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4 minutes ago, Mr. Silly said:

Are you asking because you are interested in trying it and you're looking for advice?  Or are you asking because you have a story you'd like to share?

I already shared the story. Just wondering who else did some decent blood letting out in the nature.

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I got hit by a rock thrown by a mower as I was driving my convertible down the road. I managed to stay somewhat in control of the car. The guy mowing his rocks grabbed a towel and had me hold it tight against my head. The rock hit me between my eye and my ear. He drove me to the ER to get stitched up. There was blood splattered all over the windshield, steering wheel and door. To look at the car you would think someone died in it.

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5 minutes ago, Mr. Silly said:

I went looking for it.  That looked pretty hecking nasty.  I am glad you're OK.  Did it hurt the next day?

It knocked me down for two days.  I went out yesterday and just riding on the street is difficult.  

My left hand in sprained in addition to the lacerated right elbow.  This makes handlebar contact a difficult proposition.

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Not as bad as your injury, but I cut my finger by the nail once cutting an apple.  You wouldn't think that would be too bad, but it wouldn't stop bleeding even when I tried all the usual tricks.  I eventually went to the ER because I couldn't get it to stop bleeding and it was getting scary.

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Yeah once.  In the Army on a PT run and it was about 38 degrees and raining.  My glasses were wet and steamed up and I plowed into a light pole at a full sprint.

The corner of the light pole split my forehead above my eye.  The drill sergeants pulled me out of formation in the company area and I went to the bathroom and blood was gushing out of my head with each heart beat.  It was gnarly.

Responded to a bad traffic collision and had a person bleed out due to arterial bleeding before paramedics could get there.  That was gnarlier.

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Yes, probably on more than one occasion, but the one that comes to mind is the time I lost a fingertip.

Flashback to the late 1960's.  Mom drove a big Oldsmobile sedan.  We were about to go to 7-Eleven for slurpees with our next door neighbors, the Sloans.   I four years old and was standing on the drivers side of the car.  The back door was open and I was playing with the hinge, probably drawing in the grease.  Jill Sloan got in the back seat from the passenger side and shut the back door on the drivers side, catching my finger in the door.  I pulled my finger out and began to scream.  

Mom came out, saw me gushing blood, wrapped my hand in a towel and rushed me to Dr. Roundtree's office.  They knew me well as I was an accident prone kid.  Once they got me settled down and got my hand unwrapped. the doc asked my mom where my fingertip was.  Mrs. Sloan and my brother rushed home and found it on the garage floor, put it on ice and rushed it back to the dr. office.  

He sewed it back on and it worked, but for a week or so, they were not sure it was going to take.  Mom said my finger turned black and swelled up and smelled horrible.  I had to soak my hand in epsom salt and water every day as I recall. 

 

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6 minutes ago, jsharr said:

Yes, probably on more than one occasion, but the one that comes to mind is the time I lost a fingertip.

Flashback to the late 1960's.  Mom drove a big Oldsmobile sedan.  We were about to go to 7-Eleven for slurpees with our next door neighbors, the Sloans.   I four years old and was standing on the drivers side of the car.  The back door was open and I was playing with the hinge, probably drawing in the grease.  Jill Sloan got in the back seat from the passenger side and shut the back door on the drivers side, catching my finger in the door.  I pulled my finger out and began to scream.  

Mom came out, saw me gushing blood, wrapped my hand in a towel and rushed me to Dr. Roundtree's office.  They knew me well as I was an accident prone kid.  Once they got me settled down and got my hand unwrapped. the doc asked my mom where my fingertip was.  Mrs. Sloan and my brother rushed home and found it on the garage floor, put it on ice and rushed it back to the dr. office.  

He sewed it back on and it worked, but for a week or so, they were not sure it was going to take.  Mom said my finger turned black and swelled up and smelled horrible.  I had to soak my hand in epsom salt and water every day as I recall. 

 

Holy Crap. This is gnarly.

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47 minutes ago, jsharr said:

the Sloans

Did you know 'sloan' is Russian for 'elephant'

48 minutes ago, jsharr said:

Jill Sloan

Did you ever call her 'Jill Elephant'?  You could have crushed any self esteem she may have had.

50 minutes ago, jsharr said:

Mrs. Sloan

That would be Mrs. Elephant.

