eliminate, the problem. The carbs are not worth it, though.

This is something I am acutely aware of as well, and since I also do not eat a lot of bread, it could indeed be lack of practice. A big problem is the way I slice buns or bagels...with my left hand under the bread, and the knife slicing towards that hand. I am SO aware of the high likelihood of injury though that I've managed to avoid it lately by removing my left hand before the knife reaches it, and holding the top of the bread to keep it steady while the slice is completed. Woe to me if I'm distracted though.

Peeling potatoes. I just cannot train myself to cut AWAY from my body. I cut my thumb a lot doing this.

I tend to pretty consistanly fuck up my fingers somehow and hands. Two of my fingers have permanent scars from getting up close and personal with knives (one pocket knife, one exacto knife). My other fingers are always covered in cuts.

I have hands that make it look like Im always working outside and doing construction or somethin (Man Hands lol...) but thats not the case. Im just an idiot.

I introduced my left hand to a hatchet once...fortunately my bones are made out of Adamant, and are thus invincible.

This might sound snarky, but I assure you it's sincere: doesn't Ikea have a device for little money that could take care of that for you?

Oh, it probably does, but here is a little confession: the only things I have from IKEA are dinner knives I stole from a communal dormitory kitchen. I have no idea why I stole them, I guess I needed dinner knives and was too cheap to buy some on my own. What makes my conscience lighter is that I was forced to be in this dormitory due to an out of county placement that I loathed, and that they had boxes and boxes full of them. It's not an excuse for theft, but we all get one minor crime once and again.

I'm just an idiot.False observation. :tongue:

I just don't get hurt. Like, ever. I don't even get scratches when I dive through bushes. I even fell off the roof of my house once, and didn't even get a bruise.
Is that weird?

De-ah, I know the toe pain quite well, I've done so much to my left foot that two of my toes are permanently misshapen from the delocating and breaking. I've given up on not wearing shoes, and I've got a pair of "Driving Moccasins" that I wear around the house. They're ugly, but comfortable, clean and cheap.

This has been suggested to me, but part of the problem is that I hate wearing shoes. Flip flops are okay if totally necessary, but they don't really provide any protection from my clumsiness. I'd rather risk the high probability of continuous injury than be forced to wear shoes in my own home.

This is something I am acutely aware of as well, and since I also do not eat a lot of bread, it could indeed be lack of practice. A big problem is the way I slice buns or bagels...with my left hand under the bread, and the knife slicing towards that hand. I am SO aware of the high likelihood of injury though that I've managed to avoid it lately by removing my left hand before the knife reaches it, and holding the top of the bread to keep it steady while the slice is completed. Woe to me if I'm distracted though.

That is my exact problem - I keep making the same mistake as you.

Peeling potatoes. I just cannot train myself to cut AWAY from my body. I cut my thumb a lot doing this.

This is a potato peeler.

http://www.matservice.se/bilder/stora/potatisskalare.jpg

Mine saves me a lot of effort and chunks of flesh.

This has been suggested to me, but part of the problem is that I hate wearing shoes. Flip flops are okay if totally necessary, but they don't really provide any protection from my clumsiness. I'd rather risk the high probability of continuous injury than be forced to wear shoes in my own home.

It took my little toe not being respondent to my brain after a dislocating to get me to start wearing shoes in the house.

Chairs with legs and the legs on my bed are the most lethal, but a screen door with a metal frame once put a mighty gash in my right foot. The scar has begun to disappear, but it's still obvious that a good two inch long strip of flesh came detached from my right foot a decade ago.

This is a potato peeler.

http://www.matservice.se/bilder/stora/potatisskalare.jpg

Mine saves me a lot of effort and chunks of flesh.

Bah, the skins on potatoes are fibrous and good for the digestive tract. I never peel them off.

It took my little toe not being respondent to my brain after a dislocating to get me to start wearing shoes in the house.

That's not much of an option in places where shoes inside a private home are... unthinkable.

Bah, the skins on potatoes are fibrous and good for the digestive tract. I never peel them off.

