Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!, ...ow ow ow Options

[DoRmAnt]

so me and da boys were hanging out with a bunch of our friends last night-- being stupid 'adults' (being that we are all over 20)...jumping on the huge trampoline, phil's friend has (phil being my oldest brother).

all showing off of course doing back flips and stuff...well one guy tried to do a double back flip.....and here's the OUCH!:

you know the metal ring around the edge holding the jumpy stuff on the trampoline? well in the middle of the double back flip his foot planted down on the outside ring and he smacked his jaw on his knee, knocking out his bottom teeth!


OUCH!!!!!! bleeding profusely he spits out his teeth and then as we drive him to the emergency room, he puts the teeth back into place! and all the emergency room people did was say 'looks like you did a pretty good job putting them back in'. gives him some major pain killers and cement his teeth (that HE put in).


ow ow ow ow ow. so, tell me...got any horrible yet stupid ouch accident stories?

[acid_rain_child]

When I was 4 I was standing and trying to balance ont he end of a couch, watching tv and humming. All of the sudden I lost my balance, and fell on a a glass and a ceremic bowl. I didn't feel anything first, except this cold, watery feeling in my left arm. I look down, and to my utter HORROR, a huge gash from the fleshy fat part of my palm to about an inch down my wrist is just gushing all sorts of blood. And I start screaming. In my frenzy, I lift the arm, and ALAS, on my forearm (sp) is another 4 inch gash, also getting blood just everywhere. My grandmother came in, wrapped my arm in a dry towel (I'll never forgive her for that, it was dry and scratchy) and drove me to the hospital. I had to wait in the waiting room for like, half an hour, but I think there was a little less blood squirting out of me. Finally I go in, and the doctor tells me I need stitches, I'm 4 so I have no idea what he's talking about, and all of the sudden he starts sewing up my wrist. I screamed and screeching and struggling so bad they threatened to strap me down to the table if I didn't stop. The cut was deep enough that if it were a a little bit to the left it probably would've killed me. The most painful thing was the stitches, and getting them removed, which was done by my mother's friend and an ice cube. Good times.