Inspired by fritzling
http://www.livejournal.com/users/fritzling/325168.html?thread=3793200#t3793200
Here are some other stories you might enjoy reading. The first are more on broken bones, then i'll move on to cuts =)
Broken Hand:
When I was 5 my mom used to take us to this daycare in a church. The curch had a gym attached to it and had old roller skates. So every now and then, as a treat, they would let us roller skate in the gym. Now I was born with a pair of roller skates on my feet so I was a decent skater, even at 5. With the exception of one time. I could skate fine, but I had a problem with stopping. How I would stop myself was I would slide on my knees on the floor. This proved to be an ineffective way of stopping.
So the story goes I was skating around minding my own business. There were teenagers there who also supervised, but one of them was skating that day, and skating fast, mind you. Maybe a little too fast around 5-8 year-olds. Anyway, I found myself in a direct path with this guy and my fisrt instinct was to hit the floor and stop.
The gym floor was made of this hardened rubber. So when I slid on the floor, my knees caught and I fell forward. Instinctivly I put my hands out in front of me to break my fall, except that one hand got caught underneath my body, bending my hand in half, not at the knuckles either. The bones that connect my pinky and my ring finger to my wrist on my left hand were broken and nearly crushed.
But all is kewl! i got all my friends to sign my cast =)
Broken Rib:
This happened about a year after I broke my tailbone the first time.
We had just moved into a new house and had just finished putting in a new septic tank system where it would filter our sewage into almost drinkable water. The water ran to the garden to a sprinkler system. I thought it was kinda kewl. Flush the toilet, water the garden.
Anyway, my point is that there were still hidden holes left from filling in the dirt. Grass had grown over and it was hard to see. Well, my parents never let me ride my bike in the street so I had to compromise. I rode around the yard instead.
The front tire of my bike hit one of these holes and twisted the handle bars a quarter of the way around. I fell forward and by the time I made contact with the handle bars they were perpendicular to the ground. The left side of my rib cage landed squarely on the end of the handle bars knocking the wind out of me and, of course, breaking a rib.
So if you ever see me shirtless or in a swim suit you can see the dent in my ribs =D
Well, that's all of my broken bone stories. Cuts and scrapes to come!