List one time, or multiple times, that you or a friend were so hopped up on adrenaline, you didn't even realize you were injured at first.
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My fingers were slammed in a car door once by accident. They car door shut *all the way* and there was a bad sound from my hand, but I kept saying that I was fine and nothing was wrong. In reality my index and middle finger were broken and I ended up having to get them fixed.
Also not my story, but my best friend sprained her wrist once and refused to go to the doctor because she said it was fine (it had been hurting for a month at least). She finally told her parents she needed to go and she was in a wrist brace for a good while.
Prob 10/11yo. Foot went through a wooden ladder rung. Go walking inside to tell Grandpa who starts yelling at to get off his rug. I stand there confused for a second before he says, "Look at your leg!" So, I look down and blood is pouring out of my outter calf. The two screws holding the ladder rung had torn two four-inch gashes in my leg, about an inch deep. Ran outside, rinsed it off with a garden hose and kept playing. Grandpa went to look at the ladder and said he found fatty tissue and possibly muscle embedded in the screws. He tells my mom and aunts, most of whims are nurses/pharmacists. They come out to get me to look at my leg, and sure enough, two clean gashes definitely into the muscle. They all agree it can't be stitched since it's a gash, not a cut. So they cover it in iodine, triple antibiotic ointment, and a large bandage. All the while amazed I'm not screaming bloody murder. Our best guess is the screws just tore through and damaged the nerve endings. Saddest part for me was not being able to swimming with my cousins after. After all...twas but a scratch.
I think we were going to a trampoline park... but anyways im excited to go so im runnin around getting ready, well i go to grab somethin idk what and i do a twirl... i imediatly felt a prick in my foot but thought nothin of it as it didnt hurt... fast forward and hour later all ready to go... my foot starts hurtin real bad when i walk so i ask my mom(nurse) to look at it... she grabs tweezers and pulls out an almost 2in long stick of wood... then stares at me...tis was just a scratch lol
child: hey mom, my foot kinda hurts can you look at it? mom: sure sweeitie let me see child:(lifts leg) mom:.........you good?
Was five and climbing a tree, fell from like 7 feet up. Somehow not hurt at all. One of my mom's friends who brought me and my siblings and her own kids to the park started to freak out. I got a scratch from the top of my chest down pass my belly button. I thought it was cool, so when my mom came to pick me up from the park, I immediately showed her the scratch and got my mom's friend in a little bit of trouble for not watching me carefully
I crashed my pickup head on into another car at night. I was so scared of going to jail, I pulled the entire metal fender and bumper out with brute strength and drove off. The next morning I looked at it and I could not move it an inch by hand. Adrenaline is a thing!
I got punched in the stomach and I coughed up blood. It was an accident; the guy was trying to hit his friends, and ended up hitting me as I walked past. The guy, his friend, and my sister began freaking out. Although it hurt like hell, I assured them I was fine as I spewed out blood. 'Tis but a scratch!
Didn't Houdini sure this way? He took a punch the the stomach which ruptured his appendix. He died of appendicitis a few days later.
Loved playing soccer as a kid. I think I went eight seasons until co-ed stopped and I didn’t want to join a gendered team. I was always goalie and sometimes defense, much to my mother’s dismay, as I had to wear glasses for depth issues/strong farsightedness and she was terrified of me getting hit in the face.
One time, I was on defense during a game, and kid who was very big for an eight year old was rushing right towards me with the ball. I start heading towards him to close the gap, and as soon as I’m close enough to take it, he kicks it like he’s aiming across the field. Right into my face. All I remember is feeling a really strong tingling on the left side over my eye and cheekbone and opening my eyes laying flat on my back. My glasses had broken and cut me across my cheek, and my eye was watery and blurry. My mom was freaking out and my coach pulled me out, but until the end of the game I was nagging to go back in. I was so antsy to get back out on the field, but he wouldn’t let me. Still remember being a little irked that just because I couldn’t see meant I couldn’t play, haha
When I was in the army, I had a pair of combat ready glasses. They were super ugly. Looked a bit like safety goggles, but it was a strap that held them in place. They work really well for sports too, as they won't break, and won't fall off. Just a though for future interest in playing
I was 13 y/o and left the beach lobster red. I thought I was fine. Next day I was claiming I was fine until the doctor said I had a second-degree burn. Wear sunscreen, y’all.
This one’s weak compared to the others but I fell out of my bunk bed as a kid, hit a couple things on the way down, and just got back up and was annoyed that everyone was so worried bc they heard the noise 😂
I fell out of a bunk bed when I was five. Hit chin first on the corner of my gloriously 70s orange dresser, went to the emergency room for stitches. ‘Twas not just a scratch. Oh, and while I was screaming and bleeding, my step brother wouldn’t stop complaining about the blood I got on his favorite T-shirt. Well, maybe your T-shirt should have been in the hamper and not on the floor, Stevie! 🙂
I have really low interoception so this happens to me a lot.
