When you were a child, what was the most serious injury you suffered?

I broke my wrist.

I bit off my own lip and left my two front teeth in a 2×4 in the process. I think that one took the cake.
Oh, I took a 2” screw all the way into my shin, also. That one was pretty nasty, too.

I slit my leg open with a penknife. I thought I was going to lose the leg but I was only 8 at the time. I still bear the scar.

I had a wood fence that I was playing football next too. I was tackled and a piece of the wood went under my finger nail and went down my finger and ended up beyond the last knuckle. It was hard getting it out and hurt like a ^&*#$^&$. It was around six inches long. I also jumped off a house and landed in some strong sticks. One of the sticks went up through my shoe then the foot then through the top of the shoe. It was also very hard to get out.

I fell on a heat register and burned my leg. I still have the 5 marks to show for it. Other than that I slammed my finger in a car door and lost the nail, but it eventually grew back.

Oh yeah, I also dislocated my big toe playing soccer in grade school. It’s still slightly crooked and is developing arthritis, I think.

Had my chin laid open by another kid when I was six. I had to get stitches, and as I was going home holding my chin in place I heard her getting her ass wailed on by her dad. The same girl broke another girl’s collar bone not one but twice.

When I was around two or three, a mini-television set fell on me and the bottom row of my teeth went through my bottom lip. People rarely notice the scar. When I was older, I received my fair share of cuts and bruises (including a gash in my foot from kicking a glass jar – that was a stupid decision) but nothing major. No broken bones or stitches.

Actually, I still haven’t broken any bones or needed stitches. Knock on wood, right?

There was a very steep hill near my house that bottomed out with a sharp left turn. The verge was covered with sand there.

We liked to ride down that hill as fast as we dared, and I’d gotten to the point where I didn’t touch the brakes at all. One day, after it had been raining pretty hard the day before, I went charging down that hill only to find that there was a lot more sand on the road at the bottom than there usually is.

I attempted to make the corner, but, of course, I didn’t, and I fell over on my left side, gaining road rash on my elbow, shoulder knee and who knows where else. My mother wasn’t home, so the lady whose house I crashed in front of took me to the doctor, who put some kind of anesthetic over it, and presto chango, it didn’t hurt, and he could clean my owunds and put bandages on them. I can’t remember how well my bike survived.

I got a fish hook to the head and the girl with the fishing pull didn’t realize so she kept pulling and tugging. Another time my brother was launching me in the air and I ended up landing chin first on the floor and getting stitches. Last one I’ll type was I was wrestling with the guys and I jumped on one of their backs and it caused a giant tumble of kids. An overweight kid ended up landing on my thumb and bending it backwards, It was sprained and swollen.

I have just one thing to say to you all…..Ouchhhh!! Oh & thanks, I think :¬)

Age 2 – Third-degree burn on my right wrist from having it forced onto the flames of a gas stove by a very bad person.

Emotional/sexual trauma aside.. what @aprilsimnel said.
But I was 4.

Getting run over by a wild pony I fell off of. lol

Basically bruised and trampled but miraculously no broken bones.

I was very accident prone, had a black eye or fat lip almost every school picture from 2nd to 7th grade. haha

Broke my arm riding bike and my leg sliding into home base… but the most serious injury came when I stayed at my Grandmothers roadhouse for the summer. She took in all kinds of travelers, truck drivers, hippies, who knows what… and had her upstairs converted into a few boarding rooms for the roughneck guests that passed through.

I was in the 3rd grade, and bored, would go and hang out with the hooligans upstairs. This time they were all gone except for one. A crazy looking dude walking towards me with a little tiny red thing in his hand… asking me if I wanted “some candy”… “Sure Thanks!” was the last thing I remember before going on the wildest acid trip of my life as a 3rd grader.

I awoke in the hospital a week later with tales of the wildest monsters and planetary destruction. The entire world was made of flat toothpicks. The buildings, the people, the streets… and it was all a constantly burning inferno. I had recurring visions and nightmares for years up until high school. I could go into a trance state at any given moment during waking hours. I still can today, but it’s different now. Much different and much better.

When I was about twelve I was sitting on the fence that ran round our garden when the metal rail turned in the post and I fell backwards putting my hand through the glass of my father’s cold frame. I cut my wrist quite badly. There was lots of blood but no lasting injury apart from a jagged white scar.

