I was running for my train. After entering in the station airlock, for a reason i still can’t explain, i turned right instead of continuing straight ahead and BAM, i hit a glass with my face. Now i have a little scar, fortunately hidden behind my eyebrow.
I bought a new pocket knife when I was 16 and immediately started testing it out by slashing at the Bouganvillieas in the garden. I followed through too hard and slashed the thum on the other hand,took out a scallop the size of a 5c piece, but not all the way. Got it stitched back up but I still have tingling there to this day.
I was 17 and drunk, had a new pocket knife and saw probably the largest traffic cone I’ve ever seen in my life. The better part of 2m tall(over 6ft), and that cone was asking for a shanking. All fun and games until the lock on the blade failed and the knife closed on my thumb. Walked 4km to the closest 7-11 where I guy I knew worked so I could use the first aid kit. Probably should have gone to the hospital…or at least a GP. Healed up mostly fine, just if I have quite a long gaming session using a controller that thumb will lock bent and I have to force it to unbend…
Once dropped a machete and instinctively tried grabbing it mid-fall as if it were my phone.
Still got the scar 10+ years after the fact lol
Broke my wrist on a punching bag one time because I had poor form. Now I have a nice screw in it.
When I was ~10 I was running around the house with a white bedsheet over my head. I was pretending to be a ghost while I chased my older brother around the house. Unfortunately I slipped backwards on the sheet and hit the back of my head on my mom’s solid oak coffee table. Immediately blood started soaking the sheet red and I obviously screamed out in pain. My mom came running into the living room to find me screaming and the sheet just turning more and more red.
At this time we lived about an hour away from the nearest hospital and my mom knew if she tried to take me in for stitches that I would probably bite the doctor or something (I have a pathological fear of needles). So she opted to shave my head and tape it shut. Then she instructed my brother to keep me awake for the next few hours (she was worried about a concussion) and she let me watch whatever movie or play whatever video game I wanted for the rest of the day.
It healed fine and now I have a small scar on the back of my head that is only visible if I shave my hair super short.
like half my concussions have been the stupidest shit ever. once when i was a kid i randomly decided to jump down the last 5 or so stairs. but there was a door there so i fucken CONKED my head on the frame, spun backwards, and then SLAMMED my shit for a second time on the bottom step.
that was probably the worst one, i think it legitimately fucked up the way i form memories. i have a lot of face blindness issues now, but i always INSTANTLY recognize people from my childhood.
