What is the worst accident you’ve had?

[Theearthisntflat]

Thought this would be interesting to read peoples stories.

All mine have generally involved sharp objects. Knives, graters, rocks!

I think the worst was walking in Spain across a very sharp and rocky rocks when I tripped (wasn’t clever enough to be wearing shoes, I was on the beach before I decided to walk), I proceeded to slice the top of my big toe off on the rock. With toe flapping and blood dripping I somehow had to hop to get back and have top of my toe reattached. That wasn’t much fun.

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oh I forgot I had a head on car crash at 60mph with no seatbelt on. Luckily just whiplash. Others weren’t as lucky as me.

On a bus and the driver didn't see the red light so slammed brakes on and did an emergency stop. Had my 3yo stood in front of me and to stop myself falling on her I put my hand out and kind of punched the floor with my full body weight behind it.

Not one bastard person in the bus helped so had to gather up my bags and my 3 yr old, carry everything off the bus and into nursery which we were on our way to. Settled DD and checked her for injuries, thankfully she was good. Then in a bit of a daze I got on another bus and went to work.

Thought it was all just bumps and bruises so didn't get it looked at till a few days later after taking DD to get her jabs and the nurse asking why I was walking round with unstrapped broken fingers, I told her they were just bruised and she said I was wrong and needed an X-ray, went to A&E and was in surgery later that day having screws put in to fix my hand back together. Broken metatarsals and ruptured tendon in my ring finger. 6 months of physio, a night splint and that finger still doesn't fully straighten.

Scariest was when I accidentally rubbed plant milk (from Euphorbia) in my eyes. The pain was very high from the reaction and the injections into the eyeballs but the fear I'd permanently lost my vision made it so much worse (couldn't see with the swelling). Luckily it resolved after injections and a good sleep but I do not recommend!

Worst pain was a C-section with failed anaesthetic. Not exactly an accident but the delayed result of a contraceptive accident 9 months earlier!

I broke my leg once and that took a lot of recovery but weirdly I don't remember much pain at all, just inconvenience.

One time I just moved into a house and there was a big piece of flat metal in the storage shed in the back. I love to upcycle things so I posted it online to give away to someone who could use it. As I was carrying it to the front for pickup, it was very difficult to hold onto because it was thin but very large and heavy. I could barely lift it and had to stop every few steps to rest. I was wearing boots, but not steel-toe or anything. Well the metal slipped from my hands and landed directly on my big toe, on the nail. The boot did nothing! It was horrible. It was quite a bit of weight concentrated in a very small area. The nail fell off and it took forever to grow back normally. About ten years later it randomly fell off again and took forever to grow back normally again. It's like it suddenly remembered the accident and had a relapse.

One time when I was a teenager my parents went out of town, leaving me with my older sister and younger brother. I was really into making candles at the time so I was at the stove cutting up a big block of wax and melting it. Instead of using a big stable knife, I was using a tiny craft knife with a straight razor, like a surgical tool basically. Of course it slipped and stabbed directly into the inside of my forearm. I pulled it out and blood gushed like a fountain into the air, to the beat of my heart. So I grabbed a towel to apply pressure and just then the wax on the stove caught fire! I called for my sister to get the fire extinguisher but she started screaming and basically running around in circles. I calmly grabbed a pot lid with the hand on my stabbed arm and covered the fire. I then told her to grab the keys and take me to the hospital. I couldn't believe she lost her head like that. My little brother had just stood there with wide eyes. We were all only about a year apart and I was the one with a stab wound! They were useless! I got stitches, everything was fine but I made fun of my sister forever for acting like a headless chicken and my brother turning into a statue. He joined the military soon after and thankfully he wasn't in combat because he would've been useless lol.

Another candle related one, I had just lit one I made and leaned over to smell it, but misjudged and inhaled the flame itself deeply! It went up my nose and down my throat! Yes it burned me! It was a weeklong sore throat and nose. If you didn't know that was possible now you do!

Luckily none of mine were too bad but definitely weird and a little embarrassing.

Being electrocuted as a kid. The force made me disconnect and fly off and hit the wall and bounce off onto floor. I was too scared to tell anyone. It really hurt.

Many years ago I was walking home as shops were closed or closing and a chap from a bridal shop was out the front with a broom and sweeping the floor from
Inside the shop and out into the street and he went back inside and the shop was closed and presumably he left via the back entrance.

As I passed by I felt an excruciating pain on the underside of my foot. I was with my then boyfriend and I grabbed him and the pain was so bad, I had to sit down on the floor.

