I got a 2 inch long, 1 inch wide gash right in my shin a few months ago. <_<

 

Was fishing.. and we had to climb down this miniature cliff-like wall made of rocks to get to the riverbank. I was going to a different spot to fish, so I prepared to climb up the wall so I could move, and when I was half way up, all the rocks gave way and a huge rock nailed my shin. If my dad wasn't right by to catch me, I would have fallen into the river.. and I don't wanna know how that would have turned out.

 

Took 11 stitches and like 2 weeks to heal.. I was miserable. :P

 

Could've been a lot worse.. glad it wasn't.

 

I wish I still had my pictures of the cut, now it's just a big scar.

well i am 6ft 7and the ceiling is very low, lol

and it might not look it but it was about 1cm deep or so and wouldnt stop bleeding haha,

all god now though, after i got my stichers i went for a swin in the ocean to help it heal faster!

6 ft7? Jesus I am only 6 4. What's it like ducking through doors? I'm going to need to soon haha.

that didnt need stitches, not by a long shot. your soft, lol

 

ive had stitches 3 times, 2 of those from when i cracked my skull open (nearly fainted from blood loss both time) and when i sliced open the thin piece of skin between the thumb and the pointer finger, and could see all the muscle and crap underneath it. all pretty nasty, so much worse than a scrape from a ceiling fan...

well i am 6ft 7and the ceiling is very low, lol

and it might not look it but it was about 1cm deep or so and wouldnt stop bleeding haha,

all god now though, after i got my stichers i went for a swin in the ocean to help it heal faster!

 

Well I don't really see how it could be 1cm deep lol, that part of your wrist is pretty much just skin, bone and tendons...

 

I nearly had to get stiches when my upper lip got split open by a falling attic door, but I had the wound glued shut instead.

Heard a story from a mate who is a chippie of someone cutting their leg open and since they didn't want to write out incident report just stapled it shut.

Heard a story from a mate who is a chippie of someone cutting their leg open and since they didn't want to write out incident report just stapled it shut.

What a man. :thumbup:

*awards medal for act of stupidity resulting in small hand injury*

My left knee seems to enjoy getting cuts.

2001: I can't exactly remember how this worked out... but I got the damn thing messed up and some yellow chunk came out of the wound.

2004: tried to sit on the back of a bicycle (behind the seat). Naturally the grip wasn't there and I fell into a lot of rocks. Didn't notice the cut until I dusted knee itself.

2005: I actually fell while walking... Got a pretty wide but skindeep cut.

2007: A moron intentionally tackled me during a ball game. He got a small abraision on his elbow, I got the cut (healed now, but it can be seen on my knee after the skin healed). Keep in mind we were playing on rough ground, similar to what's on a road, only less pebbles and stuff.

 

By the way, why do you need stitches for such small wounds? Just wash it, put a plaster on it and look manly.

My wrist looks just as bad, but I got it that way from scratching it too much, or simply because it's dry.

My cut story? In 6th grade, my friend and I were helping out at a camp thingy, preparing crafts for little kids. One of the teachers asked us to cut some ribbons. I took the ribbon, my friend took the scissors. It wasn't a long piece of ribbon, so I cautiously told him, "Don't cut me don't cut me don't cut me." And there you go, he cut me. :wall:

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...

 

You know what freaks out kids :P? Sneeze in the sink of the restrooms with a bloody nose :twisted:

Heard a story from a mate who is a chippie of someone cutting their leg open and since they didn't want to write out incident report just stapled it shut.

What a man. :thumbup:

 

Australians. What more needs to be said. :)

and it might not look it but it was about 1cm deep or so and wouldnt stop bleeding haha

 

theres no way thats 1cm deep...

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...

 

You know what freaks out kids :P? Sneeze in the sink of the restrooms with a bloody nose :twisted:

Agreed. Except sneeze on the walls as well. Only around the sink though.

A frozen frisbee left a scar below my left eyeball

A bed post left a scar on my right eyebrow

A baseball bat left a scar above my right eyebrow

 

You'd think I was hardcore but all those accidents were pretty innocent :shame:

The skin on the sole of my foot was peeled completely off when my heel met with a roller chair. There was quite alot of blood on the carpet. :lol:

Nicely done, but doesn't look that bad.

I had to get 4 stitches in my hand a few days ago.

 

Somehow sliced it open while picking corn to feed some animals, and the cornstalk somehow cut into my hand, straight down to the bone. Made a cut that was 4.5" long, and I was bleeding profusely out of it. Almost cut the tendons in my pinky and ring finger too. My pants and sweater were covered in blood because of how profusely it bled.

Playing ice hockey, I hit some kid hard enough that his skate came up and caught the side of my forearm. Just barely cut through the entire layer of my skin, and managed to avoid everything else. Final damage was a cut 1/2 inch deep, 1 1/2 inch long, and it opened up to about 3/4 inch. Only needed 3 stitches. It was also right next to one of the major veins running through my forearm, so I had a couple seconds of panic when I realized I had a cut on my wrist. Thankfully there was barely any blood.

 

That's really the only lasting injury I've had from a sport, except for maybe a few of my fingers losing quite a bit of flexibility from getting jammed in rugby.

That looked like it hurt bad, but mabey not stiches needed. The only time I had stitches was when I was like 3 years old, I feel on a coffee table and cut the area right above my eye. I dont ever remember that though, but the scare makes me look a little bad [wagon] :twisted: