Worst physical injuries

When I was about nine years old, my brother, his friend, and I were running through the house after our parents said nobody was allowed in when they were gone. My brother's friend had to have weighed somewhere around 200lbs. and he was an inch taller than me. I ran into the bathroom, jumped in the shower, and hugged the wall. Who comes crashing in after me? My brother's friend. He slammed all his weight on one of my arms that was hugging the wall. I was screaming and crying.

When our parents came back, we lied and told them I fell down the stairs. They took me to ER and I found out my wrist was fractured in two places.

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I just thought of another bad one. I was about eight years old and I was skating around in the driveway. My cousin was out there with me and got the bright idea of telling me to go all the way down the driveway and out into the street. The problem with that is where the driveway ended and the street began was this jagged drop. I hadn't yet learned how to stop except to circle into the grass. I ended up going down the driveway at a decent speed, but I couldn't circle into the grass fast enough. I hit the jagged edge and landed hard on my tail bone.

I was in excuriating pain for an entire week because I couldn't sit. If I did, it took forever to do it. Whenever I laid down to go to sleep, I couldn't sleep on a bed, I had to sleep on this cloth cot. I literally had to roll myself out of it because I couldn't sit straight up to get up. Looking back, I think I may have broken it, but my parents didn't take me to the doctor.

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Originally Posted by Nahual

My parents thought I was crazy so they continued eating their food and I had to wait until they were done so I could go to the doctor.

Oh man, that is so mean! Were they sorry when the found out something was wrong with you?

When I was about 24, I drove (back when I had my car) to the laundrymat after work. I was so exhausted from working that while the clothes were drying, I thought I'd take a little nap in the car. This was around 11pm. At about 2am, my family is banging on my car window. They were all scared and wondering if I was OK. I was completely out of it. I got out the car, remembered the clothes, and slammed the door.

Somehow the force of the door closing caught the entire tip of my pinky finger. Apparently when I did that, I cracked my finger in the middle down to the skin. It ended up turning purple. Instead of waiting for the nail to fall off so I could release the pressure of all the built-up blood, I got out a pair of nail clippers.... In one hour, I managed to clip off my entire pinky fingernail. It felt better, though.

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.