I was wearing a pair of thick soled boots, a hiking style.

I was in so much pain I couldn't really focus on the boot but my boyfriend looked and said he couldn't see anything. He actually looked embarrassed by my crying and wanted me to get up!

I was shocked that I was crying as well as I'm very good with handling physical pain.

So I sat there staring at my boot and sobbing with the pain and the boyfriend being completely useless and then my hero arrived in the form of a chap on a motorbike who stopped and rushed over.

He immediately spied large pins laying on the pavement and spotted the head of one on the sole of my boot which my boyfriend had missed.

Very carefully he undid my lace up boot and and removed my foot from it and the relief was instant.

He then took my boot over to his bike and he had a case or a bag and using pliers he removed the pin from my boot.

It was much longer than a normal dressmakers pin and thicker and obviously a lot stronger.

There was some blood but I was fine to put my boot on and only a slight tenderness on my foot.

The useless boyfriend was now jealously eyeing up the motorcycle chap who was lovely and had suggested I keep the pin and pick up a few others and complain to the shop the next day about him sweeping the pins out on to the street as I had told him I had seen the chap sweeping.

On the way home the boyfriend took the Mickey out of me and said it was just a pin but honestly I have never known pain like it. It felt like a red hot poker had impaled me!

My dad happened to phone later (landline, no mobiles back then) and I told him what had happened and he said I should see my GP and get a tetanus injection.

I wasn't too fussed but I knew my dad would worry so within a couple of days I saw my GP.

She said that yes I should get my tetanus up to date.

I mentioned to her the extreme level of pain and that my boyfriend had ridiculed me and she said that it was quite plausible that I had been in tremendous pain due to nerve endings and I felt better that I hadn't been a wuss!

The bridal shop bloke was a complete bastard and denied doing it and said the pins could have come from anywhere and weren't the ones he used and then he asked me to leave! 🙄

The boyfriend was dumped some time later.

I should have put an advert in the paper for the lovely motor-biker and met up and who knows ....😂

Not me but my dad a few years back. He was at work feeling absolutely fine, when a stomach bug suddenly made him violently ill. Vomitted all over the floor and then slipped in his own sick breaking his arm. I still feel sorry for him thinking about it

I’m dyspraxic so this might be a tad unfair but:

1. Pinkie finger through the crack in the weighted fire door on the hinge side, door slammed shut.
2. Slipped down a mountainside above Split in Croatia, sprained my ankle falling into a ravine and had to claw my way out,
3. Fell off Pen Y Ghent, the scrambly side. Nuff said.
4. Knocked over an 8 foot solid oak bookcase filled with books by putting a book back too hard…when I was nine.
5. Cracked two teeth tripping into a doorframe.
6. Fell off my skateboard into a bollard…I now have a slightly twisted rib-cage
7. Forgot how to walk while passing a Tesco petrol station - my upper body carried on regardless and I full on bounced my face off the pavement. Broken nose, stitches in chin and eyebrows and concussion.
8. Lost control walking down a hill and tore an ACL…and sprained my ankle.
9. Fell down two flights of stairs and tore both Achilles (this was due to alcohol, in the interests of fairness).
10. Dislocated shoulder playing rugby, seven times.
11. Took the side of my palm off with a mandolin
12. Someone left some tongs in the decarboniser in a kitchen I worked in (it’s a large vat containing a boiling mass of alkaline fluid that strips caked burnt grease off grill plates). They jammed the mechanism that lifts the 2 foot grill plates out. I put my arm, in its elbow length glove, down to free them and the pressure of the hot fluid made the glove roll down enough for it to fill with the fluid, stripping the flesh down to bits where you could even see bone.
13. More sprained ankles - falling off a bus in Manchester by the hospital, falling off a bus in Manchester in Piccadilly Gardens, falling off the Tube in London, walking down a street in Leeds city centre, walking across a meadow in Derbyshire, three times in various locations in Spain…and many, many more, including while running away from two hundred, hungry sheep.
14. Apparently started running within an hour of learning to walk, on holiday in France. Ran across a marble floor, slipped and smacked my face, making my nose bleed. Went back to crawling until we went to a little cottage further along the coast where they had carpet…where I promptly got up and started running again,
15. Fell into Martin Mere when looking at the ducks and nearly drowned thanks to the algae and my heavy coat - I was 11.
16. Stunned myself in the water with my surfboard, during heavy swells.
17. Tripped over my cat and knocked myself out.
18. In an ex-bf’s attic room, I was a little too enthusiastic and smacked my head into the sloped ceiling, fracturing my skull.

