Originally Posted by hanco
Originally Posted by stxhunter
Originally Posted by Wannabebwana
When I was about 3 I ended up damn near losing my arm in one of those ringer washing machines.

My earliest memory was visiting every day with a woman at the hospital whose baby was in an oxygen tent. She gave me a BIG bag of candy the day I went home.



did the same with one of those washers, just had to stick my fingers in it, lol they had to take it apart to get my arm out.


I remember it banging against my face. I’m sure I was screaming my ass off. Today this day, I hate seeing them old things in junk shops.

I guess I’m not the only one that didn’t listen.

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Apparently I broke the machine. It squeezed a big bubble up to my elbow and when I went to my mother and she touched it, it burst. I soaked 10 dishtowels with blood on the way to the hospital and it took 63 stitches and a skin graft to close it up.

Arm was pretty much useless and they didn't have physiotherapy back then. My best friend's parents signed me up for hockey (goalie) and baseball. Learning to catch a ball in a glove eventually brought back full use of the arm.