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poet13 · Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 8:19 pm Post subject:

The lower back was during the same go around. Two were barfights. The other was work related.

R-Seoul · Joined: 23 Aug 2006 Location: your place

poet13 · Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 9:19 pm Post subject:

Ha, this thread is about what hurt the most. Getting kicked in the nuts was tops.

Suffice to say, the lower back ones sucked cause the knife point struck bone both times, and that's a really nasty feeling that never leaves you. The arm and hand took surgeries and long rehabs. The chest (you could see ribs) was just a mess of stitches inside.

canuckistan · Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 9:57 pm Post subject:

poet13 · Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 10:26 pm Post subject:

"P, how about some hand-to-hand combat instruction--send any further knives right back from whence they came."

Had it. I'm a retired guy now. Sometimes it doesn't matter. Didn't see the back sticks coming, and the two from bar fights were when I was young, dumb, and full of ...you know. The work related? I'm here, ain't I?

WoBW · Joined: 07 Dec 2007 Location: HBC

I fell off my bike when I was 11. I put my arm out to break the fall, and dislocated my elbow. My arm was bent backwards, it was freaky. The accident itself didn't actually hurt that much, but when the doctor tried to put it back in place - well I've never know pain like it. I screamed until they put me under anaesthetic.

Talking of accidents, this is sick! Very, very sick! It has broken necks, snapped legs (and I mean snapped as in flapping around) and deaths. Don't watch it if you have a weak stomach.

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=8863230507981172408&q=bad+accidents&ei=_gtaSNbaOI7QwgO6mZW4Bw&hl=en

Cheonmunka · Joined: 04 Jun 2004

I stabbed my leg with a box cutter. It hurts now but not before. It got a nerve so the pain comes out like arthritis. But, that ain't so bad.

Be careful you guys. I lost consciousness once while standing up. I had a few minutes before hit one of those punching machines in Shinchon. But, the damned padding was worn out in some part of it and so I hit straight into friggin steel. So, my hand was really throbbing and bleeding a bit. Then I went to a restaurant and was feeling fine then suddenly lost consciousness while standing up. I came out of it a few secs later in a pool of blood. I had to get stitches in my chin.

Sleepy in Seoul · Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 3:20 am Post subject:

I broke my jaw once playing rugby. I went to tackle someone, he saw me coming and put out his elbow to hurt me. It did hurt. Unfortunately I didn't know that it was broken and played for another 10 - 15 minutes before going off the field and staying off. My advice to any rugby player - tackling someone when you have a broken jaw is something that you will not willingly do more than once. Unless you are stupid, like I was.

poet13 · Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 5:16 am Post subject:

"Mental note; do not go out boozing with Poet13"

Nah, boozing is ok. I'm about as gentle a person as you will meset anywhere. I wasn't before, but I have nothing left to prove and I've been and done just about every kind of crazy, stupid shit you can imagine, so I'm willing to forgive or make an excuse for an awful lot of behaviour.

Rumple · Joined: 19 Sep 2007

About two months ago I was walking home around midnight, when suddenly had to pee pretty bad. There was a bamboo grove near the road, so I ran over to the edge of it and started to take a leak, facing it with my back to the road. Noticed a police car coming up behind me, so I tried to finish quick, and while squirting it out extra fast, I accidentally shit myself.

Walked into the bamboo grove, took off my jeans and ruined drawers (my FAVORITE pair...my Dr. Seuss boxers), inspected my jeans to see if they were soiled, then upon learning they were not, redonned them, then left my drawers in the grove and walked home commando.

Given that I'm 35, that sucked! First time I've shit myself since I was 28.

Just kidding. I last shit myself when I was 9. Walking home from wherever, had to go real bad, got within 30 yards of my house when I just couldn't hold it anymore. I stopped dead, staring at my house, so close, and yet so far away, with my buttcheeks clenched, teeth gritted, as I fought my pooper with all my might.

Of course I lost that battle and filled up my tighty whities. I still remember the anguished sound I made as I surrendered to nature. At least the run home wasn't far, and nobody spotted me. Don't remember how I cleaned up or what I did with the soiled drawers, but you probably don't want to know anyway.

I once had a friend who's little sister (aged 9...we were 13) used to drop a log in her panties, then hide them in her closet because she was embarrassed and didn't want her family to find out. Then the family's Pomeranian would go in there and find them, and drag them into the living room, then dance around like it deserved a medal. After the first time it happened, I and my buddy's friends were all ordered (by his parents) to pretend nothing was happening because they didn't want their daughter to get upset.

It was a pretty funny scene, though. We'd all be in the living room shooting the shit, and suddenly this little white dog would drag a cotton poopsled into the room, and we were just supposed to go on talking like it wasn't happening. If the girl was around, though, she'd notice and run crying from the room.

After I burst out laughing I was banned from their house for a while.

nautilus · Joined: 26 Nov 2005 Location: Je jump, Tu jump, oui jump!

captain kirk · Joined: 29 Jan 2003

13 years ago I was walking on a construction site (doing work) when WHAM something hit me from behind. And rolled over both calves and feet from behind. The tops of my feet touched my shins. It was in sand so there was some give.

Immediately my feet became swollen. They actually popped because of the swelling, like balloons. The emergency guys cut the rubber boots off, had to. Before the ambulance came the safety guy had a shot of morphine handy.

It was the head-high wheel of a front end loader. The driver was inexperienced, practically on his first days. An onlooker waved like mad and that's the only reason I wasn't completely, full body, flattened. He turned because of the frantic waving of the onlooker and so only got my feet.

Now I have flat feet to some degree. No arthritis yet.

During the operation there was a spinal and IV of some far out concoction which the anesthetist proudly recommended as I went pleasantly gaga, conscious through the inserting of steel pins. RrrrrRrrr of their powertools.

Classified by the Worker's Comp Board, this accident, as a 'near miss' = nearly fatal. Dadadadum.

I still remember the force behind the blow from behind that threw me face first into the dirt. Big wheel tall as a man. Quite a tap on the shoulder.

nautilus · Joined: 26 Nov 2005 Location: Je jump, Tu jump, oui jump!