Well i threw my arms in the air as i normally do when i yawn/stretch, and there it was...waiting to slice.

and well, lucky the fan was blunt.

 

Delete please.

haha just got back from doctors lmao, 2 stiches on each cut :D

This is why I like vaulted ceilings... :rolleyes:

Let's just be greatful those won't metal blades.

Sitches for that little paper cut?

 

Pansy.

 

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Congratulations. =D>

Nicely done. I can usually grab and hold the moving blades of the ceiling fan. I've broken a couple doing that, though, so I don't anymore.

 

Never been sliced by one, though.

ouch.

I'm not gonna lie that looks incredibly soft

You have very freckle-y arms.

That isn't that much of a cut, to be honest. I'm surprised you're getting stitches for that.

That isn't that much of a cut, to be honest. I'm surprised you're getting stitches for that.

 

I've had worse. A friend was being an idiot as usual and threw a chunk of concrete in my direction. I thought he was going to miss, so I didn't move or flinch. BAM! It hit my elbow and blood started gushing out. When I went to the ER, they just scanned my elbow for fractures, gave me a tetanus shot, slapped Neosporin on my elbow, and wrapped it up with a single bandaid and told me to go home. My mom went to the same ER after a limb-cutting blade (for trees) hit her head after she lost grip over the pole. It put a nasty gash in her head, and they just slapped Neosporin on her head and told her to go home. Then again, they were probably just being lazy bastards.

I'm 6 ft 4 and do this a few times a week

I'm 6 ft 4 and do this a few times a week

I've lost count of the number of times I've hit my head on things or my stretching arms. Being 6'4" is not fun sometimes.

Almost completely off-topic quote from "Things I've Learned From My Children", an old parenting joke list that's been on the internet a long while:

 

4. If you hook a dog leash over a ceiling fan, the motor is not strong enough to rotate a 42 pound boy wearing batman underwear and a superman cape.

 

5. It is strong enough however to spread paint on all four walls of a 20 by 20 foot room.

 

6. Baseballs make marks on ceilings.

 

7. You should not throw baseballs up when the ceiling fan is on.

 

8. When using the ceiling fan as a bat you have to throw the ball up a few times before you get a hit.

 

9. A ceiling fan can hit a baseball a long way.

 

10. The glass in windows (even double pane) doesnt stop a baseball hit by a ceiling fan.

I can imagine that stung pretty badly for a bit, but I think getting stitches for that is a bit overkill.

 

And lol @ Poke :P

Such small cuts and you get stiches for that? I don't even go out of my way for small cuts like that, just going to the hospital for that is overkill.

You went to the hospital for that?

 

What is the world coming to when people go to the hospital for small scratches like that? I didn't even go when my cat practically sliced open part of my finger.

Gory viral video or it didn't happen :)

 

I once stapled my hand to the inner part of my thigh.

Sounds like it hurt, but the cuts don't look *that* bad :P I don't really have any fun cut stories. I guess the best one I have is cutting my thumb on a spiky belt like 5 years ago. I still have a scar :D

Those would heal in like a week or 2 anyway, why the stitches. You must have really low ceilings.

Those would heal in like a week or 2 anyway, why the stitches. You must have really low ceilings.

Yeah, the cuts dont look that bad. Or, Ouchy, he could be really tall ?

I guess we can share our cut stories, so I'll share one of mine.

 

In my old, spacious fourth grade classroom there was a loft in one of the back corners where we would hang out during free periods. There was also an old submarine periscope in the loft that had been setup to see above the roof which was held its spot in the center of the loft. One day I was in the loft, roughhousing with a friend, when i tripped and nicked my head right on one of the many metal rings which rested around the periscope, and happened to hit the only one that was chipped. I fell down, and when I raised my head back up I was immediately blinded by my blood, not even realizing I had been cut until then. My fourth grade teacher somehow managed to carry me while climbing down the loft and drove me to the hospital himself. By this point I was still bleeding profusely, becoming very lightheaded, and bleeding all over my teachers minivan (my teacher was a man). I got urgent treatment and got my cut glued together with some strange liquid stitching that stayed there for around a month. The only thing to remind me of the cut now is a bald spot extends diagonally about three millimeters wide on my left eyebrow. Since I last checked there is also a stained trail of blood going to the door in the classroom.

I guess we can share our cut stories, so I'll share one of mine.

 

In my old, spacious fourth grade classroom there was a loft in one of the back corners where we would hang out during free periods. There was also an old submarine periscope in the loft that had been setup to see above the roof which was held its spot in the center of the loft. One day I was in the loft, roughhousing with a friend, when i tripped and nicked my head right on one of the many metal rings which rested around the periscope, and happened to hit the only one that was chipped. I fell down, and when I raised my head back up I was immediately blinded by my blood, not even realizing I had been cut until then. My fourth grade teacher somehow managed to carry me while climbing down the loft and drove me to the hospital himself. By this point I was still bleeding profusely, becoming very lightheaded, and bleeding all over my teachers minivan (my teacher was a man). I got urgent treatment and got my cut glued together with some strange liquid stitching that stayed there for around a month. The only thing to remind me of the cut now is a bald spot extends diagonally about three millimeters wide on my left eyebrow. Since I last checked there is also a stained trail of blood going to the door in the classroom.

 

That's even more brutal than when my friend hurled a chunk of concrete at me. :thumbup: That surgical glue is fun.

 

Anyway, I bet kids freak out a little bit when they see the blood stains coming from his classroom...