I’ve run full speed into trees, lamp posts, moving vehicles and A-boards (falling over it into a road full of traffic 😂) and once managed to catch our tablecloth at a lovely restaurant in my jeans somehow, pulled everything off when I got up and then span around so fast in mortification that my bag knocked the wine bottle, glasses and tall candles over on the table behind, all over the couple sat there, and their food.

I was so bad, the teachers at my nursery school pulled my mum aside to ask ‘is everything ok at home’, in concern. 🤣🤣🤣. When we were moving house ‘proximity to an A&E’ was a core requirement!

Somehow, other than my nose, I’ve never broken another bone in my body. This, despite long-distance solo running, rugby, skateboarding, mountain biking and three different types of fighting. Go figure!

@Oooolala

That happened to me once. I had just moved into my new home and my EXH drilled up a metal utensils set onto the wall, little did he know he'd drilled through a wire so when I reached up to get one, the shock threw me across the room. For a sec I thought I was dead, but I realised I'd had a thought so defo wasn't dead, just shocked.

I knew someone would post this!!
Hilarious

@Isometimeswonder

I thought the title was obvious ... 🤷🏻‍♀️

It is... to most of us!! 😂

Breaking my leg ice skating whilst on a school trip. I am a teacher. Was off for months!

I stood on a rusty nail which went right through my foot when I was about 10.

Luckily, after an xray they were able to just pull it out and I had it cleaned, a tetanus jab and course of antibiotics. I still remember how painful it was though, and that Mum was as much help as a chocolate teapot, running round like a headless chicken and then throwing up. Thankfully my gramp took me to A & E!

Headbutting the floor - once when fast asleep where I had a seizure and fell out of bed. The second time I tripped over when out running.

I was run over by someone towing a caravan. The caravan went over my leg, broke it and off I went to hospital with my tibia sticking out of my leg. Driver had the decency to hit and run too. Was a great holiday.

When I was 10 I fell whilst running up a flight of stairs holding a glass jar full of grasshoppers I’d collected to pour onto my brother’s head. The jar shattered in my hand, and I had to pull out a large piece of glass. I was too scared to tell my parents so just wrapped it in loads of toilet paper… I still think how it could have been worse - could have cut into my wrist.

I also had a bad bike accident at my gran’s farm and fell into the ditch full of liquid manure. Fun times..!

Two of mine.

Tipped a bobcat when emptying the bucket of manure. I didn't overly hurt myself but it was scarey at the time.

Fell off a horse, hit my left hip on the curb corner and couldn't walk. Thankfully nasty gash and bruising, not break but omg it was agony.

A toss up between nearly biting through my tongue when I was 4 years old (I was jumping down the stairs, copying my older brothers and had my tongue between my teeth as I landed🤢). I needed 7 stiches,I still have the scar. Or being thrown from a horse when I was 13 and fracturing 2 ribs. On reflection,I think the horse incident was actually more painful.

I was 11 and thought it’d be a good idea to jump off a wall and swing onto some scaffolding. Didn’t quite reach the scaffolding pole and snapped my wrist completely in half

Fell downstairs on a bus, maybe sounds funny but I was pregnant and needed surgery as I'd shattered my humerous. Totally sober too, although think I may have been jostled

It wasn't that serious on the face of it but what it meant was horrifying.

I was filling a hot water bottle up, when it slipped out of my hand and I ended up pouring boiling water down my bare legs.

That was the moment I realised there was something seriously wrong with my hands. I'd been having out of character clumsiness for a while, struggling with my grip, and getting some swelling in my hands in the morning. For context, I'd made myself a hot water bottle in my lifetime on sleeping tablets, drunk out of my skull, on acid, I'd woken up with one in the morning dozens of times with no memory of getting it, and never so much as spilled a drop. I had very strong, dextrous little hands. Never ever burnt myself and there I was with black and scalded legs.

It was arthritis and I now struggle to interact with my environment immensely. I can't even hold a knife and fork without it hurting.

So yeah, worst accident of my life.

Bloody hell that sounds horrific. And how awful that no one helped you. Sadly,it doesn't surprise me,as I experienced a nasty incident on a bus several years ago when the driver did an emergency stop. I was thrown from my seat full pelt into the side of the luggage rack which was just in front of me. The pain in my shoulder was horrendous,I was nearly crying. But not one single person asked if I was OK. Bastards!

Had a garden fork fall off a hook and one of the spikes go through my leg. Left a lovely scar!