I just thought, since I took some hard falls skateboarding today, hell, why not ask what else has happened?

My worst fall was a skateboarding accident in Summer 2006. I went up part of a halfpipe to launch out over a bike, and I overshot, fell off in midair about 6 feet above the concrete, and I fell to the ground on my tailbone. At first, I couldn't move my legs, but after regaining control of my body, I tried to walk and nearly passed out. I had my friends buy a Coke with my money, and then we headed back to my friends house to rest.

Doesn't sound like much, but it was an awful bad fall to experience.

So, who else wants to share?

I'm accident prone as is but this one took the cake. My friend and I were 16 and being rebellious by smoking cigarettes (GASP) at the pond down the street from my house. We were sitting on the lifeguard chairs at around 2am, joking around and chatting. A car pulled in the parking lot, which in hind sight does seem a bit unusual considering the time. I brushed it off and told my friend that they were turning around. Now she had a flair for the dramatic, so she said in a hushed and fake-scared voice, "No.. they aren't." Well, they were.. until their headlights hit our legs. They stopped the car and turned it off.

We got a little freaked out so we hopped down off the chairs and started walking. They turned the car on. We stopped walking. They turned the car off. This continued another 2-3 times until we finally decided to full on run away from the situation. My friend grabbed my arm and we bolted behind the bath house that sits right next to the parking lot and faces the road, albeit with trees covering the front. She whipped me around a tree and I went flying, felt something hit my leg, hissed at the shock, then ducked behind the building with my friend.

The car peeled out very fast and just sat in the middle of the main road with its fog lights on. Creepy. Finally, they left. We started walking home but not before stopping beneath a street lamp to take a look at my jeans. There was a little right-angle (shaped like an L) on my right leg so I lifted the little flap of fabric and saw that I had a little scratch (or so it seemed). We got to my house, snuck in my window and I got undressed to get into my PJ's. My friend just gasped and pointed at my leg. I looked down and saw this:

We went back the next day and saw a bit of my jeans caught on a GROUNDED ELECTRICAL WIRE. I have quite a high tolerance for pain and alongside the adrenaline I didn't feel much of anything but a slight pinch.. but ouch The scar hasn't gone away and to be honest I don't want it to.. it's got an amusing story behind it.

[b]A tree fell on me on my very 1st job I was 14. A branch had broken my arm and I had deep scrapes. I had ran to the way of tree was falling lol. I couldn’t understand back then on why that I was getting money anyway..it was an good Summer.[/b]

When I was about 15 I lived with my dad for about a school year. Me and my dad's girlfriend's son Steve were going to play Uno when we realized I left one of the Uno decks downstairs. I went downstairs and got it and everything was fine until I started running back up the stairs. My dad had accidently spilled oil of some kind, I think it was dressing, at the top of the steps and wiped it and thought he got it all up. I get two steps away from the top step going into the kitchen and fall flat on my ass, well not entirely flat, lol. Because of the way I fell I somehow had accidently rammed my knee into the corner of the kitchen cabinet and it went in and up. Five stiches outside and four inside.

Funny thing was that I started laughing when it happened and it wasn't until we were partway into the game did I rub my knee because it hurt and saw blood on my fingertips and start freaking out. My dad told me I'd only have to get butterfly stitches.....liar, lol.

As an A/C and Heat specialist I was inside a large vacant department store fixing the air conditioning above the fake ceiling and a wire gave way causing me to fall 22 feet to the concrete.
My heel shot up Through my ankle when I landed.
Want a pic? I have many lol.....5 operations and fusion of my joints was a longggg story short.

EDIT: ^^^SwampGator's came up as I was posting...I think he wins

I'll share my most idiotic accident, as I'm not sure which of my many could be considered the outright worst.

Freshman year in high school, on a Friday, my friend and I had walked to my house after school. We were looking forward to an evening of slacking off when my mother called to tell me my brother was sick and I had to come in to the family restaurant and cover his shift. I didn't take to the news so well.

After hanging up the phone, I began walking down the hall, shoving things and just generally trying to release steam and act belligerent. I made it to my room without doing too much damage; I then walked up to the window and punched it.

I really did not mean to break the window. In my mind, and this is how stupid I was, I was planning only to "tap it." Well, I tapped it good--bits of shattered glass were found in the neighbor's yard, which was across our driveway.

