Share you stories of your injuries....

Hmm, well I've been pretty lucky so far. Only ones I can think of are getting finger slammed in a car door twice in my life, pulling a muscle in my thigh(don't remember how that happened), jamming my toe by kicking a basketball(I was young and stupid then lol), getting bit on my lip by my dog(I was also young and stupid then lol, I was trying to take my dog's bone as she was eating it), getting stung by a bee that I stepped on when I was little(that's what I get for walking barefoot outside). That's all I can think of now. Nothing too serious I guess hehe. :)

What happened? I broke my feet..straight across the entire middle of the foot, both of them. But the left was worse than the right. Where and when? In the military in basic training, 1995. In basic training, you are issued combat boots and running shoes. Which they have absolutely no shock absorption, support, or even padding. I don't know how many girls were discharged or held back a few weeks to heal due to shin splints. But when you are running and marching day in and day out, your body takes a beating. Since I had 3 children when I went into the military, I did not want to be put on medical hold or discharged. So when I felt my feet breaking (commonly known as stress fractors), I did not quit. I was determined to show my family I was strong enough. So each night after we were done drilling, I would take the boots off my swollen feet and stick my feet in the toilet....trust me, it was clean and the coldest water I could get my hands on to bring down the swelling. But one of the girls ratted me out to my training instructor (He actually laughed at me when I admitted to sticking my feet in the toilet to bring the swelling down). When he asked if I wanted to go to medical, I refused. The coolest thing is...he didn't force me to go! He told me that I would know when I had enough and as long as I continued and passed my physical tests, he would act as if he didn't know. Another meaning to, Don't ask, Don't tell. LOL And I did pass. I passed with flying colors and walked out of basic training with honors. The only person out of the entire Squadron to walk out with 4 ribbons because I not only kicked butt on the physicals but also the written tests. After getting to tech school, past the point they could kick me out for injury, I finally went to the doctors. They were amazed I was even walking and had to put my left foot in a cast to prevent it from breaking completely. I ended up with bi-lateral stress fractors in both feet all the way up to my knees. BUT!!!! I have one dang good story to tell for it!!!! AND I earned from my training instructor pride, respect and I inspired him. Which, if you have been in the military, you know that is a hard thing to do.

While i was playing football at school i got badly tackled and thrown to the ground, dislocated my shoulder, fractured my shoulder and injured 3 fingers ,ended up dragging myself to the office then straight to hospital into a cast for a while and shoulders still not the same

Well, I am an accident waiting to happen. When I was 2, I decided I wanted to play "catcher" with my brother and our cousins in our yard in their baseball game. My brother didn't know I was behind him, so I was straight in the way when he swung. He knocked me in the face with his wood bat, right over my eye. My eyebrow area swelled up so bad, it looked like I had an awning over my eye! And thennnn... When I was 4 or 5, my brother and our neighbor tied a rope to the top of the slide of my swingset and they were climbing up it. They told me not to, but it was MY swingset, so I told them they couldn't stop me. So I proceeded to climb up the slide, slipped, swung around, and busted my head open on a bolt..one of the many that I had so cutely pulled the safety rubber covers off of. I wouldn't let my mom touch me so she had to drive me a half hour away to where my dad was so he could come home and wash the blood out of my hair.

Speaking of softball, I once used to be an athletic fellow. But now I'm old and fat. I was playing catch with my brother-in-law in a park called Hannah Park (after my first daughter I believe) when I threw the ball to him underhand, because I noticed he was wearing out. He jumped and caught the ball with his forehead. Now you would think that an underhand throw to the forehead wouldn't hurt a grown man! But, as he was rolling around on the ground thriving in pain and gushing tears I realized one of two things: Either I'm huge and don't know it or he's a sissy (kinda like Chevy Chase).

It was the worse night of my Life!