I must’ve been about 6 or so when one time I was jumping on a bed and fell and hit my face on the windowsill. I don’t remember much of it at all, but seeing as how my teeth look pretty normal to me, I don’t think it did any real damage, but I do remember hitting my teeth and being in complete shock. I’d have to ask my parents about that one. :P

Also, when I was 3, my brother fell on top of me. He was in his baby seat on the kitchen counter and my mom underestimated his ability to move so much, and he kept moving forward until he fell off the counter and fell on my head. The good thing is, if I hadn’t been there to break his fall, he could’ve suffered serious damage. My mom’s not too proud of that one…

As I got older, I suffered many a skateboarding/BMX injury, but nothing too serious. Never broke a bone. :)

@DominicX

The first time my daughter rolled over around 3–4 months old she fell off the bed.
Kerthunk! lol

I felt terrible, she was fine, came up smiling!

Us moms do our best…hahaha

Putting my forearm down on top of a heated toaster oven at the age of 7 or 8. The blister went from wrist to elbow.

Is 13 too old?

In 7th grade, I was run over by an SUV and my foot came off my leg. I spent four days in the hospital, had two surgeries and was on crutches for several months. I kept the foot and have almost complete use of it today. Were it not for the best orthopedic surgeon on the east coast okay, I don’t actually know if this was his official title but this injury is ridiculously rare and difficult and because of him, I have all of my body parts, you’d all be calling me stumpy.

I was about four or five. My best friend (still is) and I were playing next door to my house because the man was building his own cabin cruiser? from scratch in his garage! Whatever they call those huge boats. Anyway , I tripped over something in his driveway and fell on a board that had a nail in it and the nail went deep into my leg. I was scared but don’t recall pain. My friend ran and got my mother who raced over and YANKED that board off. Then she took me home and poured an entire bottle of hydrogen peroxide into that hole over and over. I think she put a bucket under my leg. I had a round scar for decades. The End.

I was four years old. I had just gotten back home after a trip to town, and the horses that at the time our family owned, had escaped from their holdings. Maybe you can see where this is going. While my mother was putting groceries away, with my older sibling; I snuck out of the house and went over to mess around with the horses. I ended up getting smacked in the mouth, going to the dentist a bloody mess!

When I was a young lad, the other fellows and I played what we thought was baseball on our lunch recess in fifth grade. I was on third base and got the signal to run home because we had bribed the pitcher to throw outside or wild when we had someone there. I ran for home and the batter swung and struck my head pretty good, didn’t knock my out though. I bled like a stuck hog, but was mad at the same time. I chased the other fellow into the school and eventually fell down because i couldn’t see where I was heading any more, too much blood all over my face i think, but i may have passed out, don’t know for sure anymore.

I wound up with seven stitches over my right eye, and the rest of the tear over the top of my right ear bandaged after my head was shaved. It all healed okay, and the “battle” scar still shows. I think it gives me character. lol

@Aster How cool! You lived next door to Agent Gibbs?

I was hit in the stomach with a ball during a so-called game of dodgeball, which was more like a free for all torture session. The point is for the stronger kids to pummel the weaker ones with a ball until they are all forced out of the game.

It caused my appendix to burst, but I didn’t go to the hospital until the next day when an infection set in. After a botched operation, I almost died, but a second operation got out most of the poison, and a drain was inserted, which my mother had to change every hour or so. To this very day, whenever a new medical practitioner exams me, they frown when they see the scar.

Fell off a cow when I was about 8, jumped into the hay in the barn and really misjudged how much hay was left, fell off my bike, fell out of many trees and on and on. I never did do sports well,either. No broken bones though. Stepped on the rusty nail on the way to the outhouse, no fuss, no tetanus shot, and no problem from it.

Trying to decide between the dislocated knee or assorted broken bones. I’ll go with the dislocated knee. Not only did it hurt, I did it at school. Everyone recalled the story, over and over. Still makes my knee hurt.

@cak: What is it with you cancer survivors and your knees? Both my mother and my grandfather had cancer and both have bad knees. Stop hurting yourselves! :P

@KatawaGrey – I was born a true klutz. There is a list of injuries I dare not share! My parents were always afraid that people would accuse them of abusing me. My husband gets the pleasure (?) of dealing with me and injuries. I’ll try to be more careful.

@KatawaGrey
You’re the winner by far, wow..glad you came out of that in mostly one piece.

when I was 3 or 4 my dad accidentally dropped me face first down on the edge of a Radio Flier red wagon. Back in the day they were made of steel. Didn’t loose any teeth but it sure fracked up my mouth and one of my front teeth was black till it finally fell out some time later. Good times…...good times.

