Stupidest injury

A friend's crewman tried to fix his washing line while balancing on a kitchen stool. He fell off, it flipped and a leg 'disapppeared from the sunlight' if you get my drift. He was nicknamed 'dead ringer' from then on.

Funny, so many of these posts make you wince.
 
As tested when I was using a stanley knife - I actually remember thinking that the way I was using ithe Stanley wasn't very sensible as it could easily slip and slice deeply into my finger - but decided to risk it. I was proved right :eek: Still got that scar :rolleyes:

I was just going to type that one.

Damn, that means there's TWO of us idiots out there.
 
Working on a building site (as an engineer) whilst at university, 7.30 am and I set out to mark up the days ground work with a can of Yellow spray paint. Droped the can accidentialy on some compacted gravel, it took about 1 second for the punctured can to cover me head to foot in yellow paint, and 1.5 Hours for the nearest shop with white spirit to open, then about 2 hours to clean it all off, the rest of the summer holidays to live it down.
 
A friend of mine was" wiping " a lead joint with a blowlamp and took the blowlamp away to view the work and trained it on his fathers ear who was working beside him. His father said he thought someone was talking about him.

drinking coffee at my work computer when I read this one! Result, coffee sprayed all over desk top, notes and screen at the spontaneous guffaw.

My memorable incident dates back to when I was about 6 years old. My dad was in the 'grey funnel line' and had just returned (or was about to go out) on his ship, a submarine depot ship called i beleive HMs Tyne. Anyway, we were paying a family visit, and I still remember thinking what a good idea it would be to run backwards across the deck. Result, fell down a companion way hatch and landed on the steel deck below. I can still see the shocked look on the face of a matelot as I whizzed past him! I must have been made of rubber then, as no injuries incurred, but cannot imagine the hell my mother must have gone through when she saw me disappear through that hatch.
(This is a marvellous thread by the way! Congrats to the original poster)
 
I was just going to type that one.

Damn, that means there's TWO of us idiots out there.

Another one to add to mine above!

I did also slip at work with a Stanley knife, it hit the end of my thumb square on and across behind the nail, still have the scar after it split my thumb about 15mm deep. Was "interesting" seeing inside the thumb! :eek:

I have more... :o
 
Injury to pride....

I was about 8 therfore early 50's. I'd been playing footy at the nearest rec'.
I got taken short.... not the sort you can go hide behind a small bush.
I asked politely at the nearest houses if I could use their loo... they all said no! ??
I made my way the half mile or more along the road towards home but didn't make it.!!
 
I was on exercise on some Godforsaken army training area when I got caught short and headed towards the nearest place to 'ease springs'.

The 50,000 volts racing up my pride and joy as I was in mid flow taught me always check a fence to make sure it isn't wired to discourage wandering sheep.
 
Injury to pride....

I was about 8 therfore early 50's. I'd been playing footy at the nearest rec'.
I got taken short.... not the sort you can go hide behind a small bush.
I asked politely at the nearest houses if I could use their loo... they all said no! ??
I made my way the half mile or more along the road towards home but didn't make it.!!

I feel another thread coming up.....awkward places to get caught short
 
This time I was not the victim,but my then Fiancee,who I was about to marry in 2 days.
She was moving stuff from her house ,and wanted to shift a small mdf type bookcase,so she put her hands under the top and lifted. The top came off its dowels and smacked her straight in the face. Broken nose & 2 shiners!!!
Our wedding photos are interesting!!

Jeeze! I've heard some excuses in my time!!
 
Single handed on flybridge cruiser coming alongside pontoon .. tripped on way down flybridge ladder..stood up in cockpit as she tipped pontoon a little hard ..fell over again.. got up and over the side onto pontoon..gap too wide so stuck with one leg on boat and one on pontoon ... gravity won.Of course there was an audience
 
Stupidest Injury

Friday - bought a mandolin* for beautiful slicing in the kitchen.

Saturday - using it with friends around the kitchen table, explaining to friends that this tool was too dangerous for the delicate hands of my wife.

Multi-tasking clearly not so hot, as I sliced the top right off my finger, with loads of impressive blood. Hoots of laughter initially, as everyone thought I was kidding.

Wife dumped mandolin in trash. (I still think we should have one...)

*Mandolin - super device for slicing vegetables, works with long angled blade, usually with a guard/guide only used by wimps.
 
And I suppose you have never fallen off your trapeze?

Only when the bit of kevlar string spontaneously broke. Oh, and when the entire boat pitchpoled in waves. And when the daggerboard touched bottom a bit hard. And when ........

I also used to have an unfortunate habit of using a screwdriver to prise something, thinking "I shouldn't have my other hand in the line of fire." Then, well, you can guess.

The nearest I came to doing myself some serious damage was when crewing in a regatta on a friend's Oceanis. On the tacks, I pulled in as much jib sheet as I could by hand. Then when I felt resistance I gave it one final tug, would it on the winch and winched in the last bit. Until the very last tack when the clew of the sail caught on the baby stay. One final tug and 2 or 3 metres of slack rope came rushing towards me. Staggered back, backflip down the companionway. Very ouch.

All right, Major. So I'm just as dangerous as the rest of you.
 
Only when the bit of kevlar string spontaneously broke. Oh, and when the entire boat pitchpoled in waves. And when the daggerboard touched bottom a bit hard. And when ........

I also used to have an unfortunate habit of using a screwdriver to prise something, thinking "I shouldn't have my other hand in the line of fire." Then, well, you can guess.

The nearest I came to doing myself some serious damage was when crewing in a regatta on a friend's Oceanis. On the tacks, I pulled in as much jib sheet as I could by hand. Then when I felt resistance I gave it one final tug, would it on the winch and winched in the last bit. Until the very last tack when the clew of the sail caught on the baby stay. One final tug and 2 or 3 metres of slack rope came rushing towards me. Staggered back, backflip down the companionway. Very ouch.

All right, Major. So I'm just as dangerous as the rest of you.

I am sooo disappointed. I imagined a reply which included the smell of greasepaint, high wires and clowns.
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Broke my upper arm by stepping between the finger pontoon and the yacht. To stop myself falling in the water I threw my arm out and the life line went into my shoulder breaking my fall, but also breaking the ball off the end on the bone.

No, I wasn't drunk, but I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing.
 
Don't know if this is strictly stupid, but lots of effect from next to nothing. Driving a truck load of live crab and frozen bait, a box fell off. Pulled over, and while I waited to cross the road a motorist, so incensed that he'd had to stop (in a slow moving queue anyway) threw the box over the hedge, glared at me and carried on. I jumped up the hedge, didn't quite make it to the top, and stepped back down. One foot went inside a loop of bramble, and I heard the bang as the bones broke. Lying on my back, swearing, on the cycle track, traffic passing, truck still ticking over, no-one stopped. Hospital with MIU a hundred yards away, I'll have to crawl there. A cyclist stopped, we had a look and couldn't see anything wrong, but when I put the boot back on my heel went up the back of my leg. He got a car to stop and take me to the MIU. Not just a broken ankle, Tibia split from in the joint, up and out the back, plus several other bits. Six months and 20k later I got back on the boat. All from a bramble.

Very different, and, I suppose, stupid. Spinal injury Association records an instance of a paraplegic who took a hot roasting pan from the oven and rested it on his knees.
 
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