Friday OT:Gross Me Out

[madguy30]

My brother hooked a 45" musky (THINK: northern's pissed-off big brother) on the dock and dragged it onto shore. He went to take the lure out of the fish's mouth and ended up with a treble hook buried in the fat part of his thumb. So he tried with the other hand and got another one stuck in the back of his index finger on the other hand.

So my Dad brought the wire cutter and cut both hooks. They freed the fish and returned it to the water, and then Dad drove my brother to the doctor for stitches.

Can you imagine having fish hooks buried in each hand, attached to a 30 pound pissed off fish flopping all over?

No, no I can't. Especially a musky. They're a different kind of wild.

I'm always the guy who gets wades upriver a mile or two and realizes he doesn't have forceps as soon as a rogue pike pays a visit.

 

[BoxsterCy]

Kinda surprised that, this being America 2019, that no one's posted about themselves getting shot.

 

[EvilBetty]

6th grade summer had glass explode in my face. My eye hurt for a few days but pain went away.

About a month later had severe pain in my eyeball. A glass shard had stuck right in the center of my pupil and was now infected. Took a week for doctors to find it and safely extract it.

Had to get 2 shots in my eyeball. Then they said "ok we're gonna have to do that again tomorrow". I didnt sleep much that night.

 

[SaraV]

I'm about 10, riding my bike around these dirt paths in the neighborhood. Lose my balance for whatever reason, fall off my bike, and land hands first on the ground. Wince a bit, check my knees, seem okay, go to pick up my bike. Hey...ummm...why is there blood all over the handlebar?

Turn my right hand over and there's blood all over my palm. I probably landed on a piece of glass when I fell hands first. Somehow get the three blocks home, and I remember opening the storm door with my wrists, and then pounding on the main door with my left hand so that I didn't get blood on it. My mom opens the door, and I just either a) silently showed her my right hand, or b) said "I fell off my bike." while showing my hand.

I'm still not in pain, but figure there's going to be a REALLY gnarly gash on my hand. We get my hand cleaned off, and 30+ years later, I have the tiniest (probably 1/2 cm) scar at the base of my right thumb.

 

[SCyclone]

Sara's bike story reminded me of one - my brother and I are supposed to go to the dentist's office, and we're riding our bikes. I'm probably 9 or 10, and he's a year and a half older. So we decide to race.

I'm out in front, and I decide to look back to see how big my lead is. At the time, we are riding on a street that was very recently re-tarred, and small gravel spread on top.

As I turn to look, I slightly turn the handlebars, which was just enough to make the front tire skid through the fresh toppings. I go over the top of the handlebars and land head-first onto the street, and skid along for a bit.

My brother pulls up, laughing his head off, and I feel something warm running down my face. I had a huge gash on the top of my head, just behind the hairline.

So we ride back home and I walk in the back door with a bloody face, and my Mom squeals out loud "What happened to you?"

Funny part was, we were supposed to go to the dentist and ended up going to the doctor instead. 18 stitches in that bad boy.