Random bruises appearing because I fell or ran into things but didn't care at the time,
Being covered in scratches from walking straight through a patch of greenbriar and barely feeling it,
Playfighting with my aunt's cats,
Getting bits of glass under my fingernails from picking at my screen protector,
Once in residential I had a meltdown and was informed afterwards they were going to punish me for unsafe behaviors. They pointed out a ~2×3cm patch of skin I'd scratched clean off my arm. I did not notice. The funny part of this story is I lose the ability to speak sometimes and was just getting my words back, so the best way I could think to argue my case was saying 'tis a mere flesh wound. Borrowing other people's words is easier.
This one time I was out on the town with my girlfriend (we were in our early twenties). We had decided to call it a night but taxis were scarce. We finally hailed one and he pulled up a few yards away. Two lads came out of nowhere and stole it! Not my finest hour, but I punched the taxi and that was that.
I woke up the next day and my hand was sore but I didn't say anything to anybody out of pure shame. The thing is, I was a football goalkeeper and we had a big match coming up at the weekend. So I played. I managed to keep a clean sheet (not concede a goal) and made a couple of decent saves into the bargain. I rested it and played again the week after, and again I didn't concede. After the third match, my hand wasn't getting any better so I went to the doctor who sent me for x-rays. It turns out that I had been making saves and keeping clean sheets with a broken hand!
I have never punched a taxi (or anything else) since then.
I was 12 and took a turn too sharp on my bike and crashed. Huge bloody scrape on my knee, I picked myself up and walked myself and my bike the 2 minutes home. I didn't think much of it, and my dad cleaned it up and bandaged it.
I couldn't walk properly for a week and a half, and a day afterwards some sticky Band-Aid residue got in the wound and I had to scrub it out (which took a while because of the pain of scrubbing a raw wound)
Also, in sixth grade I got hit in the head by a basketball on 4 separate occasions (all accidents...probably) and blacked out for a second the fourth time, I luckily didn't get any concussions
I was riding my electric scooter home from rock climbing, and I was going downhill at a spot I had never been before. It was too steep and the brakes couldn't slow the scooter down enough. I hit the emergency brake (the one on the back wheel you put your foot on) and the scooter fishtailed out from under me. The digital display on the handlebars said I was going about 17mph when I crashed. I rolled several yards and the scooter slid twice the distance. Had to walk a pretty far distance to the nearest road, and when I went to call my mom, I had no service. So I waited until a cop drove by, I waved him over and he drove me back home (I didn't want an ambulance because America). Turns out I had broken my toe and had my foot in a medical boot for two weeks. And I still had carried my scooter to the road with only minor pain.
One time, I was flattening boxes for my mom, and we had some boxes that had VERY sticky adhesive on it. I was trying to get it open, and eventually crushed it down. As I was getting the next box, I looked down and saw a prominent divet of skin that was ripped off my finger. I wasn't the worst injury I've had, but it hurt like crazy afterward.
When I was 11 my brother threw a spear at me and poked my eye out. I was just upset because all the blood was wrecking my favorite shirt.
Holy c**p. Same the thing happened to me. I kept the eye, the spear got me just an inch to the right. Bled like crazy, but I definitely cried like I lost the eye. Why were our brothers throwing spears at us anyways? Who does that?
I fell and needed a few stitches in my knee. When the stitches were removed, the next day I tripped in front of the workplace door. I asked my co-worker to bring me a band-aid as I hobbled to the bathroom. The same knee and the newly healed wound had opened up and there was visible fatty tissue in the blood and my colleague almost vomited. I was completely calm and ready to continue working, but I was taken to the hospital. There, my leg was numbed, the nurse rinsed my wound and at the same time scraped the sand off with a toothbrush. While waiting for stitches, I heard how a nurse wondered to another nurse how someone could be so calm. At no point did it hurt and I was ready to go back to work, but my boss sent me home. What? oh, but this is just a scratch.
When i was 20, I got into a bicycle accident. One that involved falling 30 ft down the side of a cliff. I don't actually remember the accident. But I remember waking up in a helicopter. Somebody was standing over me, and they were covered in blood. I said, oh my God, are you okay, can I help you? He looked at me surprised, and said "you're gonna be alright". I thought this was strange, as he was the one covered in blood. I blacked out again, and didn't wake up for several days. When i did, my jaw was wired shut, I was strapped to a bed, and in a fresh hell of pain. I had shattered my jaw and cheek bone, broken five ribs, lost half my teeth, damaged my left kidney, dislocated my shoulder and hip. I asked the nurse if the guy in the helicopter was okay. I said he was covered in blood. The nurse laughed. He told me, "that wasn't his blood". My brain was pretty fuzzy still. It took maybe another 30 minutes before I realized it was mine. FYI, laughing with broken ribs is not fun.
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