I just had a "back spasm", kind of like throwing your back out. Very, very painful :( . Last time I had one was on my 15th birthday, and the day after I went bowling. These things leave you unable to walk, and usually make you dizzy to the point of nausea. Not fun.
So! Spill your injury horror stories here! The more cringe-inducing, the better.
D: Back Spasms? That doesn't sound like any fun. Of course, why would it?
Well there are too many injury stories I could share, but I'll share one that I remember the most. Whenever I was little (wearing a dress as well), I was at an amusement park. I think I was 7, maybe 8, and we were going to go on this ride that was inside a dark dome. Very faint lighting, so whenever I was trying to get into a car thing, my leg instead fell all the way down and got stuck between the metal things behind the car and left my other leg to be sprawled on the floor. My mom had a freak attack but did get me out. Good amount of blood there. No hospitals involved obviously (good luck there). Though the doctor at the First Aid place said there would be a scar there for a nice long while. It's almost faded, but still there. :D I got off pretty well.
I don't really have any good stories, as such, because I've never really been hurt very badly. Although I do have absolutely terrible teeth, which is more of a story about how stupid I am.
One of my few gymnastics injures was a sprained ankle, three days before state championships. It didn't hurt as much as I expected to, it just...popped loudly. Then I couldn't walk. DAMN YOU CATLEAP FULLS! xD
Uh, split my toe open doing a handstand in the kitchen (3rd/4th grade). My parents don't believe in doctors.
I haven't had any major injuries, but two years ago I was undergoing some bloodwork when I had what the doctors termed as a "vasovagal syncope" --that's where your blood pressure suddenly nosedives and you drop unconscious. As I'd never dropped unconscious before, it was really scary and according to the people who were there, I dropped unconscious with my eyes still open, which they'd never seen before.
Hm... I haven't had an awful lot of injuries, and most of them are't at all interesting. I blacked out once and managed to fall through a wall (because apparently it's a great idea to wonder around when you can't see, hear and have no sense of where you are. At the very least you'd think think I'd learn...)
I'm sure that my dad has some pretty ghastly injury stories too, as from what I hear he was a bit of a reckless kid. But re-telling stories isn't as fun.
Last year around this time, I was shaving my legs in the shower, and I was doing it quickly, just trying to get 'em done. And, I cut myself. Figuring it was just a normal little nick, I ignored it, Until I noticed it was bleeding a lot. So I put it under the water, thinking that if I washed the blood away, I would see how bad the wound was, but every time the blood would wash away, more would come. By this time I was starting to get light headed.So, I quickly wash the rest of the Shampoo out of my hair and hop out of the shower, freaking out. I'm bleeding all over the bath mat, so I grab a towel and wrap it around my ankle to soak up the blood, and then grab a towel to wrap myself in. I run upstairs, still wet and slightly soapy, nearly naked, bleeding through a towel, to find my mother. She used to be a sort of a nurse person, so I figure if anyone's going to know what to do it's her. "mom?" I say in an unsure voice, and I gesture down at the bloody towel. She gets up and gets some heavy duty gauze to wrap my ankle in, but as she puts it on I bleed through! So she makes me lie down on the floor, put my foot in the air, and wrap my ankle in like three inches thick of medical gauze and tape.
I wore heavy duty bandages on it for about three weeks, before I transferred to regular band aids, because each time I pulled the gauze off to apply more, my scab would come right off with it.
As of now, I have a pretty damn awesome scar on my ankle, and I never hurry shaving anymore *shiver*. And my brother's pissed at me, because the towel I bled all over was his...
That SUCKS. o_o I just got out of the shower, and it's a good thing I didn't read that before or else I'd have been too freaked out to shave my legs...