I read in todays paper that Paul Westerberg ( former Replacements lead singer ) put a screwdriver through his left hand trying to get some wax out of a candle ( he cut some nerves, and ripped some cartilage ) -- he probably won't play guitar for around a year or so. --- I've stubbed my little toe at least 3 times, and have purchased crutches, because I'm accident prone. Care to relate any injury stories??

Also have done some toe damage. Smashed it off a carbon monoxide detector and broke it.

And swung off a rope swing from a tree into a river. But instead of letting go, i held on and swung back into the tree. Would have taken records on Funniest Home Videos had we taped it.



What exactly does getting wax out of a candle imply? I just don't get it.

I don't clearly understand either how you could do what Westerberg did because that's all the story said. -- I've also smashed my nose in a car crash as a teenager.

My advice is: when you plug a radial saw, be sure the motherfucker who used it prior to you didn't leave it accelerated.

I think he was trying to get wax out of a candleholder. Which can be maddening and, as we now know, dangerous.

When I was 4-5 I got the car door slammed on my finger and sliced it open. It didn't hurt at first, so I didn't realize what had happened until I tried unsuccessfully to brush off what I thought was some red, white & blue paper that had somehow attached itself to my finger. Finally realized that was my own flesh and started screaming, lol.

Aha! that makes sense. thanks.

I:
Froze my lip solid on a tank of nitrous
Smashed my big toenail off in a car's folding seat
Shoved a pencil point halfway under a nail
Not a whole lot really.

P.S. Paul, next time put the candleholder in the freezer.

Me and a friend were skitching around his neighbourhood. I'm not at all a boarder, so I was doing it just kinda for laughs. My foot came off the skateboard and got pulled under his rear tire. The foot got slung around like a baseball being shot out of a pitching machine. I was turned upside down, my head hit the pavement and the area around my left upper back was split open. I'd guess my friend was going about 15-20 miles an hour when it happened. Pretty sure I had a concussion, I was nineteen and didn't have the money for the emergency room.

I've broken 13 bones. Not one of them was while I was doing something dangerous. I'm just fragile I guess.

Electrocuted myself by sticking a metal rod into an electrical socket -- eighteen years ago today. Wow, that was like forever ago.

Got hit by a car while on my day-old bicycle (birthday present) on the first day of 7th grade. Had a bunch of stitches in my left leg; was ridiculed by idiots for some time. Ah, teenagers.

My bad accidents apparently happen on big days.

i slipped and fell on concrete on the loading dock at work. dislocated my knee, fractured my knee cap, sprained it, and tore some ligaments. so i get sent to the company clinic and they send me home without crutches and say its just sprained. 5 hours after scooting on my butt up 2 flights of stairs my knee swelled to 3 times its size. so i called the clinic since which is 24 hours and see if my girlfriend can come and pick up some crutches since i have an appointment the next day and i was in the worst pain i have ever felt. trying to get out of bed was impossible and actually brought tears to my eyes. . they say no i have to come and get them myself but they will send a prescription of tylenol3 to walgreens. so my girl went and got it and had to buy crutches too. anyways i ended up being off work for a yr (though originally they said i could go back to work in 2 days). i also had surgery and now my knee is fucked for life...good times.

Jesus!
Fortunately, you don't have to worry any longer.



You are safe in this board.

Oh man I was playing with the Nintendo Wii and I threw my controller. It bounced back off my TV (cracking it in the process) and flew back and impaled my hand.

That didn't really happen. I just have a shit knee and I tend to have this thing where everytime I turn around I manage to hit it on the bad spot.

Years ago, I was in a gang war with the moonfaced 9-year-old next door. It started when he threw a GI Joe doll at me over the fence. I popped off the head and threw it back. I'd wake up in the morning, and his big ol' face would be pressed up against the window... smirking... leering. Sinisterly, it escalated. I came home one night, and all the lights were out on the path from the garage to the house. I took two steps out, my foot hit something round, and I went into an arms-flailing, bag-flying, joke of a fall. Every time I tried to catch myself, I'd hit another something round. Seems the little shit had removed the lightbulbs and poured a 25-pound bag of red potatoes onto the path. Broke my foot in two places. Kept me on crutches for an obscene number of months.

I'm sorry to hear about your passing.

I've posted this one ways back:



I was doing an assignment for Car and Driver on the German autobahn. The writer and I were at the scene of a rather spectacular accident that required the Jaws of Life to pry the victims from the car (who all were in rather good shape, all things considered). After taking all the photos I needed, we were going across the divider to the opposite side of the highway, where the squad cars were located.

Now, I had two camera bodies on me, one around my neck and one across my right shoulder. I step on the two-foot high steel divider, place the other foot on (so I'm now standing with both feet on the divider), and my momentum causes the camera with the 80-200 (a foot-long lens) to swing forward. The sudden shift of weight forward caused me to loose my balance, and I went crashing down. As I'm falling, the camera around my neck upturns itself, so it's pointing at me instead of away.

When I hit the ground, the metal lens hood drills itself into my eye brow and all I can see when I get up is blood squirting everywhere. Even minor head wounds look rather spectacular, I learned. Luckily, since we were at the scene of an accident, there were already paramedics on the scene. Got my head wrapped up, then later they put me in a neck brace, and took me to the hospital where I got my first and only stitches of my life. Bonus, I got up-to-date on my tetanus shots!

In the end, I made it into the story, and a bloody photo of me (I can't find it at the moment) appeared in Car and Driver. (Here's the story if anyone wants to read it.)

Haha, that is wild--lucky that's all that happened to you.