So who has tried to scalp themselves while making the bed? (other odd house injuries)

[wolfie]

I managed to cut myself shaving with an electric razor. The foil was a bit old, and had cracked between 2 of the holes, leaving a sharp end sticking out.

Not at home, but at work (before I started driving trucks), I cut my thumb changing a card on a computer. Turns out the case had a "maneater" on it.

[Zaiida]

Ah hot glue guns. What havoc have they not created for the unlucky. I managed to glue my butt to a concrete floor when attempting to repair some shoes.

Superglue is the sneaky glue. Unlike hot glue gun you can't tell you've glued a no no until it's too late. Apart from the standard gluing of fingers together I managed to really bling my nipple and give myself an indirect vajazzle when I was trying to glue rhinestones to a handbag .

Don't glue stuff in the nude people, especially if you're a clumsy dimbulb like me.

OH! Almost forgot! My brother managed to glue a packet of little toy green army soldiers to my aunt's dog during one fine unsupervised 20 minutes. Mum was torn between yelling at the little monster or laughing her ass off. The dog was fine, he was a maltese cross and was due for a haircut anyway.

One thing I will NEVER have in my house again are those ceramic doorknobs. At my last house I was in the bathroom and the knob exploded in my hands slicing it badly. Death by a thousand papercuts. I shredded a t shirt trying to open the door with the remaing ceramic stem sticking out and removed all those horrible doorknobs ASAP. Brass or wood doorknobs from then on.

[ozcatbug]

Let's see, there are so many incidents as I am a klutz, as is my brother and father. I have a scar just below the knuckle of my thumb from getting my hand caught in the steering wheel of the car I was driving. Long story and really hard to explain.

Very, very badly sprained my ankle walking. As far as my family and I can tell there was nothing for me to fall over. I was walking then I was on the ground in severe pain. Had 3 physiotherapists, 2 orthopedic surgeons and one GP tell me it was the worst sprain they had ever seen. Took a couple of days short of 10 months to get the all clear, plus I can now sense weather change.

I badly strained my knee swimming. You know how swimming is supposed to be low-impact, well I now have a permanently bad knee from swimming.

I am constantly finding large deep purple bruises all over my body with no knowledge of how I got them. The most recent one was on my breast and I didn't notice until someone pointed out it was visible with the top I had on.

I think have sprained and strained every muscle group in my body, except for my triceps, and yet the only bone broken is my big toe on my right foot, which I have broken twice. The first time was stepping from the sunken lounge into the dining room. Didn't step high enough and caught my foot. Can't remember when I broke it the second time, but it was another klutz attack.

My most recent injury was when I was trying to do an oil change on my car. I have done many oil changes on all the cars I have owned, and this was the 4th time on my current car. For some strange reason the sump plug was a bit tight, so had to put a lot of strength in to it. There isn't much room under my car and I don't have stands so I was having trouble getting leverage to turn the plug. Tried for about 30 minutes, then gave up for the day. Tried again the next day, confirming that yes I was turning it the correct way, but still nothing. Decided that I could put the oil change off for a while and left it. Later that day, both my forearms and biceps were really sore (I'm right handed but ambidextrous so tried using both hands to turn the plug), and by that night I was in a lot of pain. Took a couple of weeks before they started to feel normal again.

Then there was the time that I opened the shower door and almost knocked myself out. Yes, I actually walked into a door. Luckily my family believed me.

I have a scar on my leg from shaving, a nice curved one on my forearm from a hanging sign from my work as a nightfiller, two on the back of my hand from who knows where, and one on my big toe from the first break. I tend to get keloid scars so it doesn't take much to leave a permanent mark. And I usually find mystery bruises that look like some major injury has occurred, but I have no idea how it happened.

[Tanasi]

I've got scars from the top of my head to the tops of my feet. AFAIK I have no scars on the bottoms of my feet (yet.)
There I was taking a nice leisurely stroll through this kinda thick wooded area with some buddies looking a bunch of guys all called "Charlie." All of the sudden "BLOOOOOWWIE". It took a while to get over that one.
Limiting this to around the house when my older kids were small I was decorating the house for Christmas under the direction of my wife. I was making dozens of trips up and down the ladder and my knees were screaming. So instead of climbing the ladder I could stand on a wooden box in the bed of my truck, one step up one step down. As I was finishing up my wife said she was cold and got in the truck (there was a cold wind blowing) I was up on the box, she tried to start the truck but it has a starter lockout in that you have to press the clutch peddle all the way to the floor. She pushes the clutch peddle, the truck rolls forward, I loose my balance fall off the box onto the top of the retaining wall and then off it (12 feet down) to the lower concrete drive-way. Broke my right shoulder and other assorted bones and what not. Laid up for two months nearly went broke. The next year when it came to decorate the wife asked me what we were going to do and I said I'm going to set on the couch and I don't care what you do, I can't afford to get tossed around again. From that time on she and kids have done all the decorating.
When my Hereford bull was about 2 years old I had him put up in the doctor lot waiting for the vet to look at him. This old battle-axe of a neighbor had this mean little feist that thought it was a lot bigger than it was. It was aggravating the bull and the bull was trying to stomp it. I was in he lot trying to grab the dog before it got hurt but the bull spun around knocked me down. Before I could move out of the way the dog bit me and bull stepped on me breaking my left hip. I thought the heck with this I pulled out my pistol and waited until the bull was clear and shot the dog. The bull stomped the dog into....well it wasn't pretty. So there I lay in a small dirt lot in cow poo and mud and blood with a pissed off bull. I couldn't get up and all I could do was crawl a little. Being rather thick and the wire low to the ground I could only get under in one place and it was away from the house and standing in gooy mud. So to shorten this up, I get out of the lot and over the course of two hours crawl to the house and all my yelling for help doesn't get me any attention. So I throw my pocket knife at the back door and it broke the window which got my wife's attention. One ambulance ride and 3 months later I'm back on my feet.
I've also been shot 6 times and stabbed and cut too many times to count.
Did I mention my nickname is Lucky???