There are far better sources of dietary fibre than that, and besides, one cannot make moussaka or gratins or soups with unpeeled potatoes.

That's not much of an option in places where shoes inside a private home are... unthinkable.

Bah, what do I care about social norms.

Bah, what do I care about social norms.

Or hygiene...

There are far better sources of dietary fibre than that, and besides, one cannot make moussaka or gratins or soups with unpeeled potatoes.

I'd dare to disagree, sir! I've had more than a few excellent soups wherein the potatoes had skins present, although I must agree on the gratins.

That is my exact problem - I keep making the same mistake as you.



This is a potato peeler.

http://www.matservice.se/bilder/stora/potatisskalare.jpg

Mine saves me a lot of effort and chunks of flesh.

I HATE potato peelers. My grandmother used to get the kids to peel potatoes for family feasts and she was VERY adamant about slicing as little off as possible...woe to the grandchild who wasted any of the actual flesh of the potato. So it took forever, and my hands would get all crabbed and cramped.

Every time I used a sharp knife to peel off hearty chunks of potato skin and flesh, it's like a rebellion. Look gran, I'm wasting the potato AND peeling it much faster than I can with your stupid potato peeler!

Perhaps the cuts are punishment for disobeying my elders.

Or hygiene...

Hygiene? Why would that be impacted by me having a pair of shoes I only wear around the house?

I'd dare to disagree, sir!

Why, I never!

I've had more than a few excellent soups wherein the potatoes had skins present, although I must agree on the gratins.

Blasphemous heresy!

Hygiene? Why would that be impacted by me having a pair of shoes I only wear around the house?

I meant for your feet. Let those dogs breathe.

Look gran, I'm wasting the potato AND peeling it much faster than I can with your stupid potato peeler!

Now you lie. Potato peelers peel far faster than any knife. You just suck at peeling, is all.

I get bruised a lot in my job. A lot of heavy lifting and dropping things on ones self. Sometimes I cut myself too. But the mental damage is the worst. After a busy Saturday shift I am a mere shadow of myself, a paranoid obesessive Zombie.

Now you lie. Potato peelers peel far faster than any knife. You just suck at peeling, is all.

I've had people say this to me before. I always won the 'peel off'.

Though my potato was a bit anemic looking after :P

Though my potato was a bit anemic looking after :P

Like peeler, like end result.

Why, I never!



Blasphemous heresy!

You'll see the light of truth before this day is done, good sir!

I meant for your feet. Let those dogs breathe.

And suffer the endless pain? I would prefer not!

I meant for your feet. Let those dogs breathe.
http://img102.imageshack.us/img102/1276/stupidburnbg9.jpg

Like peeler, like end result.

I'll take that as a compliment actually, thanks :P

http://img102.imageshack.us/img102/1276/stupidburnbg9.jpg

Bah, I haven't had the foot itch since the gang showers of dorm life, and god knows what happened in there. More than once did I wander in to find one of my dorm neighbors passed out drunk on the floor, clogging the drain with his ass, and surrounded by his own feces and vomit.

My feet are fine and happy, and the shoes come off when I come off of my feet, so the dogs do get to breathe.

*Snip*

Oh GOD! That image is for some reason making me collapse with laughter... :D

Oh GOD! That image is for some reason making me collapse with laughter... :DHey, isn't it my job to make you happy? :)


No whip, please?

Hey, isn't it my job to make you happy? :)

Yes it is, my servant. :D

I'm told I grind my teeth, and used to have a lot of acidity in the liquids I took in, so as a result I've had root canals and crowns put on all of the molars on my bottom row of teeth. The tops ones are starting to go, too.

i frequently bite my lip or my tongue or the inside of my cheek in the same places. *is terribly exciting*

toes is tub them all the time.

toes is tub them all the time.
...Am I missing the obvious, here?

How come when I picspam I get an infraction? :p

Well, I guess mine is never as relevant... :D

How come when I picspam I get an infraction? :p

Well, I guess mine is never as relevant... :DHmph.