I didn't realize I was hurt until I noticed a pool of blood growing large on a stack of magazines underneath the window. I didn't feel any pain.

For awhile, my only concern was that I had broken the window; my parents were not going to be too happy about that. I called my mom and told her what happened...and she freaked out. I was bleeding pretty bad, but I downplayed just how bad because I didn't want her to worry. I assured her I didn't need stitches and didn't need to go to the emergency room.

So she had me come into work.

My brother's friend drove me and I went through what was almost a full roll of paper towels while trying to stop the bleeding. I got to work, my mom saw how bad I was cut and flipped.

I come from a medical family--mom was a nurse, dad a P.A. that owned a couple doctor's offices--so we knew how to handle it without going to the emergency room. Honestly, I should have gotten stitches. I was very close to hitting an artery right below my wrist in my right arm. The gash, which was very deep, was several inches across--about a fourth of the circumference of my arm. I still have the scare, though it has shrunk some over the years, naturally.

I am very careful around glass now And though it has taken awhile, I have gotten over the anger control issues--just give me a hug every now and then and I'm fine

EDIT the 2nd: primordial--Dig the TOOL quote in your sig.

EDIT the 3rd: mollybones--Stellar picture. Wish I had the mind to do that...but I wasn't really thinking that day, was I

Never broke anything.........damn it's good to be me.

Dear Gods pics! lol.

I have never broken anything but I have had a few 'stupid' moments in my life

No 1 When I was about 13 I had a cool pink BMX bike and one day I decided to ride to the top of the street and 'race' my Mom home in her car... (She normally came home at about the same time so it was just a thing of waiting) Anyhoo long story short I see her car start pedalling like mad (she beat me of course and thankfully didn't see what happened next) I came so fast that I overshot the house which mad me panic and slam the brakes (front tire only, very clever hey!) so I start a swan dive over my handlebars hitting the tar and sliding for a bit (no safety gear that was for geeks). So lots of scraps and gashes and needless to say my clothes were done for. Holes everywhere and me limping home


No 2 Now at age 15 I think that I am highjump master so I decide to cut through an open field on my way home from school. Now there is a little rusty razor wire fence that runs through the field but it only reaches knee height. So I decide to do a run up and jump over it! (Clever hey ) Well somehow I misjudge and my right leg lands up going straight into the razor wire. It diggs into my knee and I have lots of lovely scratch marks all the way up my leg (all around). Again have to limp bleeding home... (Luckily no stitches but cool scars that still have not gone away)

My goodness...SwampGator...now that is an ''OUCH''!

My mishap really doesn't compare, but it happened when I was around 5-6 yrs old. Playing on a rock fence, running along the top of the fence, when I neared the end of the fence...I took a header and slammed onto the sidewalk. Busting my lower left arm, both bones, just the flesh holding it together. Spent some time in the hospital and had to be put-under for them to reset my bones...not to mention a few months in a complete arm cast.

I've broken everything (although thankfully not in years!)

The worst? Long story short, I did a triple sumi off a tramploline into a concrete pit filled with foam rubber. Unforuntately, I overshot the pit and landed right on the corner of the pit with my thigh. Broke my left femur pretty much clean in half, was in the hospital for days and it was lucky I didn't die from it. I was in a plaster cast from ankle to hip for 6 months. Worse? I caught the chix pox in the hospital. Know what it's like to be SEVENTEEN with a raging case of chicken pox, AND a plaster cast to the hip? I still have scars from the coat hanger I jammed into the cast to itch the chix pox!! My leg wasn't right for years. Although, I never notice it now, it's just a distant memory, I'm a good healer.

The other one would be the damage I took to the face, nose and sinuses after being mugged. The attacker crushed my sinuses and nose and cheek bone and I had to have some fairly extensive nasal/sinus reconstruction. My nose is still crooked, but I'll live with it, cuz no one is cutting on my face EVER again. Amazing what a jackazz can do with a punch and a giant pot metal ring.

