82 years old and wanted to help neighbors with their tree, even though they could afford to hire someone. 10 feet up on a ladder leaning against the tree cutting a limb. Fell onto concrete and lay on the ground for who knows how long because no one was watching. Dislocated hip, broken arm and coma for 3 months. Woke up with brain damage and eventually Alzheimer's. Ruined my Dad's life.
2 guys working on a telephone poll. Rope was dangling from pole and caught on pickup truck. Pole broke when guy drove off and guy on pole fell becoming a quadriplegic.
When I was 26 I was dozing on the couch one Saturday night, my first day home from the hospital after back surgery. I was awakened by a blow to my head like being bludgeoned with a hammer. WTH? I sat up holding my head and looked around in pain and confusion. That is when I saw my antelope shoulder mount on the floor. Took my hands away and blood poured from my scalp. Couldn't drive myself so I had to call 911. The medics came in and saw the mount on the floor and the blood splatters. On the ambulance ride in they called it in to the dispatcher who could be heard saying "what did you say hit him on the head?" I had several visits from curious ER staff, many of which I figured thought I had probably taken a Budweiser bottle to the head at a bar and just made up a story. Took 8 staples to close up the gash. That was definitely a redneck Saturday night.
Come on, Kingsford, you must have done something, at some time?
i've got hurt a few times, but none of them were due to shear ignorance/stupidity.
God bless Texas----------------------- Old 300 I will remain what i am until the day I die- A HUNTER......Sitting Bull Its not how you pick the booger.. but where you put it !! Roger V Hunter
I guess my injury was typical of these. The wooden poles holding up the grape arbor rotted and fell over in their concrete spots. One would not come out even when I tried to drill it out. Like a genius I poured gas in on top of it and let it sink in. Then I did it again later. This time I made a trail of gas from the pole holder to use as a "fuse". Then I moved the gas can a couple yards away. When I lit the "fuse" the whole area flashed igniting the gas can. I turned to run in the 6" tall grass. There was a hose that tripped me. I tried to roll like a young man. It looked good to my son-in-law. But I didn't relax my right arm quickly enough and ended up with a severe shoulder injury. I go for surgery in July.
sorry ringman but thats just being a pure dumbass... man
Yeah....That's being an idiot...
- Greg
Success is found at the intersection of planning, hard work, and stubbornness.
2 guys were riding their snow machines on a power line or cut trail of some sort, here on the Kenbai soe years back. Going fast. First guy hits an unseen snow-buried cable which pops up and decapitates his buddy trailing behind.
Well warn us iron. We really dont want to do that trick.
looks like the slide from a pistol got him somehow.
God bless Texas----------------------- Old 300 I will remain what i am until the day I die- A HUNTER......Sitting Bull Its not how you pick the booger.. but where you put it !! Roger V Hunter
ringman you don't play around with gas either.....
God bless Texas----------------------- Old 300 I will remain what i am until the day I die- A HUNTER......Sitting Bull Its not how you pick the booger.. but where you put it !! Roger V Hunter
When I was six years old my parents took us up to Vogel State Park in north Georgia. We rented a cabin for the night. The next morning my brother and I went out to the lake. A twelve year old boy was fishing. We watched while he loaded up about 5 night crawlers on the hook. He told us "The more worms the bigger the fish! Now y'all back up I am going to cast!" I backed up but not fast enough. He swung the pole backwards over his head, I was about 10 feet away, the hook caught me right in the mouth. I guess I had my mouth open because the hook went inside my mouth and stuck through the cheek. All those dirty worms were in my mouth. The guy thought he was hung on a bush, he jerked the pole once or twice without looking back. I was getting jerked towards the lake by my mouth, like a big fish! Then, the kid looked back, saw he had hooked a little kid. He screamed, tossed his fishing pole up into the air, and ran off at a high speed. Never saw him again.
My big brother ran back to the cabin to get my parents.
When I was about 7 yrs old, was climbing ladder to upper bunk where I slept. There was a floor lamp next to my ladder with just a bulb in it, no globe. Brushed my arm against it and it burned the crap out of me! In retaliation , I spit on it. Thats when the bulb exploded, and my mom was picking glass out of my face. Yikes!
My grandmother was a live in maid most of her life and was staying with a family one summer. One day she arrived at the home and the wife was having a fit about her kids not cleaning up the living room and picked up a shoe and threw it across the room. She didnt realize my grandmother was walking into the room and it hit her in the nose and broke her glasses and of course a bloody nose. She apologized over and over to her, and of course paid for her glasses.
I was working as an orderly on the orthopedic floor at Breckinridge Hospital, putting myself through school. Got some extra overtime volunteering to work in the ER the morning shift on New Year's Day. Shortly after I went on at 7:00 AM, they brought in a big black guy who looked like he had tangled with a buzz saw. In fact, that was a pretty good description of what happened.
He had tied one on at a big New Year's Eve party the night before and sorely embarrassed his good wife. She hauled him home in the early hours of the morning and then rousted him out at sunrise--dead tired and almost terminally hung over. She had been bugging him to cut off a limb that was banging on the second story of their house for some time. She told him that if he didn't get up there and do it "right now", she was divorcing his ass. He managed to find a ladder, an extension cord and a Skil saw and work his way up the trunk to the base of the limb. The junction of the limb was apparently almost another six or seven feet above the roof of the house.
The limb was big, the saw blade was a little dull and so he had to lean on it to get it to cut through the base of the limb. When the limb went, he lost his balance and tumbled down through 10 or 15 feet of limbs and leaves, clutching the saw and finally hit the ground, never releasing the trigger on the saw. He had a vertical cut that went through his forehead, his nose, his lips (which were really quite large), about a foot of his chest epidermis and another foot or so along his left thigh. The reason that I know all of these details is that he insisted that his doctor was one of the leading neurosurgeons in Austin at the time and would not hear of letting anyone else patch him up. I sat with him for more than an hour while, apparently oblivious to pain, he told me all of this in great detail, as we went through the motions of contacting the surgeon (whom we were sure would not show up early on New Years Day.)
But show up he did, and I got to assist as he deftly sutured all the wounds, explaining to me as he went how to close the wounds and minimize scarring.
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Ben
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