Hmph.

Ya didn't have to remove it you know... :rolleyes:

Ya didn't have to remove it you know... :rolleyes:I know. :p

I always manage to damage my left knee/testicle/ear

never broke anything though mostly because I can't hope climb high enough :p

i frequently bite my lip or my tongue or the inside of my cheek in the same places. *is terribly exciting*

Oh gods I hate that! It seems inevitable that when you chomp down really hard on the inside of your cheek, you end up biting it again and again, slowing the healing process. So a self-inflicted mouth injury ends up lasting much longer than it should.

I've had a piece of metal stuck into the bone of the same foot twice, both times from stepping on a nail sticking out, and with one of those times having the end breaking off and sticking into my bone. Tis not nice at all. :(

Among my friends and family I am notorious for accidents involving my toes. I don't know what the hell it is...I have broken my pinky toes so many times now that I've honestly lost count. Generally just by stubbing them. I don't know how I manage it so constantly...but even when I don't break my toes, I almost always have at least one that is severely bruised. Not to mention the number of toenails I've had ripped off by accident. It's like I can't accurately judge space or something when it comes to my feet. I just stubbed the hell out of my toe again on the corner of the stove and it got me thinking (as I clutched my foot and howled).

Are there injuries you've caused to yourself through clumsiness, or because of a particular activity you engage in frequently? Do you tend to injure yourself in the same area or in the same manner?
My method of injuring myself involves the emotional, not the physical. /nodnod

Oh gods I hate that! It seems inevitable that when you chomp down really hard on the inside of your cheek, you end up biting it again and again, slowing the healing process. So a self-inflicted mouth injury ends up lasting much longer than it should.
Oh, yeah, I do do this. I did it like three times today in the same meal alone. :(

I've convinced myself (and there is some veracity in this, though not as much as I've ascribed to it) that I work best under pressure. This means that for the bulk of my time, I am utterly relaxed and carefree. Then the stress begins to build as deadlines near. The stress peaks, adrenaline flows and there I am again, the day before or the day OF the deadline, scrambling to get things in.

In this degree, the level of stress has exceeded anything I've experienced before...my last bout of procrastination-fuelled frenzy ended in me getting extremely sick for two weeks after I handed in my paper. I just don't think my body can handle this anymore. I need to work on this, but there are always more interesting things to do.

Yup. Nice description.

I could say I do emotional damage due to lack of confidence preventing me from participating in things or not being able to say things that I should/want to. This is a similar negative feedback cycle, though.

Oh gods I hate that! It seems inevitable that when you chomp down really hard on the inside of your cheek, you end up biting it again and again, slowing the healing process. So a self-inflicted mouth injury ends up lasting much longer than it should.

sucks, don't it? i've gone weeks with the same bit of my cheek sore and, on occasion, bleeding, thanks to that :(

other than that i'm not too accident prone, myself. i tend to hurt others a fair bit though... my g/f calls me her 'little Ogre' sometimes lol :P

I broke my left ankle when I was 13 years old (jumping off a swing). Ever since then it's been a bit weaker than the other one and, if I'm drunk or otherwise impaired to any great degree, I have a tendency to go over on it. I've broken it three more times and sprained it plenty of other times over the last couple of decades. I've broken, cut or otherwise hurt lots of other things over the years, but the ankle is the only one that keeps happening exactly the same way :(

I harm myself all the time. *twitches*

I engage in plenty of dangerous activities that for the most part end with out injury. Sometimes they do however. I did get whiplash jumping a car off a cliff when the spare hit me in the back of the head. I did break my wrist snowboarding. And I suffered 2nd/3rd degree burns to my legs and arms cleaning a rig tank because some jackass neglected to inform us that there was lime in the tank at the safety meeting. It was probably the same jackass who let the concrete harden in the tank and then called us to get it out for him.

I also get injured doing normal stuff like walking. When I was walking home a few years ago I managed to slip on a patch of ice and land face first on the only part of the sidewalk not covered in snow and ice. I rocked the Freddy Krueger look till I healed up. And just recently while walking I managed to fall 45 feet and break my neck.