I havent had anything major happen.. I broke my collarbone the day before my first day of school in year 1, I was riding down a steep hill and ended up coming off. I also broke my little finger the second time I ever used smack.. I tried to catch a football when I was with my friends but I just snapped my pinky. Which was a bummer because I had only just arrived and I had to go to the doctor. They all laughed. lol

I've also had trouble with sewing needles. 3 times now I've had them get stuck in me. The first time I was only about 13 maybe, and I was crawling around on the carpet looking under my sisters bed for lollies. I ended up getting a sewing needle slide down my wrist so all I could see was the thread. So when I pulled the thread you could see the whole needle lift up slightly(under the skin) but you couldnt see any of it from the outside. I have a tiny scar from where they had to cut it out.

The secone time I was in highschool(year 10 I think)and we had to do compulsory sewing classes. My foot slipped onto the machine pedal when I had my finger under the needle, and it ended up going straight through my nail and out the other end. It broke off so all you could see was the tip coming through the center of my finger(where the finger print would be). That one sucked getting that taken out.. at first the vice principle had a go with her pliers before giving up and taking me to the doctor.

And the third time I was at home really wasted and I had placed my unblocker(a sewing needle) into the carpet for just a moment while I got something else. I thought to myself that I cant forget that I put a needle in the carpet, and then this song came on(Lunchbox) the video I was watching.. and so when it came on I walked over to turn it up and kicked the sewing needle with my foot. lol. I knew what I had done straight away and I found most of the needle but about half of it got stuck in my foot, and I couldnt see it but I knew it was there so I went to the doc again and after an x-ray they took it out for me.

Sunday May 4th, 1980. I was working in a restaurant, my sister was getting married at my house later that day, and I wanted to leave early, since my husband was doing all the preparations for the wedding. I had just refilled all the coffee cups in my station, and was headed for the wait station to put the pot back. As I passed the swinging door (with a goshdarn window in it), a dishwasher came slamming through, breaking the coffee pot and sending the scalding coffee down the front of my uniform. I screamed and ran for the breakroom, taking off my clothes as I went. I wound up with a HUGE blister on and surrounding the nipple on my right breast. I DID get to leave early, but only to head to the ER for treatment of the burn. I am pretty sure my sister got married, and that I attended (there are pictures of me and her), but I was pretty out of it because of the painkillers, and I don't remember much after my husband getting angry with the ER doctor when he made a remark about frosting a cake while he was putting cream on the burn.

I burned myself too with boiling water. I was working at a winery when I was about 18, and at the end of the day I had to hose down the floors.. and it was boiling water that came out of the hoses. So I was washing the wine away and I wasnt paying attention and I crossed the water over my boots, and it went down my right one. I remember it hurt but because I hadnt been working there for that long and it was at the end of the day I just kept working for a bit. But after awhile it really hurt and I sat down and tried to pull the boot off. And when I did it took layers of skin off and it looked like my foot was melting. It hurt so much that I just laughed. A workmate then drove me to the doctor but we got stuck in traffic and it took us ages and no one thought to put anything cold on my foot. So it just kept burning and melting yellow stuff. I ended up with third degree burns and I couldnt work for a month and I had to sleep with my foot raised because otherwise it hurt heaps. So I spent the month sitting around playing Doom with my foot up(I had bought a new computer the day before).

Yeah, if you don't cool it off, the burn gets worse. That was the purpose of ripping my clothes off, regardless of a sunday crowd of diners. I was smart enough to put cold wet towels on the burn before I left for the ER (ice would have been too cold). I took a few days off work. It was actually against the rules for servers to go braless, but they made an exception for me, I just put a bandage on the other side too, lol.

The worst accident that I ever had wasn't even that bad....... just kinda stupid
I was teaching myself to do a backhandspring. When I finally succeeded I immediately went outside and tried to do them in the street (don't ask why, cuz I don't know ). That actually went okay, but then I got cocky and tried to do them in a sequence. I fell on my neck so hard! On concrete , my neck was sore for weeks, but luckily I didn't break anything.