[Food Lady]

Been there, done that with the pinched nerve - hurts like Hell.
<snip> Then there was the time I was getting clothes out of the dryer and I threw my back out . . . never sneeze while you're bent over trying to pick up stuff that's fallen out of your arms, that does it to me every time. Stayed partially locked up for almost 2 days.

This kind of stuff happens to me frequently now. My spine is only slightly crooked, but it causes sooo many problems. I had that worse pinched nerve in February, and that lasted 2 months, resistant to opiates at that, and right when it was healed someone ran her car into mine and it was pain all over again. But I have self-inflicted accidental injuries, too. I think I have posted before that when I was 11 I was dancing on a chair, which tipped over and caused me a broken arm. I fancied myself a contestant on Soul Train, I think.

[hinakiba777]

My brother's bed has a bookshelf for a a headboard. It has two little cubbies on the sides and one big cubbie in the middle. A lot of people are shocked that my parents never replaced my brother's bed after the following event:

One night my dad woke up to the sound of my brother whimpering in his room. Thinking it was just a bad dream, my dad walked in to comfort my brother. Now my parents bedroom door is 90 degrees from my brother's bedroom door. At the time, my brother's bed was positioned next to his light switch so that he could just flick it on himself if he needed something. So Dad walks in the room to comfort Brotherkiba. He shushes him gently and picks him up out of bed. BK is limp like a ragdoll, though he's still conscious and whimpering. Now dad hadn't turned on the light when he walked in since the hall light was on and BK's bed was right by the door. Upon feeling how limp BK was, my dad flicked on the light. BK's pillow was drenched in blood and there was a two inch horizontally at the center of his brow. BK had to be rushed to the hospital for sitches, and he has a VERY obvious scar on his forhead. Which is why BK tends to wear tuques or bandanas at all times to cover his brow, and consequently the scar.

He split his head open on the corner of his head board when he was trying to flick on his light. I think he was 2 at the time.

I have funnier home accident stories, but none of them are as random as Brotherkiba splitting open his head on the corner of his bed. I think that's why my bed has a rounded head board.

Coincidentally, I am the exact height of my brother's scar. If you measure from the crown of my head to my brother's scar it is a completely straight line.

[Andara Bledin]

My mother had to go to the emergency room for washing a glass, once.

She had her hand inside, doing the twisting thing to clean the insides of it, and the thing just sort of shattered around her hand, which she then sliced up rather impressively because she was twisting her hand when she found herself holding just a bunch of sharp shards.

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[bhskittykatt]

Once was washing a glass, holding it normal and everything. It suddenly split into two pieces and sliced the inside of my thumb open.

Ah, this reminds me of something last year. I was decorating a glass ornament for the holidays, and must have been gripping it too tightly, because it exploded in my hand! I had lots of little shards of glass sticking all through my palm and fingers. I had to carefully take them out and bandage up the whole hand, then clean up all the glass shards that were all over the table and carpet. Lots of fun, that day.

[BrenDAnn]

Reading some of your posts reminded me of a couple of other things I've done, both at work.

First, I was at the store I used to be at, in the kitchen, trying to open a HUGE can of mushrooms. The can opener at the time was horrible. Well, the can opened, the lid tilted, and the edge of it sliced me right at the base of my right thumb. Cue me, freaking out, my manager freaking out, and me ending up in the back room, holding my hand to put pressure on it. Looking back, I should've gone to the hospital for stitches, but the thought of THAT freaked me out even more. I still have a small, almost imperceptible scar from it.

The other thing that happens all the damn time at work is me hitting my knees on the thick metal safe door at work. You'd think a person would realize that hey I opened the safe door, I should probably look out for it. Not me. Most recently, I opened the top of the safe, then proceeded to jam the corner of THAT door against my right thigh. I ended up with a nice bruise from that. Honestly, I'm shocked my knees aren't permanently bruised at this point!

ETA: I have a scar, of all places, on my right eyeball, right over the center of it. My oldest niece and I were hanging out when we were younger, and she managed to somehow scratch my eye. I didn't know until about four years ago that it had left a scar. Let me tell you, it's made it a bitch when I've had to go to the eye doctor, because it automatically makes my vision in that eye a bit blurry.

