Eric Hanson wrote:Actually Elle, I have heard of a number of people nail gunning their hands so you certainly are not alone!
I assume that you put the nail through the top of your hand? I have to ask, how did you get it out?
That sounds really awful!
Eric Hanson wrote:
I have had carbon monoxide poisoning (yuck! What a headache) and I once broke my neck—my C6 vertebrae. Those make the pinky toe not such a bad deal.
John F Dean wrote:When I was in MN, and my wife was out of state, and our nearest neighbor being a mile away, I got the bright idea of climbing up on a second story metal roof to fix a leak .....on Christmas Eve. Hey, what could possibly go wrong? Yes, I woke up on the ground with a broken knee. Amazingly, it healed without a problem.
elle sagenev wrote:
When I was 9 months preggo with our first kid I was super mad at my husband but the roof we were getting replaced was blowing off in a storm. So I set about hauling a sandbag up on the roof in the middle of a blizzard to hold down the roof. Our roof is metal. I couldn't get back down, too afraid was I of flinging off the roof. I did eventually slide down to a safe section and climb off the roof but boy, one of the stupidest things I've ever done.
Eric Hanson wrote:Elle,
Regarding the CO poisoning, I will make a very, very long story short, leave out a lot of details and actually have to make up one or two to make the story logical and concise.
Short version is I was renting a vehicle, began to feel very ill, whopping headache and as luck would have it, a hospital was near by so I walked into the ER and there the blood test showed CO poisoning. I survived because I got out of the vehicle. I had to have a friend come and pick me up.
For a long time after I kept a little CO tag on my keychain just in case.
Tereza Okava wrote:I think it happens to everyone.
Just this week I am nursing a nasty cut on my middle finger because it's one thing to have knife skills, but the real pros don't go back and prep more stuff in the middle of the party when the gin-and-tonic station runs low. Especially with a borrowed knife after several gin-and-tonics. (as I always say, thank heaven for fingernails or I would have no fingers left)
After a young adulthood full of competitive athletics, I got my worst knee injury by running on a wet floor (a pipe burst in the kitchen and I ran, on the wet tile, to turn off the water main out front of the house. I got out there and turned it off after I fell, but then spent a week in a cast after that with a torn ligament, followed by 6 months in pain with serious mobility issues. Today, it's good as new (or at least as good as it's going to get). I promised Divine Benevolence that if it ever got better I would go back to running, and I did, although you bet if I'm on a wet surface (or even a downhill) I immediately become paralyzed and grab anyone near me in panic.
I also managed to get a concussion while looking at a gorgeous supermoon and riding a bicycle (hit the curb, first with the tire and then with my head), while I rolled a car once and walked away just fine.
Honestly, the older I get I wonder how I made it this far.