What was the worst injury you've had?

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neverendingmidi said:
I swam in Guam, which has these round corals close to the coast. They felt pretty smooth when I just ran a hand over them, or bumped my leg against one (they were everywhere), until I got out of the water and realized my hands, arms, legs, and feet looked like I had shoved them in a basket of glass shards. They weren't deep cuts, just like a hundred little papercuts all over. I was surprised they didn't sting until I noticed them, given the salt water and all.
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And for bonus cringe; a lot of corals release some really nasty toxins when live polyps are crushed, which gets into all those wonderful cuts, so they don't need stings.

I've since made a truce with saltwater life; I don't fuck with them & stay out of their 'hood, and they don't sting/impale/bite/slime/infect me. I don't care how tasty they are; I'll pay to let someone else do some deadliest-catch type shit so I can eat it.
 
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A slice on my neck, close to my throat.
I got it while acting like an idiot with Frau Himmler while she was cutting vegetables, I booed her from behind and she turned with the knife in hand.
It was more the scare than anything, even if it left a mark it wasn't that painful, but it was pretty close.

The worst part was the nervous breakdown she had following the incident - all because I acted like an immature idiot.
 
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neverendingmidi said:
Dear god, what voltage? I knew a guy with a similar injury, but he opened the wrong panel (the one next to it was de-energized, that one wasn't) and had 4160V go through the cleaning rag he flicked in, down his arm and out his elbow.

At least you kept the arm? I'm sure you've seen the electrical safety pics of "day of, three days after, week after, two weeks after, amputation" that everybody who works with electricity gets traumatized by.
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Lucky for me it was only a 480V three phase for a roof-mounted AHU, low amperage. Really lucky. Some of the motors we work with are north of 30,000 volts pushing over 30 amps. I try to avoid those whenever possible, fuck that shit. If the state workers are coming up with excuses to not work on those kinds of systems, fuck it if you think I'm going to go anywhere near that without a comprehensive staff meeting beforehand. Anything less and you're asking to be vaporized.

The guy who cut off my lockout tag, well we made up. I told him I'd be cool if I could punch him in the face and to his credit he let me do it. Clocked that fucker good, thankfully I'm not a leftie.
 
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Exceptional Mafioso said:
One time a faggot coworker of mine used a bolt cutter to remove my lockout (anyone that knows what I mean here is probably screaming WTF right now) on a three phase! Discharged out my left elbow. The skin on my left arm isn't quite the same anymore and it still doesn't grow hair correctly, but I lived. My elbow also clicks during cold months now. Not sure about that one...

Got the rest of the week off with pay so I guess it wasn't so bad.
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I got zapped by a panel on a giant plastic scrap grinder, set next to a big blow-molding press. Someone had chucked a solidified conglomeration of plastic flash, scrap parts, cotton gloves, floor sweep, broken pallet, etc into the grinder; and then walked away when it froze up.

That grinder was normally running 24/7, nobody had turned on a trouble light, or turned it off. Walking by I noticed; when I went to shut the thing down andock it out, the box had been somehow energized and I got a large piece of that industrial 480V current.

Next thing remember is sitting on my ass, seeing so many stars, feeling every single one of my teeth buzz, my right hand/arm still lightly spasming, and my shop foreman standing over me, asking if I needed a cigarette.
 
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Exceptional Mafioso said:
Heh... no good deed goes unpunished in engineering and maintenance.
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Hey; I got a free smoke (that guy never gave anyone cigarettes, ever), an extra break, and a good buzz, so I like to think I ended up ahead.

Seriously though; for the next hour or so, I still felt.... energized.... and one eye would randomly spazz out for a second before I could consciously stabilize it.

Come to think of it, that eye still does weird things on occasion.

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I understand electricity, I know how it works, what it can do, and how to use it.
But trust it?
Fuck that.
Still, I have a theory that real electricians and electrical engineers are up to some wizard-level dark arts, considering the things they can make happen with the proper tools & equipment, on the scariest shit, no matter how broken it is.

Actually, there's been more than a few times our GSE boys would ask everyone to clear the AO, even if they weren't in the way or in danger.

