I cut my own finger off if that counts

My two worst injuries both involve my left foot.

First one was new years eve 2006, goes without saying I was bladdered. Hosting a party and two of my mates started arguing outside. Having nothing on my feet and being unaware someone had smashed a bottle on the floor I go to break it up. As I approach one friend I feel and hear a snap and remember thinking ‘that was a sharp snail’. Anyway diffused the situation before realising I’m stood in a warm puddle. Still oblivious to the wound I sidestep thinking it’s piss or vomit. This is when I became aware I couldn’t put any weight on my sharp snail foot. As it’s dark outside I can’t fully assess the damage so hobble to kitchen, I positioned myself on work surface with foot casually bleeding into sink. My mate finds me after following the trail of blood that looks like a murder victim has been dragged through the house.

Upon inspection I had a 2 inch wide and at least an inch deep gash in the bottom of my foot. No joke I’d hit an artery and blood was erupting out kill bill style with each beat of my heart. I was so pissed I couldn’t feel a thing and was highly amused and impressed with the fact I could clearly see the inside of my foot. Muscle, tendons, ligaments and bone, the whole shabang. Some jeered and cheered with me and 2 passed out and 3 threw up lol. I refused medical intervention of any kind and was determined to keep partying so remained with my foot in the sink swigging from a bottle of Aftershock. At one point somebody did have to take the sewing kit off me to prevent me attempting some drunken DIY surgery lol. I woke up roughly 15 hours after sustaining the injury with 3 blood saturated towels bandaged to my foot which was still bleeding (although minimally). That’s is why you should always remember to bring a towel.

Ironically due to nearly bleeding to death I had no hangover as the alcohol must have exited my body via my foot lol.

@FungiTeK 508644 wrote:

they can be but the ones my dad has are normally fine, i guess he must of pissed it off somehow! either way it was comical to watch 🙂

Ferrets…haha gotta love em

I’m on another tree surgery course at the moment, just gone through the typical scary pics in first aid, you know it’s a bad injury when the tutor has to explain what part of the body you’re looking at. couple of new ones, one of which involves a bloke who got span round on a PTO shaft from a tractor until he was a fine pulp spread all over a barn….

Myself, I’ve got three facial ones that are noticable, one from when I was about 5 and I ran head first into a brick wall, really couldn’t explain why, curiosity I suppose. Another above my eye where some kind bloke slammed my head into the corner of an old oven a couple of years ago, and another from being punched where my incisor went through my lip. Sounds bad but considering how much time I spent when I was younger scrapping with blokes much bigger than me I’m actually pretty lucky none of them did any serious damage.

This isn’t about a scar for me but a scar I gave someone else.

For those that aren’t aware I did traditional Shaolin Praying Mantis Kung-Fu for many years and one day at my club me and a guy were doing a two man weapon form, it was tassle spear Vs double broadsword. So we were practising with fully live and sharpened weapons as usual, me with the spear and steel with the broadswords. We got to this bit where I attack his leading foot and he blocks it and locks my spear to the floor with the swords. We had done this a hundred times and it had all gone well but this time he didn’t quite block me in time and so I vigorously thrust my spear straight through his foot and into the gym floor. The poor lad had to stand there with a spear through his foot while we waited for the ambulance to come.

True story.

Made a rope swing off of a bridge that crosses a river (Yup, stupid already) with rope we got from a life buoy from the lake (yup even sillier)
Anyawy my friend procceded to go first, warned me that there was a massive rock in the river and that i should lift my legs up.
I thought “Fuck that, im fearless” and ran and practically dived in, leg smashed into the rock. I got out not realising what had happened and said fuck my knee hurts a bit but i want to go again.
My mates were just staring at me with horror, and one of them said i dont know about your knee but your shins pretty messed up :laugh_at: It was bad, you could see the bone and everything and there was blood gushing everywhere. I was just gonna walk it off because i was 12 and very naive, but fortunately a young woman who was a first aider was at hand and rescued me. Then me and 3 of my friends were piled into a random guys car (who was actually with the St Johns Ambulance) and driven to the hospital.. Never did see him again.
Got stitches and a few weeks later it swelled up to like 3 times the size of my leg and i had gangrene, very nearly had to have my leg chopped off. Now i just have a massive scar running up the length of my shin
Funny enough it didnt actually hurt and i thought it was hilarious, probably the shit tonne of adrenaline haha

@Chrispydelic 509255 wrote:

This isn’t about a scar for me but a scar I gave someone else.

For those that aren’t aware I did traditional Shaolin Praying Mantis Kung-Fu for many years

True story.

Did you train with the legendary Kung Lao?

@The Psyentist 509365 wrote:

Did you train with the legendary Kung Lao?

No but I have trained with the legendary Master Lee Kam Wing.