So, Magna getting hit by a car(poor guy D=) got me thinking... He's not the only one to have experienced some nasty injuries along the way... So let's make a thread for those injuries that were nasty, or the worst you've ever gotten. Got some funny little stories? Hell, it doesn't even have to be just an injury you got either.

For me...? Well, I've gotten a few, but probably the most major would be...

I stepped on a piece of glass, somehow, I'm not sure how really. It was very late, and I was up to get a drink of water, or something. I got into the bathroom, and I saw my big toe sliced wide open, bleeding all over the damn place. I didn't even realize I had cut it until I saw it.

I went into the emergency room the next day...

I had to get seven stitches. SEVEN, on a toe. I got a cute, little toe cast too, and escaped Gym duty for two weeks. Ah, good times.

As far as others... Well, a rather comical situation happened to a friend of mine. See, she found out her boyfriend cheated on her. She got very angry, needless to say. So she was going to take it out on his car. We were at his(and his friends) house, and there was his car. He was away, somewhere.

She was going to throw a rock at it, but she's not the type to destroy things really. So, she decided to opt for something less damaging, but still a big 'fuck you'. She kicked it as hard as she could, square in the bumper.

She and I ended up going to the hospital because of a hairline crack running through her ankle bone. DX

Anyway, let's here it. What injury stories have you got to share with us?

I swam into a wall and broke my nose once.

I also mashed up my finger in a pair of wrought iron gates, spent 12 hours in hospital, and got microstitches and a big, swollen, purple, bandaged finger. And a sling for a few weeks. =D

Writing hand too. <:

At the moment, the only injuries I have are from various fights, nicks, scratches, bruises...

When I was like, 3 or 4, something like that anyway, I was helping my dad repaint some of the rooms in our home. Long story short, he left the room to use the bathroom or something and I drunk some of the paint thinners. Intelligent as always, eh? So yes, I had to go to a hospital for a while and I'm not exactly sure how long it took but eventually I was 'cured'. God, I was a retard...

When I was 4, I accidentally bit the tip of my left index finger off. My grandmother asked me to get her a pan, so I grabbed one and ran back, with my left finger in my mouth (Little kids suck on fingers) Her cats had spilled some water before that wasn't cleaned up, and I just so happened to slip and fall in it when my finger was in my mouth. I'll leave the morbid details to your imaginations.

Ooh! Let me crack out my list... This might rather out of order.

Probably my worst injury was when I was 7. We had just gotten home from a soccer game, so the car had JUST been turned off. I was chasing my dog around and holding his tail while he walked around the drive way. He was a small dog, so when he walked under the car muffler, he wasn't burned, but my arm wasn't so lucky. I got 2nd and 3rd degree burns basically from the base of my thumb to about 2/3rds of the way down my forearm. They were so bad that I had singed my nerve tips, so I couldn't feel anything on the scar. It still feels weird to touch it today.

I spent my first Christmas, 6 months old, in the emergency room because I was sick. They tried to give me penicillin, but it turned out that I was allergic and gave me really bad hives, so it really just made everything worse. My parents said there was a chance I would have died. :P

When I was two, I ate a poisonous mushroom, and had to go to the hospital and get my stomach pumped and a liver test. I was fine though.

I got hit with a golfball when I was 5 right next to my eye. I was lucky that it wasn't right in my eye, it hit the bone next to it. Still have a scar.

Also hit my eyebrow on a desk when I was about 1 1/2, hair doesn't grow on the scar.

When I was about 10, I had a discoloration removed from the bottom of my left foot. The doctor said that it wasn't malignant, but it might turn cancerous if left unchecked, so we went through with it. They did this little punch thing, and I got stitches and stuff, and it was all fine. 2 weeks later, I go back to get them removed, and guess what? Turns out the skin had healed OVER THE STITCHES. They had GROWN DOWN into my foot. So they had to cut my newly-healed wound open again and DIG out the stitches. WITH TWEEZERS. IN MY FOOT. Yeah.

Lastly, some more foot gore. When I was 12, I was running in Wal-Mart to the magazines and tripped. I was wearing sandals without the thong, you know, with the flap that runs over the top of the foot? They were Nike, and pretty flexible and easy to bend. Yeah, so I tripped. I was like, "Oh, okay, whatever," and walked over to the magazines and sat down.

