..that caused your mom to rush you to your doctor as a child?

I was a ferocious nail biter when I was young. Well, I was 5 or 6 years old, and my mom was outside, suntanning on the deck. I went up to her and showed her my thumb, and said, "Look mom...now I know what they mean about a green thumb!" Well, I had bitten my thumbnail so bad, it had gotten infected, so she called the ped. I went and hid in the linen closet, but she found me and took me in.

The doctor had to get a big-ass needle, and drain my thumb! I SCREAMED bloody murder, while my younger brother hid under the table and laughed at me.

Needless to say, I still bite my nails. But, I've not had to relive that experience! :D

Ear infections #1 thru #671.

What on earth did you do to your ears?!?!?!?

I was four years old and trying to be a big girl and help my mom with the laundry. I was carrying an empty basket into her room and tripped. I fell and hit my lip on the corner of the footboard. I just got a little hole there, but then I cried and split my lip completely open. I had to have four stitches. My mom fainted in the doctor's office. :eek:

jen*.....Too Funny!!

I think moms are trained to faint!!

When I was 5 and my younger brother, Matt, was 3...We were playing out on the rocks we had in the backyard. Me being older, I had the higher stack. Well, Matt tried to climb up onto my rocks and I knocked him down, cutting his head open. I carried him into the house and got him to mom. She saw the blood and fainted. No one else was home, so I ran next door to the neighbors house.

He got 20 stitches from that!

The other one, I was 9 and my baby brother, Michael, was 2. He threw one of those glass blocks at me, but it had a sharp edge, and it slashed my left wrist and so, again, I went to mom, who was the only adult. Again, she fainted, so I ran to the neighbors again. I just got a butterfly bandage for that.

Bone 1# broke when I was 3, ummm.. Almost lost my pinky when I was 5; stuck it in a excerise bike.. Bone 2# was soccor.. ect ect to Bone 46#.. All that in the 80s!!!
heeheh

Uh....how on earth did you get stuck in an excersize bike?

Poor guy...!!

When I was about eight, I was riding my bicycle when I fell off my bike and onto a glass Pepsi bottle, which then shattered and severed my knee cap. I don't remember it hurting at all and I went to my mother and told her "I think I cut my knee" with my hand over the wound. My mother took my hand away and gasped! Rushed me to the emergency room, where I screamed bloody murder as the doctor had to give me a shot IN the wound and then I had to get over fourty stitches to close the wound. I still have a large scar on my knee that resembles an eye with lashes!!!

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I never did anything that needed medical attention. :p Just normal scrapes and cuts. Well there was one time I ran into the house to get the phone and my feet were wet and I slipped and fell on the gears on my bike and my hand cut open on the greasy chain. I didn't need stitches but, it hurt! lol

The biggest time I needed my Mom, she wasn't home.

I was playing dodge ball in my backyard with my cousins (my parents and my aunt and uncle were out to dinner) and the ball went under an old Christmas tree that we had tried to plant in the backyard but wound up dying.

I bent over to pick up the ball and got a twig right in my eye. I held my hand over it (because all kids think this will make it stop hurting) and my sister Rose came over and yelled at me to take my hand away. When I did, she screamed and ran in the house to get my older sister Meg and she called the ambulance.

When my Mom finally got to the hospital, they wouldn't let her back to see me. I could hear her yelling "Tricia!! Where are you!! Mommy's here!!". Apparently she felt really guilty that she hadn't been there when it happened. The doctor wasn't nice to me while taking the stick out and stitching me up and my Mom kept yelling at him. My Mom gets loud when she's scared or protecting her young lol

The eye turned out ok, but I've always had decreased vision in it than in my right eye. Such is life-it could have been alot worse!

I played soccer and football. I knew all the nurses at the emergency room by their first name. At one point I stopped playing football and just went straight to the emergency room. Thought it would be easier to eliminate the middle man. :D

Just like Ted (shivers at such a scary thought...LOL ;)), I've never in my life been rushed to the doctor for any illness or injury. Which is pretty amazing considering I've fallen out of a tree, had a large piece of wood with a nail drop on my head (also in a tree...beginning to think I just recently evolved, eh? lol), punched through glass windows, been hit by a car and flipped 360 about 3 feet in the air off my bike, had a 2-300 lb motor drop on my knee trying to lift it off a table...not to mention fights and other various cuts and the like...

All I have to say is....guardian angels (not to be confused with the street police variety) ROCK!!! lol :D

When I was about 3 or 4 years old, I was at my neighbor Amy's house and we were pretending to be antelope, running around on our hands and knees. Well, Amy screamed that the lions were coming, so we had to head back to our cave, which was entered through a hula-hoop in the doorway to her parent's walk-in closet. I didn't want the lion to get me so when I got close to the "cave", I dove...literally...onto the hardwood floor, and landed on my chin. Amy's mom scooped me up and ran me across the street, bleeding all over the place, to my mom. Mom took me straight to the doctor where I got four stitches.

These are fun to read.

When I was about 3 or 4 I hid in the hall closet and ate a bunch of baby asprin.

Around the same time period I stuck my finger in the back of a light bright. My finger got stuck in the hole up against one of the light bulbs. I still have the burn scar on my finger. :rolleyes:

Imsoooosure....


I did the same thing with the baby asprin, however, I downed them in front of my mom. She thought I had gotten something else, until she saw the empty bottle, and then she had a fit!!!!

Geeez, if they didn't want us to think it was candy, they shouldn't have made it so darn tasty!!!! :D

Originally posted by Gman:
<STRONG>Ear infections #1 thru #671.</STRONG>

I can RELATE to that Gman! Mine also included ear surgeries #1 thru #5!

Originally posted by dancingdoll86:
<STRONG>Imsoooosure....


I did the same thing with the baby asprin, however, I downed them in front of my mom. She thought I had gotten something else, until she saw the empty bottle, and then she had a fit!!!!

Geeez, if they didn't want us to think it was candy, they shouldn't have made it so darn tasty!!!! :D</STRONG>


Hahaha! I'm so glad to know I'm not the only one. It is tasty stuff too. :D

It sure was!! Sometimes, I still get a hankerin' for some of it!!!

Originally posted by dancingdoll86:
<STRONG>It sure was!! Sometimes, I still get a hankerin' for some of it!!!</STRONG>


Gretchen, the Diet Coke with Lemon tastes like baby asperin to me. Try that. :D

Of course, I was a perfect little angel and never gave my parents any cause for concern..... not.

All though I was never rushed to the hospital, I was the cause of one of my sisters going to hospital. I was being careless with a fishing rod, swinging it around and round in circles. My sister just happened to get in the way and the hook got lodged in her eye. Fortunately it didn't enter the eyeball and she was OK!

And of course my other sister also suffered from my carelessness when I jammed her finger in a door and almost decapitated it. Nasty.

But I was a nice big brother really!

Originally posted by Recker:
<STRONG>Of course, I was a perfect little angel and never game my parents any cause for concern..... not.

All though I was never rushed to the hospital, I was the cause of one of my sisters going to hospital. I was being careless with a fishing rod, swinging it around and round in circles. My sister just happened to get in the way and the hook got lodged in her eye. Fortunately it didn't enter the eyeball and she was OK!

And of course my other sister also suffered from my carelessness when I jammed her finger in a door and almost decapitated it. Nasty.

But I was a nice big brother really!</STRONG>

Funny Recker! I was the cause for all my cousins injuries and emergency room visits during our childhood. They were ALL accidents....yeah accidents...broken arms, flesh peeled off of ankle, scraped faces from flying out of wheelbarrels, etc.... you know....the usual. Strange, now that I think about it, they never visit me!

Originally posted by jen*:
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Gretchen, the Diet Coke with Lemon tastes like baby asperin to me. Try that. :D</STRONG>

I was wondering what that flavor reminded me of... baby aspirin! They just made it taste like that to appeal to us Gen X'ers!!!

;)

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Originally posted by Recker:

And of course my other sister also suffered from my carelessness when I jammed her finger in a door and almost decapitated it. Nasty.
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I know the feeling of having a finger jammed in something. When I was about 12 or 13, I was helping my Dad put something in the back of his 1980 Chevy Truck and he didn't see my hand was in the way of the tailgate of the truck and he closed the tailgate. It caught my left finger next to my pinky. I screamed out and my Dad opened it quickly. He felt so very bad! We were at my cousin's and we went into her house and looked at it. It swole up, but luckly was not broken. The pain was there for hours and I put ice on it. To this day, I have a scar on that finger from that.

