wood splinter from hell.

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Well I was mixing chemicals and appearantly something got screwed up, anyway, the beaker blew up in my hand and burned off part of the print.
 
I havent any hospital type injuries, ya know the ones where you have to go to the hospital...

But my finger did slip off a peice of steel I was grinding (I wasn't allowed to use the grinder) and it only just touched the grinding wheel, if I had pulled my hand back even just a half second later, I probably would've lost my finger. I was braising (a form of gas welding, about 3000 degrees C) a 10mm rod onto a peice of flat steel, I put the leather glove on and picked up the peice of steel and by the time I got to the basin to cool the steel (about 5m) the heat had transfered through the glove and has started burning my thumb and index finger.
I was turning a peice of rod down on the lathe and a chip of steel flew off, I moved my head quickly out of the way and it flew right past my head, if I hadnt of moved it would've hit my saftey glasses, if I wasnt wearing glasses, it would've gone in my eye.

I also almost cut my index finger off using the hacksaw, theres a thread around here somewhere.

All my little injuries seem to happen in the workshop. :odd:
 
Originally posted by Cobraboy
I havent any hospital type injuries, ya know the ones where you have to go to the hospital...

But my finger did slip off a peice of steel I was grinding (I wasn't allowed to use the grinder) and it only just touched the grinding wheel, if I had pulled my hand back even just a half second later, I probably would've lost my finger. I was braising (a form of gas welding, about 3000 degrees C) a 10mm rod onto a peice of flat steel, I put the leather glove on and picked up the peice of steel and by the time I got to the basin to cool the steel (about 5m) the heat had transfered through the glove and has started burning my thumb and index finger.
I was turning a peice of rod down on the lathe and a chip of steel flew off, I moved my head quickly out of the way and it flew right past my head, if I hadnt of moved it would've hit my saftey glasses, if I wasnt wearing glasses, it would've gone in my eye.

I also almost cut my index finger off using the hacksaw, theres a thread around here somewhere.

All my little injuries seem to happen in the workshop. :odd:
Dang man sounds like you got really lucky on a couple of those.
 
heh.

when i was 8-9 i was riding my bike when i fell of it and slid over the pavment for about 20 feet. it gave me a giant wound on my left thigh and leg, and amazingly there was only a tiny scare when it heald
 
i have about 5 bad things happen to me

1: i was in my kart racing going through a blind corner, well a kid was sitting there spun and i hit his front panel and it was basicly a ramp i flew 5 ft in the air (i was 12 then) and i did barrel roll and the kart landed on me broke 4 ribs and had internal bleeding, i thiought i was ok till my friend picked me up and it hurt like a b*tch

2: i was 5 and riding my bike down the driveway, i had my right pedal down and i turned right and it hit the ground i slid out into the street and i almost got hit by a car, bout a 1/2 in cut 1/8 in deep not bad but it hurt

3: i was playing tag and i went to lok behind me and ran stright into a pole, knocked unconssious for 20 min

4: got tripped on the feild head first into concrete no bleeding but i was told if i went to sleep i would die that sucked and scared me cause i was really sleepy

5: was playign football and got tackled from the side went leg first into the goal post (no padding) i could see the bone :ouch:
 
Speaking of splinters and hurting one's hands, have any of you had pencil lead (ahem, graphite) stuck in your hand? About 4 years ago, I was writing and had my left hand right next to my right hand to hold my paper, someone bumped me, and I got the pencil tip wedged into the flap of skin between my ring and middle fingers, and it snapped right off. I can still see it through my skin.
 
When I was 3 I got bit by some piece of **** dog. I was standing in our front yard playing with this white dove I had, and some shaggy white dog ran up, and latched onto my arm, and just started chewing the hell out of it. About 3 minutes later my dad kicked it to death. I had to get a lot of stitches on my left forearm from that, unfortunately.

When I was 4 I got the tip of my middle finger cut off in a hospital door. I was playing hide-and-go-seek with my brother, and I had my finger between the door, and the door frame, and the nurse told my brother to shut the door. I didn't even cry, interestingly enough. I just held the tip that was hanging by a little nerve(:yuck:), walked up stairs, and had it stitched back on.

When I was 7, or 8, I fell out of a tree that was about 2 stories tall. Part of my back, and the left side of my stomach got cut open quite nicely by a nail sticking out of the tree, and I landed square on my back. It was about a 2 hour drive from where we were to the hospital.:irked:

When I was 9 I was at some at some beach resort thing, running up this hill with really low hanging trees, and I stood up to high, and got a stick stuck in my back. Got a nice 4 inch gash from that one. No stitches. Just got a huge bandage, and cried like a little girl for an hour or two.

When I was 15 I jumped a friend's 4-wheeler, landed on the front wheels, racked my nuts, endo'd, and had it roll over me - twice. My nuts, and ego, were a little bruised up from that one.:lol:

Hmm. I'm sure more has happened, but that's all I can think of right now. I can't believe I've never broken a bone.:odd:
 
None of my injuries have been too bad. Mostly pulling/tearing my groin and hamstrings from hockey. There was this one time that I was at a hockey tournament and we were playing ball tag(I think I was 10 or 11) and I was running around this corner only to find some lady opening the door I was about to go through. Needless to say I ran headfirst into the corner of it and busted my eyebrow open. I had to get 6 stitches for that one.
 