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Chemical burn on my left ankle from TEA(3HF) after a critical gasket failure on a process operation unit I was fixing while informed it was "all flushed out with Toluene, nothing to worry about." I still miss that chunk of my ankle.

Exceptional Mafioso said:
One time a faggot coworker of mine used a bolt cutter to remove my lockout (anyone that knows what I mean here is probably screaming WTF right now) on a three phase! Discharged out my left elbow. The skin on my left arm isn't quite the same anymore and it still doesn't grow hair correctly, but I lived. My elbow also clicks during cold months now. Not sure about that one...

Got the rest of the week off with pay so I guess it wasn't so bad.
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Oh my god, we have 1 piece of equipment with 480 V 3 phase and I sure as shit would have killed anyone I saw screwing with the lockout on that thing.
 
I fell while climbing and broke every bone in my leg. I was in traction for a month with a screw through my leg, and on crutches for a while after that. It healed up pretty good but for years afterwards my leg would ache when it got cold outside. It doesn't anymore for some reason though.
 
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When I was a kid, there was this narrow concert wall that you could walk through that linked the properties of my house and my friend's house growing up. I was playing around there and I slipped. My left arm landed on the top of the fence. It took a chunk of skin and fat off. Had to get Stitches at the ER. Pic related. Never broke a bone though. Worse in my adult years has been cutting myself in food service jobs. Had to get Stitches twice. Once didn't leave a scar. One did.
 

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When I was six my family was at a backyard get together, and I was playing "king of the hill" with a group of other kids on top of a doghouse for a fairly large dog. It must have been around four feet high. The roof of it is flat, and several of us boys are playing pretty rough and tumble. All of a sudden some little shit pushes me from behind, and I fall off the edge unexpectedly. I instinctively reached out for a tree that was next to it rather than take the bump (years later spending hundreds of hours skateboarding (poorly) taught me how to fall properly) and my right hand hit the ground first, with all my body weight behind it.

I'm told I sat up and looked at my arm dangling like a wet noodle, and upon seeing one of the bones in my forearm had pierced the flesh and was visible I started screaming my head off. I honestly don't remember it clearly, but I was likely in shock. Luckily my grandfather was a firefighter and had his radio with him, so an ambulance arrived pretty quick and that was that. Got a scar I still have 37 years later and only bone I ever broke. (Knocks on wood)
 
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I can't remember my worst so I'll name a few really painful things that happened


1. Playing flag football on Concrete in fourth grade (like that weird rocky type of concerte), one of my friends on the other team accidentally tackled me as I was trying to catch-up the ball. And this kid was fucking buff so when I hit the ground, half my face was covered in blood and I got sent home for the day, while my friend got a few scratches and a scraped knee.

2. In middleschool, my class was taking a class picture on a playground. You know those weird plastic playgrounds that have those bridges with holes in them? I jumped from some place to somewhere on the bridge and my foot both landed wrong and partially in the hole, and I broke my ankle.


3. Happened a few months ago: Car broke down. Had to wait for a tow truck. But the tow truck took three hours to get to where I was. I sat in my car the whole time and I think I put so much pressure on my lower back from sitting too long and unconfortably that it hurt if I walked, moved, or did anything. So i layed like a plank on my bed, I almost couldn't move.I couldn't sleep at all without a ton of painkillers that night. Took 3 days to completely heal.
 
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Exceptional Mafioso said:
Lucky for me it was only a 480V three phase for a roof-mounted AHU, low amperage. Really lucky. Some of the motors we work with are north of 30,000 volts pushing over 30 amps. I try to avoid those whenever possible, fuck that shit. If the state workers are coming up with excuses to not work on those kinds of systems, fuck it if you think I'm going to go anywhere near that without a comprehensive staff meeting beforehand. Anything less and you're asking to be vaporized.

