<p>You know those injury stories that you tell people to gross them out? Feel free to share them here. :p </p>
<p>During my sophomore year, somebody slammed a door on my left thumb. The nail turned black and eventually fell off. I spent a few months with hardly any nail on my thumb, and it looked really weird when a new healthy nail was growing out again.</p>
<p>I was eating ramen and spilled it on my leg, getting a largish second degree burn</p>
<p>My leg was a asleep and I broke it with a crack and slapping my face onto the guitar.</p>
<p>Tripped onto the field hockey bus and scraped about a 10 inch gash on my right shin. It was 3 years ago and there’s still faint skin discoloring lol</p>
<p>I slammed my own finger in my car door a few weeks ago.</p>
<p>My aunt was wearing earrings and a baby pulled one out, like, through her skin and everything.</p>
<p>^ Ouch, that sounds horrible :/</p>
<p>Once in second grade I jumped off the 3 concrete stairs at the front of my school and fell onto the concrete sidewalk. My knee pretty much split open and it’s a wonder I didn’t need stitches. To this day I still have a big round scar on it. I only jumped because Everyone else was doing it. 
Of course I was the only one who couldn’t land on my feet…</p>
<p>Ahhh…the “everyone else was doing it” excuse.</p>
<p>I was mountain biking and hit a bump which caused me to fly off of my bike. I landed on my bike and my inner thigh was impaled by the hand brake. Pretty sure I saw bone, as well as an array of other bodily fluids/things. The scar is definitely permanent.</p>
<p>^ Ouch. Uhmm as for me, my dad broke my arm when I was one and a half, and that’s pretty much it.</p>
<p>I went sledding one time and I saw a snowman that a family had made. I wanted to smash through the snowman (the family had already left), so I got up to a really high point and tried to direct the sled down to the snowman.</p>
<p>It turned out that they just DRESSED UP A ROCK!!!</p>
<p>I smashed my left cheekbone into the rock, got some bumps and bruises and a nosebleed. Nothing serious.</p>
<p>Went up for the rebound and collide with the guy next to me. He fell on me and slammed my knee into the ground. Busted my knee cap. Tried to stand up and just fell over. Then went into shock and had to be rushed to the ER. </p>
<p>I now have screws in my knee, one leg slightly shorter than the other, and a lifetime of problems. Whoot!</p>
<p>This one’s not really an injury perse, but it’s gross. </p>
<p>Last weekend I went to the ER. Turns out I had one ruptured cyst and one that was hemorrhaging. I still have that cyst hemorrhaging and if it’s ever a major hemorrhage then I have to get rushed to the ER and have emergency surgery. I’m a walking bloody timebomb!</p>
<p>^ You have so many stories to tell.</p>
<p>^ I’ve lived an interesting life. </p>
<p>And actually I don’t have that many. I just have a photographic memory. And I’ve played sports year round. Plus, I’ve moved about 13 times. Etc.</p>
<p>When I was 7, I was giving a piggy back to my friend and was running to fast and we both tripped with me, of course, being the one hitting face-flat on the ground with her on top of me. And she was sort of chubby too. My nose started bleeding really fast and my mouth and gums too. That was the bloodiest experience I have ever had.</p>
<p>When I was 4, my brother and I were playing on the bed. We were fighting over this blanket we wanted and my brother fell off and hit the side of a rocking chair next to the bed. His right temple ripped open a little and was bleeding really badly and we had to take him to the hospital to get stitches, and he was only 3. Must have been terrifying.</p>
<p>Several stories:</p>
<p>When I was 3, I was jumping on the sofa, then fell off and hit my head on our (marble) coffee table. I needed three stitches.</p>
<p>When I was 5, I was racing my mechanical toy horse. The finish line was the wall. I ran into it. That was my first nosebleed, I think.</p>
<p>When I was 7, I attached one end of a suction-cup elastic clothesline to the wall of our kitchen, then picked up the other end and tried to fly by jumping up and having the elastic recoil. After I did it a few too many times, the suction cup came off the wall and hit my middle finger. The nail turned black and fell off (like the OP’s).</p>
<p>I was a stupid 7-year-old.</p>
<p>When I was 9, I fell off my bike and faceplanted on the tarmac. Half of my face was bleeding and I chipped off the bottom half of two of my front teeth. I didn’t get them permanently capped, so every two years or so I re-chip the temporary coating and need to get them replaced.</p>
<p>When I was like 13 or 14, this one neighborhood friend started up a game of chicken. I was on my bike and he was standing in the middle of the road, so I started pedaling as fast as I could. Neither of us moved out of the way (I really thought he’d move since I was on a bike), and when I reached him he put out his arms and stopped my bike on the spot. I flew over the handlebars and literally bounced across the road. The skin over my knees were basically shredded off, and I was bleeding all over the place. My socks and shoes were pretty much soaked from blood that had dripped down my legs. I still have hypertrophic scarring.</p>
<p>One time, I got a second degree burn from a piece of pepperoni. The pizza had just come out of the oven and we were passing slices around in the car. The pizza was still really hot, and a pepperoni slice slid off, melted cheese still clinging to it, and fell on my wrist. I started panicking, and after a few seconds I found a napkin and I tried to wipe it off. With the melted cheese still burning me it looked like I was actually wiping away parts of my skin, which freaked me out even more. There were moments where I couldn’t tell which was melted cheese and which was burned-away skin (it was probably all melted cheese though, now that I think about it). It didn’t heal too well, and after the blistering went away I discovered that a flap of skin had become charred- and crispy-looking, which was gross. This happened many years ago, and I still have the scar (though it’s begun fading).</p>
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<p>I really have none</p>
<p>This is gross. I’ve never been seriously injured <em>knocks on wood</em></p>
<p>oh wait. In fifth grade, the night before a sockhop, my best friend and i were jumping from couch to chair to ottoman [in a circle]. i have a solid wood coffee table. as i was jumping from the ottoman to the couch, i hit me big toe on the coffee table. the nail fell off and my toe bled. and my mom laughed the dance wasn’t very fun…</p>
<p>oh, and i almost cut my thumb off peeling potatoes for thanksgiving when i was 8.</p>
<p>other than that, just some nasty gashes/scrapes.</p>