Josh - Your childhood must have been lethal. Did your father really kick the dog to death - literally to death?

Anyway when I was about 8 I was running home from school down a steep ***** of a hill. Anyway I tripped, flew through the air and smashed myself to pieces. I couldn't walk for afew days. :(.
Afew years after that I was playing around with a compass and the point pricked me. Then a piece of lead snapped off and got stuck in the wound. I have never got the lead taken out but you can see it in my hand.

Last month I had to sweep the stupid sand back into the longjump pit and stupid dick of a PE teacher gave me a broom that was full of splintery wood. Afterward my hands were full of splinters. It took ages to get them out!

Don't you love pain?
 
Originally posted by ALPHA
Did your father really kick the dog to death - literally to death?


Absolutely. We lived on the Charleston Air Force Base at the time. Afterwards he notified the owners, and they didn't seem to care.

I killed a little girl's German Shepard once. I was out walking my Golden Retriever, and she let her dog loose for no damn reason, it jumped a ditch, and started biting my dog on the face/head/neck. The girl told me to poke her dog with this broomstick I was holding. I did, and her dog didn't budge. I started hitting it a little harder, and harder, and finally I was about to cry because I couldn't stand seeing my helpless dog getting attacked, so I hit her dog as hard as I could on the head about 6 times. It was already out by the third hit. Then I calmly picked up my dog, walked home, and took her to the vet.

If a dog ever bites me, or one of my dogs, for whatever reason, I can gurantee you it won't live another 10 minutes.
 
my ex-wifes cousin alan has us all beat, he was riding a horse in buckingham co., virginia, about 2 miles behind his house down by a river...the horse stood up on its rear legs and fell over backwards on alan, breaking his pelvis...he had to crawl 2 miles uphill thru the woods with what he describes as a "broken a**"...took him a couple of hours at least, he's not sure cause he thinks he blacked out from the pain a couple of times...he still does his tree surgeon job, but he won't ride a horse...
 
Originally posted by craig
my ex-wifes cousin alan has us all beat, he was riding a horse in buckingham co., virginia, about 2 miles behind his house down by a river...the horse stood up on its rear legs and fell over backwards on alan, breaking his pelvis...he had to crawl 2 miles uphill thru the woods with what he describes as a "broken a**"...took him a couple of hours at least, he's not sure cause he thinks he blacked out from the pain a couple of times...he still does his tree surgeon job, but he won't ride a horse...


A broken ass.:lol:

I know a little boy who's about 9 now who fell off of a horse. He's paralized from his neck down for the rest of his life, and has to be fed through a tube sticking out of his stomach. It's very sad. Your friend's lucky nothing major happened, but a broken ass isn't that minor, either.
 
Originally posted by Josh
A broken ass.:lol:

I know a little boy who's about 9 now who fell off of a horse. He's paralized from his neck down for the rest of his life, and has to be fed through a tube sticking out of his stomach. It's very sad. Your friend's lucky nothing major happened, but a broken ass isn't that minor, either.


:lol: That kinda has a ring to it.
 
i guess what he said was...when i asked him if it hurt real bad (like 5 yrs. later, when he was telling me the story), he said "what do you think!? my ass was broken!!"
 
I was going down a hill on my bike about a year ago while riding with my dad. I had never done that particular route before and he warned me about a steep hill with very sharp right hand turn. As we got to the curve i slowed down enough (to about 18-20 mph.) but they had just patched the side of the road with asphalt and there was some loose gravel in the middle of lane. I hit the gravel and my back wheel went sliding and i hit the ground and rolled over snapping my arm behind the wrist. It was my left arm and when i held my arm out my hand was sticking way over to the right. We had a cell phone and we called my dads friend and he took me to the hospital. They had to set my arm and that hurt worse than anything i've ever been through.
 
I have some nice stories::p

When I was 6 yrs old i smashed my left hand through a glass window. There was blood everywhere and my mom passed out from all of it.:p I nearly cut an atery open; another few inches and it would've happened. I still have scars from it.

Another time during the 4th of July i was playing with sparklers and rested one down on our picnic table. I rested my left arm down on the table not knowing it was there. As you can imagine, it hurt like hell. There's still a scar from that as well.

Then 3 weeks ago i sprained my left ankle while playing softball during gym class. It didn't help that the grass was unmowed and wet.:rolleyes: That's nearly healed now.


*All my major injuries have happened to the left side of my body.;) :p *
 
I was jumping on a trampoline once and I jumped off onto a 2x4 piece of wood with nails in it. I guess you can imagine what happened.
 
When it's wet on our oval and we're allowed on it we get one light person (like me) in the middle, two people then hold your hands...you sort of lean back, everyone runs at the same time, then the middle persons "slides" and the people on the outside keep running...:D It's really fun...It was so wet one time that i managed to get down with the back of my head about 5cm from the ground...afterwards my back was all full of mud because of all the grass being dug up by my heels...:D
 
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