The guy who cut off my lockout tag, well we made up. I told him I'd be cool if I could punch him in the face and to his credit he let me do it. Clocked that fucker good, thankfully I'm not a leftie.
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Funny enough, the guy I was helping that got me injured offered the same thing.
Felt good.
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Heh... no good deed goes unpunished on the gun range.
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Very good friend of mine asked me to help his kid learn to shoot. Just turned thirteen and he was excited. So I say fuck it, let's do it. "Shoot me forty bucks for bullets and I'll set him up."
Brought an old Marlin .22 to the local range and that kids face lit up. He was into it. My buddy, will just call him Dave, wasn't a gun guy. Started taking interest around 2015, so he was learning too.
He missed a lot at first, never even seen a real gun so it was expected. To boost his confidence I got him a stand to balance the rifle and a scope from my truck.
He put all seven shots in the center of the target at 50 yards. Not bad for a first time. He was pretty excited. So I go to get the paper (Old range, no track to just slide it back.) and then I hear Dave. "Nice shots, Son!" BANG!!!
The kid's screaming, Dave yells and runs over. The fucking kid got me in the right in the ribcage. Third bone down on my right side. Got stuck in it, cracked not fully broken. Cheap ammo, not much power behind it.
Now, Dave told me he gave the kid a smack on the back and he pulled the trigger. Gun was in place on the table. Kid was excited, looked down the scope while I got the paper. I drilled him on safety and trigger discipline with the rangemaster for a fucking hour and he still forgot.
I told him to fill the rifle until it was full. He fired 7 times. The Marlin held 8, 9 with one in the chamber.
Emergency surgery, 200 stitches later, and a large dose of pain meds, I was functioning enough to be angry. Dave was very apologetic, and the kid was horrified. Forgave the kid, told him to fucking remember this so he wouldn't fuck up again, and when I felt mostly well again, (three fucking months later) I punched Dave in the jaw and knocked a tooth out.
We got some beers, and have been shooting at least two dozen times since. No incidents since. We're still good friends, helped me with bills and shit while I was recovering.
Remember people, kids are stupid, never assume otherwise. I got lucky, no pierced organs, just excruciating pain for fucking months.
 
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At 2 years old I climbed onto the kitchen counter where a lit candle was. I heard a noise from the candle and tried to listen to it. My hair and half of my head caught fire and I got 2nd and 3rd degree burns and I burned half of my hair off. I have a vague memory of this.
 
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Very good friend of mine asked me to help his kid learn to shoot. Just turned thirteen and he was excited. So I say fuck it, let's do it. "Shoot me forty bucks for bullets and I'll set him up."
Brought an old Marlin .22 to the local range and that kids face lit up. He was into it. My buddy, will just call him Dave, wasn't a gun guy. Started taking interest around 2015, so he was learning too.
He missed a lot at first, never even seen a real gun so it was expected. To boost his confidence I got him a stand to balance the rifle and a scope from my truck.
He put all seven shots in the center of the target at 50 yards. Not bad for a first time. He was pretty excited. So I go to get the paper (Old range, no track to just slide it back.) and then I hear Dave. "Nice shots, Son!" BANG!!!
The kid's screaming, Dave yells and runs over. The fucking kid got me in the right in the ribcage. Third bone down on my right side. Got stuck in it, cracked not fully broken. Cheap ammo, not much power behind it.
Now, Dave told me he gave the kid a smack on the back and he pulled the trigger. Gun was in place on the table. Kid was excited, looked down the scope while I got the paper. I drilled him on safety and trigger discipline with the rangemaster for a fucking hour and he still forgot.
I told him to fill the rifle until it was full. He fired 7 times. The Marlin held 8, 9 with one in the chamber.
Emergency surgery, 200 stitches later, and a large dose of pain meds, I was functioning enough to be angry. Dave was very apologetic, and the kid was horrified. Forgave the kid, told him to fucking remember this so he wouldn't fuck up again, and when I felt mostly well again, (three fucking months later) I punched Dave in the jaw and knocked a tooth out.
We got some beers, and have been shooting at least two dozen times since. No incidents since. We're still good friends, helped me with bills and shit while I was recovering.
Remember people, kids are stupid, never assume otherwise. I got lucky, no pierced organs, just excruciating pain for fucking months.
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How did the kid turn out? Does he still shoot?
 
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