Then I saw the blood everywhere. All over my hand, my foot, and the floor. It was just bubbling up from my toenail. And then it started to hurt. So I limped over to the cashier, and some employees took me to the women's restroom to clean up (yeah w/e I was 12 and they were all women). They called my mom up and we left to go to the emergency clinic. Turns out that when I tripped, the front of the sandal bent under and took my foot with it, tearing my right big toenail from the root. Tailer, you think stitches on the toe is bad? How about 12 numbing shots in the toe? It didn't start to work until the 10th, so they just kept pumping my toe with them. Anyway, they tore off the toenail, cleaned it up, and stitched it back on so that the new toenail would be protected. Needless to say, my toenail looks weird. It has like ridges in the center, but whatever.

Strangely, I have never broken a bone. Hah.

Good lord, Slifer. I cringed at like all of those. My toe hurts just thinking about twelve shots. ;_;. And Sabre, biting off a chunk of finger? Oh god! DX

I wind up falling, crashing, and all kinds of other things far too much. I never sustain too much injury, I guess I'm just lucky... There was one time I nearly lost my eye though...

We were playing around in the backyard, me and some friends. Final Fantasy or ninja turtles, I can't remember what... But it was me and the guys, we were like what, 10? I dunno... We were using 'weapons'. My dad made me an oak staff just like Donnatello *shot*

And then my other friend had some toy swords or some shit.

And then the other one had a big, yellow, rusted, metal pipe. Guess who got smacked with that pipe...? I got a deep gash like millimeters from my eye, I don't think I've ever bled so much in my life. Gawd, it was bad.

I also remember one of the first times I rode a bike... I was speeding down the trailer court street. I came to a part where they like gravel it up to prevent slips. Well, the slip-prevention failed. I fell, skidded across the ground on my knee, tore it wide open. It ended up being so scarred. Still scarred today.

I am very prone to falling a lot. Hah, one time I took a bike ramp, flew in the air on my little bike. I came back down. Fell...

Let's just say if I were a guy, I probably wouldn't ever be able to create children. XD

And then there was the time... Some jerkass stole my backpack, so I chased him down. It was the middle of winter, just after school. I was at a convenience store, the parking was very close to the building on the side. I ran, somehow slipped on the ice.

I shot into the brick building, ricocheted off of that, then slammed into some one's car, then into the ground. I have no freakin' idea how I managed that, but I did. God, that hurt.Then I had to go dumpster diving for my backpack...

I've been hit in the face with a number of basketballs, books, lockers, really anything...

I've fallen off swings, teeter-totters, sidewalks... You name it, I've fallen off or out of it. Cars included.

Oh... and then this other one I totally forgot about until just now... I was like 8. My sister and I were fighting over the tv tray, because we used it as sort of a drawing desk. (We lived in a trailer, so we made due!! D<) Well, we were pulling back and forth on it, I wanted it, and my sister tried to take it.

Pulling my hardest, and she let go of it!

It flew back, struck me in my front tooth, breaking it in half. Oh god, that hurt. No matter how many times I've tried to fix it, three times now, the cap hasn't stayed on... We think it died way back when, but eh.

And I'm sure there's a few others that'll come to me in time. At least it's always a riot when I'm around... Even if people are only laughing at me xD

Because I am immortal, the worst injury I got is the wound that happened when I had my wisdom teeth taken out.

...what?

Well, just reading some of the horrible things that happened here I don't really have anything to add. XD

Oh, and I tripped over on ashphalt while running once. Took a few months for the scar to go away. Apart from that, I haven't had much injuries.

Reminds me of the time I fell out of the bus.

School trip, we went to the bowling alley. It was raining pretty heavily outside. I got to the last step, slipped, fell out, onto the ground face first. Pretty sure I scraped up my chin and nose.

Man that hurt. XD

Lol, I totally forgot this one. When I was younger (3 or 4, something like that, not entirely sure) some relatives that lived in England were coming over to Ireland for a wedding. So the arrangements were that they could have the free room in our house and we would set up some of those folding beds for them. Sounds good right?