Well i've had a lot of bad experience. But one takes the prize
One time when i was 16 i was playing football ( soccer that is, for you yanks:P)
well, its was quite late in the game, maybe 5 min left. when a player from the opposite team tackled me, and he hit me directly on my knee, making it bend inwards ( i think) when my ligments and other stuff in the knee went insane, my teammate who was standing 15 meters away, could hear the loud breaking sound my knee made. That was the worst experience ever. And the whole process of surgery after, wasnt fun either. After the surgery, i wasnt allowed to walk on my own, for 6 days!
Well thats my contribution, but reading some of the other posts, I feel im not worthey of posting here:P

After hubby and I moved back to Ohio (he was in the Air Force and we were in ID for a spell), we were staying with my mom until we could find a house of our own. Anyway, one night we had the house to ourselves and were enjoying each other's company, so to speak. We heard a car and I remembered we forgot to lock the back door. I jumped up and proceeded to run to the back of the house.. My brother's dog ran beside me and then turned and stopped in front of me in the dark. I fell head first over him and my right foot hit a cement planter in the corner. My foot was killing me and when I got to the bathroom to look, I saw that where my toes attach to my foot, 2 of them had been ripped open and were bleeding. I took care of them and went to bed. The next morning I found my right foot was absolutely black and blue; I had broken my little toe and the one next to it. That's the worst thing I can think of....well that and my first birthing experience, but that is for another time...

This isn't something that happened to me but every time I think about it it makes me cringe.

Last year at the Download Festival a load of guys were messing around on the hill at the side of the stage area, kicking inflatable toys etc, one bloke kicked his leg, his shoe flew into the air and his foot connected with another blokes foot...next thing there's blood everywhere, and his big toe toenail had flipped right off and was flapping about by the cuticle

ewww- these storys make me cringe...
good posts though,

anyone ever seen a ford festiva?
luckily, we didnt get hurt- considering the situation.. me and my friend definetley should have been.
i was driving to work one day to pick up a friend of mine, another friend of mine was riding with me. on the way over there, a drunk driver pulled out of the driveway of a bar that we were passing by, straight in front of us.
i couldnt stop in time so i hit the shoulder in the right lane hopefully going to pass him. i over corrected the car and it ended up sliding around in front of him, into the oncoming lane, over to the other side of the shoulder where it started rolling- it ended up smacking into a telephone pole.
we got knocked out for a few minutes- when i woke up, the telphone pole was litterally in the back seat!
*** of course the driver of the car that pulled out in front of us kept going. but the lady in the caddilac from the oncoming lane (we almost hit her head on) stopped and called 911 to help us.
the highway patrol never found the driver of the car that pulled out either

I suppose that I have a few bad accidents in my younger days.

Once I had a skateboarding accident where I moved the wrong way causing me to slip up, which caused me to run
over my right ring finger tearing the tip of it off down to the first joint. (They did manage to save it).

I was helping my dad work on his car once and the radiator over heated and poored down the bottom portion of
my right leg causing 3rd degree burn's. They did a little skin grafting as well as the use of sythetic skin to help with
the new skin growth process which did work rather well. But, the burn completely damaged the hair follicles, so I
can no longer grow hair on the bottom part of my right leg.

I once had a bicycle accident where I ran over a large stick that caused me and my bike to flip. I landed on my face
and it cut my chin wide open and broke my right jaw at the ball socket. I had to have 8 stitches, and they wired my
mouth shut for 2 months so my broken jaw could heal.

To cut a very long story short, i was out walking the dogs in the hill's where i live, i fell about 4 foot over a rocky slope and broke my leg straight through the tibia & fibula just bellow the knee, i landed with my broken leg bent backward under my body, i had to get it out and drag myself on my back for seven hours to get help.

I've never really had anything past a minor injury.

I suppose the most interesting though was when I passed out my friends tried to take me up a flight of stairs and they ended up dropping me, although I don't recall any of it I can imagine it being quite the sight.

One of my favourites will always be this.

I was riding my motorcycle down the street, and at the bottom there's a cross-section which on the turns, is completely blind. Light stayed green as I went through, and the next thing I know a bus slams into me. I was thrown off the bike and ended up with my ass in some old lady's windscreen. I ripped my rear end to shreds even through leathers, and broke my left leg.

had my tounge sewn back on at the age of 9 thanks to a fottball(american style)accident.
broken arm and shattered knee courtesy of a bicycle crash at age 12,cut left middle finger off and had it reattached in 1997,
and spinal fusion surgery in 2007 from all the years of physical abuse i put my body through!if i were to tell
how many stitches,broken fingers,and concussions i have had in my 45 years,i'd be here to midnight!

I sustain idiotic injuries on a daily basis - my last one being when I fell through the ceiling while playing in the attic.

It hurt but I laughed it off.