Originally posted by Trixter:
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now that I think about it, they never visit me!</STRONG>

LOL! That's too funny. :p


I do mean stuff to my cousins and little brother all the time. :D I sent him to the hospital only once, a long time ago, for a broken toe. I told he to jump off the couch after I piled stuff on it,he musta fell 6 feet. LOL :D And one time when I was like 11, I stole a grocerie cart and put my cousin in it and rushed through the streets and stuff, and eventually crashed and he was hurt pretty bad. :D LOL

My grandmother is blind and back when I was a wee little one, she had a habit of talking on the phone in the dark.. and one day she was in the bathroom on the phone and had the phone cord stretched across the hallway. I came tearing down the hallway and tripped over the cord, falling on one of those old floor furnace vents.. in old houses.. just a big vent that went from one side of the hallway to the other. The heater was on.. I didn't have on a shirt and I burnt my stomach really bad. They had to rush me to the hospital where I was put in a tub of ice. I had the scars for the longest time.. a grid pattern on my stomach.. but now they're completely gone. I honestly don't remember it happening.. I just remember the scars.. and asking my mother what they were from.

I was about nine when my younger brother and I were tossing around my mother's metal hot plates around like they were frizbee's. He tossed one real hard and caught it.....with my forehead just over the right eye! Seven stitches on that one!

They call me Mister Glass :p
hehehe or close enough, I usually break something somewhere..
Has for the exercise bike incident.. I stuck my finger at the wheel part.. you know what, I did the samething with those running treadmills..
I even now I need someone to watch over me, maybe a 80s girl *looks all sweet and innocent* :)

Originally posted by Ted Nugent:
[QB]I never did anything that needed medical attention. :p Just normal scrapes and cuts.
Same for me. :) I never broke any bones! :p I HATE doctors!! To this day, I have to be near death to get my butt in the hospital!

About 2 years ago, I neglected telling anyone a problem I was having and almost passed out at work. I lived with it for 3 months thinking it would go away! Stuipd, I know. :rolleyes:

Originally posted by TopCat:
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I HATE doctors!! </STRONG>

But, you love to play docter. :p :D She can do weird things with that stethascope. :eek:

Originally posted by Ted Nugent:
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But, you love to play docter. :p :D She can do weird things with that stethascope. :eek:</STRONG>

I can confirm that. :D

Seriously...of all the self-induced injuries, the worst was having a very severe case of sunburn back when I was seven.
My stepbro and me were at a local lake...he didn´t took much care of me, and so I bolted around in the sun all day without protection until I´ve noticed that my shoulders and the back were burning like fire. When my stepbro noticed, he took me immediately to the hospital where my burnt skin was treated - in fact, I had second and third degree burns (my skin is hypersensitive against sunlight, 10 minutes in the direct sun are enough for a light burn w/o protection). Still need body milk on my shoulders, as the skin never recovered from this completely.

The other serious injury was when I´ve cutted my left thumb to the bone with a knife when we played 'Safari'...yep, stupidity will always find a victim. ;)

Originally posted by BlueOmega:
bike incident.. I stuck my finger at the wheel part
I did something similar: I was riding in one of those child seats you put on the back of a bike and somehow my foot got into the rear wheel. Still have the scar from that one.
The only time I got taken to the hospital was when I was three and bit the end off of a glass thermometer.

i had a dirt bike accident and my ankle came in contact with the manifold/exhaust and sort of stuck to the metal until ripped off, i got a bad burn. i tried to hide it and it got infected. Now I have a triangle shaped patch of purple scar tissue on my ankle about an inch big :)

Self inflicted injuries rock!!!!
Scar art!!!! *shows his arm where he runned a red hot knife along it*
:eek:

I was fighting with one of my brothers when I was about 3 1/2 and he pulled my lower arm all the way back so the elbow was locked into place. My mother was so scared, but she says we had to wait such a long time just to get a doctor to gently ease the elbow back into place... which anyone could have done :rolleyes:

I have to hide those things from Logan. He thinks they are candy.
I remember when i was about 6 i went bike riding with my sister and a close friend of ours.
In the middle of my bike stunts i ran in to an iron fence. It would have been okay if I had shoes on. My pinky toe was almost cut off by the fence. It was so painful that I couldn't ride my bike back home so I walked all the way. The roads were all dirt. My toe got so infected. My mother saw it and cried, my step dad just kept yelling at me ,, that if I had shoes on this wouldn't have happened.

