^And rightfully so, apparently. Hubby had a broken nose and a broken wrist (motorcycle accident). The broken nose story is pretty funny: He used to have this old Nissan that everyone called The Frankenstein Car, because it had parts from dozens of other vehicles---a red door, a blue hood, a green fender; it even had a hole in the floor. One day, when he lived with his mother, he got in the car and started it; it was a cold morning, so he thought he'd warm it up some. But hubby hadn't bothered to open the garage door yet. He wasn't aware that the car now also had problems staying in gear, because he got in, started it, and hit the gas to rev the engine...and the car apparently slipped into reverse. It shot out backwards through the very heavy, solid wood garage door and ended up in the street. Hubby got out, dazed and bruised, but none the worse for wear, and sees the perfect car-shapped hole he's put in his mother's garage. He started picking up the bits and pieces, knowing she'd be angry, so he figured if he cleaned it up, she'd be less angry, I guess. But one piece was apparently attached to the heavy-duty spring. He pulled on it and the bit of spring shot up and hit him square between the eyes, breaking his nose and putting a nice little gash right down the middle of it.The force knocked on his butt. He's sitting there, stunned, wood everywhere and his face covered in blood; one of his neighbors sees this, goes running out and takes him to the hospital. His mother gets home, sees the car parked in the street, wood fragments everywhere, a car shaped hole in the garage and a huge trail of blood. There's a message on her answering machine. "Hi Mom! Um....let me explain........" He still has a little scar right down the middle of his nose but you can barely see it.
I fractured my left arm (elbow) falling off a three legged stool when I was 7 or 8, it healed in just a few days. When I was 9 I fractured my left wrist after falling off a rock on the beach awkwardly, it was about 10 feet and I landed on sand, only just missing a small rock. *shudder* Since then I've been break free, about 10 years now. I've gotten away pretty lightly.
Two days. And then seven weeks at home before I could return to work. It's the cause of the PTSD I referenced in your thread about that. I also could not taste certain foods or smell certain things properly for the last two years, although pregnancy seems to have reset that for me (brains are weird).
I've been lucky I suppose, I only broke one bone, that was in Kindergarten. I was going down a slide in the playground, but someone went right after me and slid into me, pushing me off the slide. I immediately felt this intense pain in my arms. I still went through school the rest of the day, told my mom about it when I got home. She took me to the doctor and I had my first and only caste.
Very close to being 45 with no broken bones. I've sprained many joints, have torn and stretched tendons, but no broken bones. Hope it stays that way! I did manage to break wooden kitchen cabinet with my head once, unintentionally. I guess my head is harder than wood! Mr Awe
I've made it to 29 and counting without breaking any. I've had soft tissue damage and ailments instead.
{{{{{mari}}}}} I'm so glad there was no permanent physical damage. I can imagine that it must have been very traumatic. I am not sure how I would react to such a severe injury. I'm surprised and a bit shocked that you got sent home on the third day. In Germany they'd keep you in hospital for weeks with such an injury. You must be pretty tough!