The only incident where I really hurt myself was... well, rope was involved. My arms were tied to my legs so I couldn't put my arms out to catch my self. And I fell into a dresser. Hurt my collar bone something feirce.

SEX IS DANGEROUS, KIDS!!

When I was 19 I worked as a window cleaner for a few years, until one day I didn't wedge the ladder into the ground properly. I was 41 foot up in the air, cleaning a bedroom window when the ladder slipped out. I hit my chin on the windowsill on the way past and fell, landing on my back on the concrete patio. Then the ladder, which was still wrapped around my leg flicked me back up, catapulting me down the embankment, coming to land at least another 40 foot away from where I landed. Luckily a couple was walking past who knew First Aid. I was taken to hospital for a check up, with nothing wrong with me apart from a gash on my leg. Then a couple days later I went into shock! I was then bedridden for almost a year, being wired up to go toilet and being hand fed. I went from being 9 stone (126 lb) to 21! (294 lb). This was do to the vast collection of drugs they were pumping into me. Turns out that a rare for of arthritis runs in my family, and which I would have possibly got when I was around 50 or so. The shock to my system brought it on with vengeance, lol. I'm okay now, no pains or anything. And I slowly lost the weight, I'm now 13 stone (182 lb). But its took me years to get rid of it, lol.

My accidents all seem to be embaressing rather than bad.

When i was 12 i thought i was cool and started smoking. One day i stole some matches out of my dads pack and put them loose in my back pocket, later while showing off how cool i was i reached into my pocket to get a match and they struck together and lit setting my bum on fire lol.

Another time when i was 18 i was out walking with my cousin when he took a short cut over a barbed wire fence.I followed not realising the drop on the other side was a lot lower. As i went over I slipped fowards piercing right through my erm.... lady bits right onto my inner thigh. i had to be lifted off the fence. It was incredably embaressing explaining to the doctor why I needed a tetanus shot.

I was out hiking and stepped on a large flat rock that was near a steep hill down. Well, the rock tipped and over the side I went. Sliding down the hill, grabbing onto weeds and grass until I was hung up on a branch that had been lying under the weeds. 3/4 inch broken stick jammed upward from the side of my knee and under the skin about four inches up the side of my thigh. I couldn't reach the end of the stick and couldn't break the thing, so I had to pull it out of my leg and climb back up the hill.

Ow guys... can't think of anything good at the moment and I'm on my way out of work, but I just read this whole thread and I'm cringing.

I had broke both my legs in a car accident

When I was 8, I busted my lip after falling of the top bunk bed during the middle of the night. It got swollen and bloody.

when i was in college, a few friends & i were drunk (imagine that) & were diving off of the roof of my apartment building into the swimming pool. i slipped on a jump and realized on the way down that i wasn't going to make it all the way to the pool. i landed from the waste up in the water & from the waste down on the concrete. i had put my hands down to break my fall & i broke both of my wrists. it sucked BAD! ! ! i couldn't even wipe my own butt for 6 weeks

When i was 15(about a year ago) i had a bike related accident that shows just how stupid i really am

Every afternoon(or at least most afternoons)me and my friend would ride our bikes to a hanger halfway between our 2 houses to drink sodas,hangout,and watch airplanes take off and land nearby.Then we would go to one of our houses and waste the rest of the day playing video games.
So anyway,i was riding along a gravel road on my way to the hanger when i noticed i spider hanging from a web next to my front tire.I'm not particularly scared of spiders,i just wasn't thinking strait,so i put my right foot out to brush it off.Now,keep in mind i was at a fairly good speed,so the spokes barely an inch away from the spider were spinning fast.In my stupidity,i reach out with my foot toward the spider and it gets stuck in the spokes,instantly stopping the bike and sending me sailing over the handlebars.I hit the gravel hard,the right side of my face taking the full brunt of it.I think i might have blacked out for a few seconds.
I got up,disoriented,then realized what had happened.So then instead of getting back on my bike and riding on the wind back to my house,i stumble idiotically to the nearest house,where they call my parents to come pick me up.Long story short,i had about a bottle-full of gravel scraped out of my face(not gently plucked,scraped),which was the most painful thing I've ever experienced.I get 30 stitches and spent the next 2 weeks with the right side of my face looking like a zombie.It was miserable