When I was around 8, a neighborhood kid was swinging around a light pole, just a plain metal pole but it had the wirenut box attached to the side about a foot from the ground, which he was standing on while spinning.
His foot slipped, the corner of this box ripped his ankle open, cut right up from the top of the shoe about 6 inches into his lower calf/ankle.
He screamed and ran home, blood pouring everywhere. Saw him a few days later with massive stitches and bruising all over his leg. Wasn’t as bad as it looked, but fuck me it still makes me wince thinking of my ankle being sliced by a dull metal corner by weight and gravity alone.
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I didn’t see it happen but my Dad, a local rugby legend in his youth, decided to play again in his 40s. Him and another guy jumped for the ball at the same time and my Dad’s eye socket collided with the other guy’s head. It looked like he’d replaced his eye with a purple tennis ball for about a month.
Lot of rugby accidents in here
A friend who worked in ER told me this, a person walking a friend’s pit bull while the friend was away, very familiar with the dog, and the dog lunged at a passing dog, they gripped the leash so it didn’t get away, and it turned on them instead and ripped their arm right off. Someone called 911 and the cops had to shoot and kill the dog to stop the attack. The arm could not be saved at all. Imagine talking to your friend when they returned when you suddenly have no arm and the dog is gone? What’s that conversation like?
No pit bull apologist will ever convince me they’re safe dogs. I have a few other stories, including my own niece needing four facial plastic surgeries due to a family pet attacking her. Those dogs should be banned.
Pit bulls, XL Bullys, Akitas… these dog breeds are not fully domesticated.
Always unnerving when you are out walking your dog and you pass the owner of some hellhound saying, “Don’t worry, Toby is friendly!” While the dog is salivating and pulling at the leash to come and maim you lol.
Happened to me a few weeks ago actually. And the thing with pit bulls is that they don’t really have body language that warns you they’re about to attack or feel threatened, they stay very still and then fly at you, and that is a powerful bite. The nursing and emergency medicine subreddits have horror stories of children who died or lost their faces from pits.
Some junkie, high as a kite, ran into a truck. So the rescue guys were sent up to us, the xray department, straight away with a request form where basically every position was marked. Usually, we don’t see the rescue people, as their job ends at the trauma department.
This guy was so gone, he had not really registered what had happened, and tried to kick people with broken legs and fight them off with broken arms.
Both the rescue guys, one xray specialist, and I had to wear lead and hold him down, while the other specialist was changing plates and shooting pictures for a whole album.
I later learned that this guy had broken about everything one can break without dropping dead on the spot.
Probably my own injuries. When I was a kid, maybe 9-10, was playing football and one of my friends kicked the ball near some flats. I ran to get the ball and didn’t see a nail sticking out the wall, ran into it with my knee and ripped a huge “smile” into it. 15 stitches and some tetanus shots later I was fine but no football for a few weeks.
Also cut the tip of my finger off, which to my surprise grew back.
Not the worst but definetly weird. When I was younger I was riding my bike and suddenly the front wheel looks, mind you that bike barely had working breaks, and I got sent over and hit the ground with my face. Fortunately it was a ground road so I got slightly injured
I encountered a very aggressive stray dog when I was about 14. It bolted after me, I climbed and vaulted over a chain link fence to get away. When I landed on the other side I thought I caught my sleeve on the top of the fence. Nope. At the top, one of the links was bent outward into a hook shape. It entered my wrist and exited my palm. Adrenaline is a hell of a drug because I barely felt it. Probably should have gone to the hospital but my dumb ass just rinsed it off when I got home and put a bandaid on it. Now I have a long scar running down my wrist where it entered and ripped. A small exit hole near my palm.
Oh boy! ER Nurse at a busy urban trauma center
The one I’ll never forget was self inflicted GSW to head. He pulled the trigger with the gun pointed to his temple. Bullet somehow immediately took a turn downward and exited through his jaw on his opposite side.
Came in by EMS alert and neuro totally intact. I heard he even walked out of the hospital on his own when he was discharged
Saw a guy who cut his finger mostly off and it was dangling. Went to the hospital with him to make sure he was ok. They couldn’t save the finger. They described as trying to put a mash potato back together. 😭
Was getting a lube oil filter on my car, shops waiting room has a big window that looked out on the service bay.
Something happened, one of the cars was somehow in gear, lurched forward and pinned a tech up against a cement wall, breaking both his legs.
It was a whole scene!
They tried to get me to drive up the lift once, I noped right off. I’m not liable for driving over a gaping hole in the ground and fucking it up.
Two guys I played rugby with collided in a game.
