Ouch I hate it when that happens!

Owwwwwwww!!!!!! Fingertips are so sensitive. My most recent self-inflicted injury is quite pain-free...I think I squashed one of the nerves in my thumb while sawing up the old fence rails into small enough pieces to put out for the trash, and now there's an annoying spot on the top of my thumb from the knuckle to the base of my fingernail that varies between numb and tingly (that feeling you get when you put your foot to sleep and it starts to wake up, but not quite so strong as that...it isn't painful, just odd feeling). I only notice when writing, because my pen rests there. But, I have hope that it's repairing itself since I do have feeling returned now between the first and second knuckle, which was also numb and tingly for a few days. This is all because the darn trigger was so hard to squeeze (which I suppose is meant to be a good thing so I didn't accidentally cut off a finger with too sensitive of a trigger) that I ended up pressing the base of my thumb really hard into the back of the handle grip to sort of make a fist to squeeze the trigger with my index finger. I guess men have a more developed grip for such things than women do. :uhh:

I should sue...there's nothing in the instructions anywhere about causing nerve damage from holding it too tight! :grumpy:

 

Hmm... I tend not to hurt myself...

 

Others usually do it for you?

 

Grabbing onto an uninsulated spark plug just before my friend turned the engine over was quite funny.

Falling off my bike and hitting my unprotected head on a brick would have been funny if the remaining 18 hours hadn't been spent in A&E, drifting in and out of consciousness. I always wore a bike helmet after that, and actually ended up splitting one in half when the top tube landed on the top of my head following a pear-shaped dirt jump. Walked away from that one (after a quick vomit) with a headache, but escaped any permanent damage.

Helping my dad with some copper pipes when I was 5 was fun until my pale little arm got in the way of the blowtorch flame. And wiping a soldering iron on a wet chamois cloth on my lap was a wonderful idea until one day when I forgot to put the cloth on my lap. I was also wearing shorts.

Oh, and there's the obligatory "just how powerful is a staple gun?", which most teenagers have to ask themselves at some time. Very powerful, very powerful indeed.

 

Ouch, when drunk i sprayed myself with aerosol and set myself on fire, that was probably the most painful self inflicted incident. Kinda funny when played bk on tape though.

 

So I was cutting through some frozen bacon a few nights ago with a nice dull serrated blade and managed to rip through a good part of my ring finger before I felt anything. :uhh:

 

Not necessarily people....

Doors... walls... parked cars... etc.

 

Oh, so they walk into you....

 

Ripping off the tape used to cover the two incisions on my chest. Oh! All three of my manly chest hairs are gone! It took me 18 years to grow them! I had to change them daily. After a while your skin turns red and gets really iritated because each time you rip it off it takes a layer of skin with it. Not to mention the area is already sore from the incisions.

 

yah yah! stupid doors, dont know how to go around me.

 

Ugh. That sounds REALLY painful. The closest I ever came to passing out from pain wasn't really due to pain so much as thinking about the pain that was coming. I was wearing sandals and went out to the store with my mom and sister (I was a kid then). We went to Sears and my sister grabbed the door and yanked it open (I seem to recall the doors were lighter than at most stores, so opened surprisingly fast). My toe was quite in the way of the door and it took a nice chunk out of my toe. There was the moment of blinding pain (even if it hadn't taken a chunk out of it, it was still a good hard whack, and you know how you see stars when you stub a toe hard), and then a moment later that the blood started to pour out of my toe. Did you know Sears used to have a nurse on duty in the store? I got to visit her. The wooziness came when it was time to take off the tissue my mom stuck on it for the walk to the nurse's office and the peroxide was about to be poured over it. I knew how much the toe was already hurting and knew how much more it was going to hurt when anything was poured onto it! I thought I was going to throw up.

Sure, if you don't count nearly killing yourself inhaling toxic black mold spores! :tongue:

 

natural selection in progress, people.

 

I hardly ever hurt myself. But now I'm guessing, because I said that, something ominous will be lurking in the shadows.

 

Watch out for that tiger!

 

I have hurt myself quite a few times but never really in an interesting fashion. Most of the time the incidents are so uninteresting that I don't even know I received an injury until I just happen to see blood or a bruise on me somewhere.
I was once bitten by a rabbit. People always seem to think that is odd for some reason.
I was hit by a truck once while crossing the street. It wasn't my fault though.

 

A rabbit bit me before too! Those bastards...