@KatawaGrey I just finished reading the thread, between your foot and @TheOnlyNeffie biting off the lip. I’m seriously cringing. There are a lot of horrible ones on her, but those are sticking with me!

@cak

Yeah, I know the klutz factor.
I am left handed and it is a real handicap when using knives.
My ginsu action is dangerous! :-/

@Coloma duly noted. Take back the ginsu knives for @Colma. Return for bubble wrap. :P

@cak

LOL, yes, and no decorative torches, I am not responsible with fire when drinking wine. haha

@Colma are you sure we are related?

@cak

Are you knife and fire challenged too?
I gave up torches after almost burning my deck down and starting a forest fire a few summers ago. lol

I was running. My preschool teacher yelled at me. I turned around. I kept running. I turned back around. Suddenly, a door frame jumped in front of me in an offensive stance. It was too quick for me to react.

Scar and stitches on my forehead.

At six years of age, I decided to surprise my dad by finishing a woodworking project that he had started. Standing on a bench and bending over the table with my head twisted around to better align a board with the circular saw, I slipped. As I was a rather pencil-necked child, the whirling blade of the saw ripped instantly through my neck, decapitating me. Fortunately for me, mom heard the commotion and came running. She had the unusual presence of mind to toss my head into a bucket of ice and rush me to the hospital. The surgeons did a remarkable job of stitching me back together, but to this day I never leave the house without a scarf around my neck.

@ratboy Showoff.

Age was eight or nine. I was in a church-based summer day camp program in Brooklyn, NY and we had headed over to some pools in Manhattan because the salt from the beach was getting kind of old(we went once a week to the beach seeing as the church was in Coney Island and we were therefore never further than 3 blocks from the sand at home). The line was, as one should expect in Manhattan on a ridiculously humid day, stupendously long; multiple hours wait, in fact. The pool was part of this park-like complex that also had a playground where there were all the basic playground features; slides, swings, see-saws and the jungle-gym. Being Mr. junior monkey-crud for brains, I decided to try the jungle gym despite it being to high up for my height at the time. I couldn’t stand on the platform and reach the bars, so I made a jump for it, quickly slipped off the first rung, and hit my head on the starting platform. Strangely, i felt no pain, just the warmth of the blood completely ruining my shirt(had to be thrown out without so much as an attempt at washing) and a considerable lack of comprehension apart from “huh. not the best move I’ve ever made”. I was barely able to understand the state I was in, and strangely was extremely nonchalant about it. I can only attribute this to the blood loss. The nearest counselor picked me up and wrapped my head in a towel (also quickly ruined) until proper first aid was applied. The park rangers(or whatever the appropriate title is for the park cops) went over what happened with me, but I couldn’t give very details. I was then shipped over to the nearest hospital in an ambulance for an X-ray, which showed I had no breaks in my skull. I was given medical staples to close the wound and sent home. To this day I have a one-inch long dip in the back of my head where I hit the platform.

When I was a kid my granny was frying someting in a large wok and as a humble child I ran around the wok (I can’t believe no one noticed about that!) after I took a bath so the ‘splashing’ oil burned the skin of my belly. Fortunately it was so little and not so fatal but it leaved a mark on my belly’s skin that makes me feel uncomfortable wearing belly – open dress. I’ve never tried any medication on it but I’ve been looking for some effective skin medication.

Physically I guess it when I first suffered a labral tear and rotor cuff tear in my right shoulder when I was 3–4 years old, it still hasn’t not healed completely after tearing them again during wrestling when I was 16.

@ratboy

Hahahaha…thanks for the great bedtime laugh!

My ex husband was knocked in the head by his sister swinging on a heavy wooden swing as a child, he had to have brain surgery to remove a piece of his cracked skull from his brain.

They say he made a full recovery, I think that accident made him a sociopath. lololol

All the mental/pychological, emotional and verbal abuse. I’d need to write a book to explain…perhaps someday.

Broken arm after falling out of a tree!

Hard to pick out which one was the most serious. I stepped on a pointy keychain once, breaking off a bit; for a while we thought that maybe it was still in my foot, but the docs said that we hadn’t. I came within nanometers of severing a tendon once, which is pretty bad. I broke my hand once and ignored it until I more obviously broke the little finger on the same hand. And for a while, I was breaking toes like a professional torturer.

At an early and curious age I managed to fiddle with a sewing machine in a way to put the needle all the way through my thumb. I was at least as upset, frustrated and embarrassed that the machine did something I didn’t expect than because of the pain.