The "Stupidly Self-Inflicted Injury" thread.

Welp, I decided to play a game called CORNHOLE!! This game involves no running, walking or moving pretty much. I managed to get drunk on my own part and started running toward the other team. At this time I was running full speed and rolled my ankle. All I heard was a SNAP, and before I knew it I was on the FLOOR!!
Drinking and Playing Games, maybe not such a good idea.
 
This thread is right up my alley. I was a sort of a daredevil kid which transcended into motocross as a support rider for a few years so here goes some of my highlights:

On a dare rode a bike down the hill we lived on with my hands tied behind my back, not too steep long flat stretch at bottom, only problem bike had hand brakes, broke wrist and elbow.

While test riding decided to jump over a trailer to scare the people inside, failed to tell anyone and they raised the awning at the same time on the other side, ouch broke foot had to cut off a $300 pair of boots.

Once decided to car surf on an older race track, only massive road rash from that one slide right off damn turtle wax.

Had surgery and they had hung a bag of blood for a transfusion, told me not to play around, got up and picked up the cane I had to help me walk and punctured the bag, blood went everywhere including all over me looked like a murder scene, Needless to say the nurses were not to happy with me, believe they used the word restraints several times in one sentence.

Replacing an old worn out ball joint on a 66 El camino with a impact hammer put the damn chisel blade right thru my wrist. Stupid me holding the control arm and impact hammer at the same time was just an epic fail waiting to happen

Oh and the most painful and stupid one was my first marriage, that truly was self inflicted.
 
When I was in High School I used to help out a friend that owned a whole bunch of laundromats.
Not just stocking the cash changers and emptying the money bins, but actually repairing the equipment.
Being an industrial gas user he had unodorized natural gas piped into the business.
And one night I was working on an industrial dryer replacing a burner assembly. I should have known better and gone out to the truck to get the set of bronze "no spark" tools, but NO, I had to be the lazy know it all.
So of course there was a pool of unburned gas in there. I had both hands inside when there was a flash and a whoosh. Didn't feel a thing but when I pulled my hands out it looked like I had a pair of gloves on and they had fallen half off. That was my skin. One hand was still on fire in a couple of spots.
Took six months to fully recover and it was two years before all the feeling returned to most of the backs of my hands. I was lucky not to require any skin grafts.
I'll never take a short cut again.
 
bigaizsosexy said:
Welp, I decided to play a game called CORNHOLE!! This game involves no running, walking or moving pretty much. I managed to get drunk on my own part and started running toward the other team. At this time I was running full speed and rolled my ankle. All I heard was a SNAP, and before I knew it I was on the FLOOR!!
Drinking and Playing Games, maybe not such a good idea.
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Isn't that what drinking games are for? :laughing:
 
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