Well anyway, I was helping my mom set them up and had to use the bathroom, so yeah got that out of the way and totally forgot about the beds.I ran back into the room, head first, and hit my face on the bed. I broke my nose on a fold up bed. How incredibly stupid am I? I'm not sure if I got a cast or anything, since it was ages ago, but I do remember that it freaking hurt like hell. Haha, I was a stupid lil kid.

Paladin feels like sharing his many (stupid and amusing) injuries.

When I was a toddler, my brother smashed my head into a steel pipe, I still have the scar from the stitches above one of my eyes. I can never remember which. Funny bit is, someone pointed it out to me, because I didn't even remember.

A year or two after that, I fell backwards down a flight of stairs. That hurt. A lot. When I was nine, I crashed my bike in an odd way (tire marks in the street - I was not the brightest kid) that caused my face to skid four or five feet in the gravel, causing a huge swelling on my left eye. Tore a lot of flesh off my left knee and right ribs too. I hit my head pretty bad, which I think, explains my terrible memory.

A few months after that, my mother was not paying attention and left the clothing iron on, I fell backwards (I do that a lot) into it, and burned off a good potion of the skin on my back. I refuse to ever go near one of those monsters again. A year or so later, I fell out of a hammock and scraped up a lot of my face.

Now, fast forward to fifteen year old Paladin, helping his best friend move stuff for his uncle. Again, involving stairs (damn stairs). I, by myself, am moving this big, heavy couch down the stairs, and tripped over one of my untied shoe-laces, and fell backwards down the stairs with the couch on me. That was fun.

That Christmas, I was cutting open an apple with a steak knife (Don't ask) and tore open my left middle finger. I had the thing cut almost to the bone. Needless to say, my grandmother realized something was wrong when profuse profanity was heard both in the basement, and in the attic, from the ground floor.

Now, as you can tell, I'm incredibly clumsy. So, I have a large of assortment of less interesting, but noticeable scars. Like my right foot, which got torn open by stepping on an ink pen. My left fore-arm which was ripped by a guy who clawed me (...Yeah). Various cuts, gashes, bruises, and other assorted statements of klutziness that I have yet to learn the origins of...and I saved the best for last.

Now, I love telling this story, and hate it at the same time. My friends still give me grief for it, but I think it's hilarious. I was fourteen, two weeks off from the start of Freshman Year, and taking my nightly shower (just wait). So, I attempt to turn around to grab some shampoo, and slip. Yeah. I slipped backwards, hit my head on the wall, fall backwards, and cut my ass when it broke the soap dish on my way down. Yes. I came to about three minutes later, sitting in the shower, with broken porcelain next to me, and my left ass cheek bleeding profusely. Now, I hope none of you have EVER had to have the conversation that leads to this emergency room visit. Fifteen god damn stitches in my ass. *FacePalm*. I'm an idiot.

So, yeah. I hoped I contributed to the thread in at least a comical fashion.

Like Spire, I was blessed with a natural grace and a god-like resilience that have allowed me to avoid injuries. I feel great sympathy for you mortals, however, as I read your stories. Ouch.

As a child, before I assumed my full invincibility at adolescence, I did manage to chip my incisors while riding my bicycle, so they're now the finest of space-age plastics. As hard as my face hit the pavement, I'm surprised I didn't break anything else.

Well, I'll do this in chronological order... Actually I'm surprised I missed this until now...

When I was 2 or something, I reached up to grab a coffee mug for some reason, not knowing it was full of boiling coffee. It fell and burnt my hand quite badly.

I broke finger playing tag when I was 9. I hit it on a table whilst running.

I broke the SAME finger getting rugby tackled when I was 12.

This one is the stupidest. I was 13 and had just finished watching an episode of Doctor Who. As I stood up, I stood on my left foot funny and the muscle twisted and pulled a bit of my bone off. However, my dad said it would be fine in a day or so. After a week of being off school. my dad decided to take me to hospital and then we discovered what happened. I was then off for six more weeks. All in all, I broke my foot trying to STAND UP.

Here's the big one that many of you know about. Hit by car. Got a badass metal leg though, but that's coming to a close ten days from now when I have my op to remove the metal.

I broke my foot doing a wrestling inspired stunt, where I'd flip off the trampoline. It twisted funny, and I managed to run back into the house, moaning in fear, without any pain. Then when I tried to get up, it hurt like hell. When we got an X-Ray, it was broken~

That's the only major injury I can think of.