One dude got a tooth knocked out, the other guy got it stuck in his forehead.
Like, stuck in his head, I tried to pull it out and couldn’t. So the guy who lost the tooth drove the other guy to the hospital to get his tooth back so he could take it with him to a dentist.
…and what happened with the tooth guy?? Did he get it back?? That’s wild
Worst rugby injury I saw firsthand was a woman taking a hard hit to her shin and her tibia shattered. Her lower leg sagged at a very unnatural angle as she screamed and then passed out from the pain. Multiple players on the field vomited at the sight.
College women’s rugby is an insanely brutal sport.
The skill disparity is just waaaaay to high. Like, I saw a guy’s scrum half get his arm snapped like a twig by a prop who put maybe 30% into the tackle. But that was more a fluke than anything.
But there were women who could hold their own with the guys in full speed scrimmages who would just go out there and destroy everyone. In a women’s game one single player can be the strongest, fastest, most agile, and have the most endurance of anyone on the field. For Men’s it’s rare for someone to get two of those.
It’s like doing a pickup basketball game full of 50 year old dudes at the YMCA, but also Shaq is there. The only thing that matters is which team Shaq is on.
Just 80 minutes of highlight reel every game. It’s why I always legitimately like watching the women’s game more. I wanna see 5 stuff arms in a row then a 50 meter break that ends intentionally veering into the fullback for a sixth stiffarm.
Yeah, I didn’t realize it as I was playing, but that was the first time playing a full contact sport for most of my teammates. And let’s just say some were using rugby as an alternative to therapy. Woo, there were some intense people playing. Excellent and unhinged athletes.
My brother and I were riding bikes in the driveway when my dad asked if he could ride too.
He took over and then fell over. He got up and said he needed to go to the hospital while showing us his pinky finger. I kid you not, his finger was at an almost perfect right angle.
My dad liked playing pranks on us and we thought he was pulling a joke on us, but he was not…
I’ve never seen an injury quite like that one.
Probably the mark I have on my arm. It’s nothing spectacular, scars happen all the time… until you realize mine is in bruise form. Just a bruise chilling on my arm. I’m not even sure about the mechanism behind it. It doesn’t hurt and is just a mark, but people don’t realize scars aren’t just an exterior thing.
Well, honestly, probably one of two of my own. I’ve posted about both on lemmy before, but:
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When I was seven, I broke the radius and ulna in my right arm. This resulted in what the doctor called, IIRC, a “swan neck break.” I don’t know if it’s a widespread phrase - looking it up online returns a deformity rather than an injury. However, essentially my arm extended normally until maybe a third of the way up my forearm, then curved in a shallow U, then continued normally. I don’t really understand how it supported itself in that shape (other than very painfully), but it did. It was back in the nineties and, as mentioned, I was seven; so there are no pictures and my memory of the event may be exaggerating how dramatic the curve was. This mostly no longer has an impact on my life, but if I run my finger down the side of my arm now, around thirty years later, I can still feel where it broke and pressing on the spot causes tingles further down my arm. Also, fun fact: the doctor who treated my arm called me a crybaby.
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The other one was much more recent, three years ago. I slipped on some ice on my front porch and broke my ankle. Because I have a history of joint dislocations and the foot was pointed ninety degrees to the right, I thought it was just dislocated, not broken. I twisted it back to the correct orientation and tried to stand on it … Twice. I told the EMT’s that and I guess the story got around, because once I got to the ER, every single member of staff with whom I interacted asked me some form of “did you really do that?!” The doctor who treated me for this had a much better bedside manner than the one who did my arm, but apparently messed up the repair, according to my current orthopedic doctor, so I’m still enjoying the impact to this day.
Dude, I’ve broken my ankle just by stepping off a 1" ledge wrong. It sucks. I bet yours sucked a lot more.
That’s okay - there’s no need for it to be a competition! I’m sorry you broke your ankle. Did it heal okay? What was your recovery process like?
I remember, as I was waiting for the EMT’s, I thought to myself “this isn’t so bad - eventually it will be over.” It isn’t yet and sometimes that depresses me, but maybe someday it still will be.
As they were rolling me to the OR, I remember one of the nurses said approximately “I broke both of my ankles a few years ago. In six months you won’t even think about it.” Her bedside manner was good, but she was wrong, heh.
Thank you for the empathy!
edit: OR, not ER.
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While I would have seen my siblings broken arm, I was too young to remember it.
I do remember them stepping on that rusty nail and having to get tetanus shots!
I’ve been diced up by various cats, but all those wounds were very surface level.