There are far better sources of dietary fibre than that, and besides, one cannot make moussaka or gratins or soups with unpeeled potatoes.
You can make gratins with unpeeled potatoes. Discarding skins is a sign of bourgeois weakness and Western decadence; those who do not eat the skin shall not be spared when the revolution comes.

When I was boxing, I got my ribs bruised in a particularly brutal Heavywieght bout. Since then its been pretty easy to get injured there from just laying down wrong.

The one injury I am infamous for though is spraining my ankles. I sprained one every year at least once.

I walk a lot, and in more than one occasion, I´ve had my left ankle in a cast, for a month, from badly spraining it. Just from walking. I am a klutz.

Are there injuries you've caused to yourself through clumsiness, or because of a particular activity you engage in frequently? Do you tend to injure yourself in the same area or in the same manner?

Yes, mine however is my hands, in the past 5 years I have had severe burns twice, broke my finger, spilt open another finger, slammed it in a steel door causing bruises, I ripped off half my thumb after my hand got caught in a conveyor belt and my thumb now has a disability of 20%, I have cut my hand plenty of times on knives, tins and brick walls. My hands do get a lot of injury to them. While I say the past five years most of this was in the first two since I left that job and gone to university the injuries have not been as frequent. Though peeling potatoes I have done so once though I still always peel towards myself but have only cut my thumb with a peeler once.

My legs are always dotted with bruises, mostly below the knee, but often one or two on my thighs as well, generally table-height. Right now I have... nine, seven of them on my left leg. I rarely remember getting them, and I run into a lot of things, so that's probably the cause. Or someone is sneaking into my bedroom at night to poke at my shins.

I run into things with my shoulders a lot, too, but don't bruise quite as easily on the arms. Every once in awhile I'll find fingerprint bruises on my upper arms or bruises on my elbows from seizures I've had in my sleep (I also bite bruises into my lip when I seize sometimes).

sucks, don't it? i've gone weeks with the same bit of my cheek sore and, on occasion, bleeding, thanks to that :(

other than that i'm not too accident prone, myself. i tend to hurt others a fair bit though... my g/f calls me her 'little Ogre' sometimes lol :P

Speaking of, how is she?


I tend to walk into things. Alot. I walked into a step ladder that was across from the bathroom, and a bike that was leaned against the kitchen table. Neither were really near me, and I'm not sure why or how either happened.

I have a really bad habit of walking too close to walls, so I often bash my shoulder when I turn corners in the hallway.

I have a horrible habit of dropping stuff. No matter how well I think I'm gripping it, I seem to drop it. If I'm really unlucky, it lands on my foot, and that's happened.

Then there's hitting my head on cupboard doors. Mine don't shut right, and as a result I often bang my head on them. That lower pointed corner hurts like a bitch. I've become partially immune to the pain.

Good news! That damage I did to myself after falling 45 feet headfirst is for the most part, repaired! Just got home from the doc, he said it's all looking good, I can get off my ass and go find a job. Woo!

My grandmother used to get the kids to peel potatoes for family feasts and she was VERY adamant about slicing as little off as possible...woe to the grandchild who wasted any of the actual flesh of the potato. So it took forever, and my hands would get all crabbed and cramped.

Every time I used a sharp knife to peel off hearty chunks of potato skin and flesh, it's like a rebellion. Look gran, I'm wasting the potato AND peeling it much faster than I can with your stupid potato peeler!
We solved it easier. We only got good, young, thin-skilled, as fresh as possible farm-grown potatoes, which didn't need any peeling, just washing.

And for dishes where they really had to be skinless, quick scraping with a knife was enough.

I happen to enjoy various silly sports which has lead directly to my breaking a total of 24 different bones, some of them several times.

The most common are fingers and toes but probably the most painful is a tie between the patella in my right leg and my left cheek bone. With the cheek bones I cried blood, I think that blood in your eye actually hurts more than the broken bone.