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8 hours ago, Longjohn said:

I got hit by a rock thrown by a mower as I was driving my convertible down the road. I managed to stay somewhat in control of the car. The guy mowing his rocks grabbed a towel and had me hold it tight against my head. The rock hit me between my eye and my ear. He drove me to the ER to get stitched up. There was blood splattered all over the windshield, steering wheel and door. To look at the car you would think someone died in it.


I was riding my bike and nearly got hit by a large rock from some asshole mowing his driveway on the other side of the road. 

 

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1 hour ago, jsharr said:

The story of biting a hole through my tongue is a bit gory as well.

Did that when I was about 5, riding a sled down the ice covered side walk in front of the house. Neighbor had cleared all the ice, sled stopped dead, I slammed my chin into the concrete and damn near chopped off the tip of my tongue. A few stitches and all was well.

My poor mother..... 

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12 minutes ago, Further said:

Did that when I was about 5, riding a sled down the ice covered side walk in front of the house. Neighbor had cleared all the ice, sled stopped dead, I slammed my chin into the concrete and damn near chopped off the tip of my tongue. A few stitches and all was well.

My poor mother..... 

I had a similar incident at a similar age.  Wiped out on my bike and was knocked out and I hear I bled a lot while my dad drove me to the hospital.

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Eating in a Mexican restaurant, between the chips and salsa I got a huge blood blister on the inside of my cheek. Just as I passed through the door leaving that sucker burst.

I spewed blood like a vampire coming off a 2 week binge.

I'm fairly certain a few arriving diners turned back to their cars.

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8 hours ago, Airehead said:

No but I have seen other people's gushing wounds. 

No I haven't seen other gushing wounds.

I hope I never get one ...to even talk about it.

If you ever had a concussion and cannot even walk due to balance problems during first few days..or wk. or do any housework for 2 months, the seriousness is on par with a gushing wound.

I am working with another employee where she is my internal client/subject matter specialist.  She had a concussion and her vision has been affected. I occasionally see her eyes cross abit.  She has to go for vision therapy.  (I feel so thankful, my vision was never affected..though I was unconscious for 3 hrs. after the collision.)  She's gradually easing back into work, by going part-time first.

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33 minutes ago, shootingstar said:

If you ever had a concussion and cannot even walk due to balance problems during first few days..or wk. or do any housework for 2 months, the seriousness is on par with a gushing wound.

Hogwash, people get knocked out cold on tv all the time, and they are always fine!

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I’ve had to have stitches a couple times. The worst was when I was working at a grocery store on the overnight stocking crew. It was near time for our lunch break. My blade on my boxcutter was getting dull. Spare blades were near the lunch room so I figured I would just change at the break as it was a walk across the store and back. 

No sooner had I decided that, than my boxcutter jumped against a can inside and tried to filet my palm! It took a second, but then the blood started pouring out. Luckily the guy working the next aisle wife was a nurse so he had learned good first aid skills from her. We got compression on it with clean towels and off to the ER. I had to wait in line for 2 guys from the meat packing plant also with wounds and a Code Blue that took the ER staff before it was my turn. By then my right hand was cramping from holding compression that long. 

I received 14 stitches. I got a couple hours of sleep then had to drive 8 hours to a family reunion. That was a real joy when the painkiller wore off. The car had no power steering! 

I still have the scar and the nerves in that spot have a weird sense of touch over 30 years after the incident. 

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You can get a small cut in a place that really pumps it out at a lot of places on your body.

On November 22, 1963, when I was in the 8th grade at Catholic school recess, I pushed my friend Charles down to the ground - playfully.  He saw a clothespin near him, picked it up, and threw it at me - playfully. It hit me in the forehead, caused a small cut, and amazingly blood just poured and poured.  I'd probably have forgotten the incident by now except that what happened later that day burned the whole day into my memory.

It didn't hurt much and I wasn't too bothered by it, so I put pressure on the cut with my hand and Charles walked me get to the nurses station where Sister Morita, our Principal, cleaned me up and dressed the tiny cut.

"Michael," she said, "Who did this to you?"

Charles said, "Uh, that was me, Sister."

I interjected, "But we were just playing. He didn't mean for this to happen."

Sister Morita let Charles and me off with a warning against rough play.

Soon after, we were back in class and Sister Morita walked in, said something to Sister Marie Aloysius, our teacher, and Aloysius collapsed in her chair.

Charles and I looked at each other and wondered if we were in trouble after all.  But that wasn't the case.

Sister Morita turned to us and said, "President Kennedy has been shot in Dallas..."

That's why I remember the day.

 

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