[protege]

@protege: My dad has a permanent dent in his forearm, in the fleshy part just below his elbow, from dropping a car on it (the stands failed).

I bet that was painful!

When I started working on the car, I bought the highest-capacity jack stands I could find. I figure, if those stands can handle being under a city bus...then they'll work fine under a much smaller vehicle. Plus, while the front was in the air, I kicked some chocks under the rear wheels. No bricks either--I use metal wedges specifically designed for that purpose.

As for the scar on my ear, it's largely hidden. However, I have a couple that are pretty obvious. One, was left by my cat. Sally left a nice big scar on my left arm. She did that the very first night after I brought her home. She was scared, and probably nervous as hell, so I can't hold that against her.

My left index finger has a nice scar as well. This one came when I was working on models one night. I was cutting some part to size...when I not only broke said part, but the x-acto knife as well. The blade simply snapped in half, breaking the part, and cutting the hell out of my finger.

One scar that's mostly invisible...involves my jaw. Didn't break anything, but taking a steering wheel to the face in '94 auto accident. As a result, my jaw is a bit screwed up now. Occasionally, it makes an irritating clicking sound when I'm chewing. Not painful, but irritating. That's where the scar comes in--it's left over from a minor surgery in an attempt to take care of things.

Oh, and I've noticed that nearly all of the 'damage' is on my left side

[Andara Bledin]

Ah, yes, the glue gun incident has reminded me of my most serious self-injury in the home.

See, I'm good with blades and glass and anything that might cut; I tend to stab myself, more, and almost never seriously.

The only exception was the time that I stepped down onto a lapel pin that was attached to my jacket, folding the pin in half and plunging the length of it into my heel where it stuck into the bone.

Otherwise, I've got your typical collection of household bumps and bruises with knees hitting corners, toes hitting edges, elbows whacking whatever, and headbutting a variety of fixtures that more often than not are or are attached to some form of cabinetry.

The burn, however, came about due to me not holding a foam styrene tub of piping hot soup securely enough and spilling the contents into my lap. That blistered up impressively and there is a fading interrupted scar running from just below my sternum down and outward and ending at my upper thigh.

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[LillFilly]

My boyfriend hesitates to give me sharp or hot objects at home.

I was sitting on the couch with a box cutter trying to cut something. The blade stuck, I gave a tug and *SHUNK!* right into the top of my thigh. Didn't feel anything, figured I only caught my pants. Pulled about an inch of blade out and suddenly a lovely red fountain started squirting into the air and across the carpet. My face was and my boyfriend looked and I had to try and stop the bleeding while hobbling to the tiled kitchen while yelling at my boyfriend "Quick, wipe the carpet so it doesn't stain! Oh, and call 911!."

Cause I was on blood thinners. Yeah, fun. Afterwards I was like "Did you clean it all up? Did it stain!?"

Oh, I was doing a hot glue project with a newer high-powered gun that wouldn't squirt. I was holding the project in my left hand, gun in my right and suddenly whatever was jamming the nozzle unjammed and just POURED a puddle of hot glue down my hand wrist and arm. It looked sooooo bad and coworkers were asking if my boyfriend had done that to me! I had to convince them no, I'm just that clumsy!

[WoodenSunshine]

I ripped my cartilage in my knee getting out of bed one morning.

In our home, we have original wood surrounding the opening between the living room and kitchen. There are some nice sharp corners on it. I had a nifty bruise on my thigh from bumping into it.

[Shangri-laschild]

My two biggest scars are from accidents in the kitchen. Once was washing a glass, holding it normal and everything. It suddenly split into two pieces and sliced the inside of my thumb open. Other time I was sitting on a wooden stool. Turned as I was getting up and ended up with a splinter in my leg big enough to almost not be considered a splinter anymore. I took a step and it broke off in my leg so there was nothing to grab to pull it out. It took two dr visits to get the whole thing out. The ER dr wasn't comfortable cutting any further after he got half of it out. That was Christmas morning too and we were supposed to be traveling to see relatives afterwards. Made for an interesting trip.

[Blue Ginger]

Alloy B bronze shrapnel in my face that they couldn't get all the teeny tiny pieces out of the eye sockets and every now and again one will work its way out. I currently have a tiny shard embedded in my left upper eyelid that is trying to escape. Catastrophic fail while machining a 1 inch chlorine cylinder valve.

Ok. And I thought it was pretty gross having small bits of gravel still in my chin. At least mine doesn't try to escape. And they make the scar feel weird.

Bicycles and me don't mix. The above was part of an accident that left me with no skin on my knees, palms, no finger prints on my left hand and right thumb and fore finger, split lip, gravel rash and a 2cm vertical cut on my chin, blood nose and one chipped tooth. I would probably have had a broken nose too, except my helmet had a visor bit on the front. And it all happened as I was heading to school for the last day of term. I was finally nearly all healed in time to go back at the end of the 2-week holidays.