My oldest boy is so accident prone. The people in the emergency room now us by our first names. Poor thing. Now matter how much i watch them they always get hurt. It seems like right when I turn my back they get hurt.

The one that I remember most vividly was when I was 13. I was playing with some friends in this parking lot. I was watching one of the other friends while I was running (not paying attention to where I was going) and I slammed head-on into a telephone pole with a lead pipe attatched to it. I hit the pole hard enough to make the pipe ring. My mom and dad came over to my friends' house to get me and take me to the emergency room.

I ended up getting 7 stitches above one eye and shattering my glasses (which were shatterproof). Fortunately I didn't get any glass in my eye.

The first and only time I ever had to go to the ER was when I was about 4 and we were all getting ready to go see my dad in the hospital anyway because he had been in a bad car accident (he was okay, just needed him to stay a couple days to run tests and whatever). Well as any kid is, I was reluctant to get my stuff cleaned up to go, so, finally, in a huff I put the coloring books away in my playroom. As I was crossing the threshold of my playroom back into the living room I tripped over the carpet and was headed straight for the coffee table, and if it hadn't have been for my sister Jenn sitting an arm's length away from me I would have died, she pulled my arm to try and catch me, but I hit the sharp corner of the coffee table anyway, right in the corner of my right eye. I immediately started screaming and my mom was frustrated because we were taking too long and yelled out 'Stop screaming it's not that bad!', but she hadn't even seen what had just happened until my sister helped me walk into the kitchen. I do not remember the car ride to the hospital or the visit there either, but the doctor did tell my mom that if my sister hadn't been there I would have hit my temple right on the corner and died instantly. Thank God for sisters, and this just goes to show that picking up your things CAN be a health hazard ROFL
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I did alot of stupid stuff as a kid but never anything that would get me into the E/R. Lord knows I tried :lol:

Just last winter, I rushed myself to the E/R. A big chunk of ice fell off the top of the shopping mall, and split the top of my head open. It cost me more in ambulance fees and wages lost than the mall gave me in settlement :mad:

- 3years old, my mother was talking on the phone, she made a move as if she was gonna grab me, I ran into the doorway split my head open 5 stitches

-3 years old. neighbors had a goat.. it looked like it pooped raisons, I went to get some and it wasn't very accomadating. It got me up against the wall and kept butting me... trip to hospital, no injuries and the couple raisons I managed to get didn't taste that great.

6or 7- bit in the ass by a german sheppard, trip to hospital ,scar and needle in ass

6or 7- ate wild rhubarb leaves, hey guess what the leaves are poisonous, sent to hospital to throw up

7 or 8- fell down icy steps, more stitches in head

8 or 9 wiped out on bicycle- stitches to ankle
8 or 9 stepped on rusty nail, another trip to get a needle

I was just talking to my Mother about this the other day on the phone.

When I was about 5 years old, I was next door playing with the neighbor kids in their backyard. There was one boy, my age, that always was doing really stupid stuff to all the kids in the neighborhood.

I was sitting on the ground playing with a Tonka Truck underneath an old swing set they had. All of a sudden this kid grabbed the glider on the swing set and pulled it back as high as he could manage and then let it go. It whacked the back of my head and put a huge gash in my scalp! My mom saw it all through the kitchen window and came running out. I was bleeding so badly she had to wrap my head in bath towels. I had to get stitches.

...the little bastard! :irked:

It's never been necessary since my Dad is a Doctor.

The summer I was 7, I refused to wear shoes (Hi, Moron.) I was playing with the kids across the street and stepped on one of those Pop Top pull tabs from the old beer cans and nearly sliced off half my toe!
Went to the ER and was waiting in a room with a guy who had run over his toe with the lawnmower... I didn't feel so bad in comparison. I'll never forget hearing the doctor ask if he had saved the toe...

OUCH!!!!!!

When I was 9 years old in "Mt Holly ,North Carolina" we were living in a second story house...with a deck and steps in the front entrance. well...I was goofin off..playing on the top step of a 25 step case...being the total twit...and lost my balance and off I went..down the steps...boink.boink,boink,...and blam!!!!...my forhead hit the handrail post at the the bottom of the stairs...causing the handrail to brake off...and the "end of the broken handrail was a "16 penny" nail and it...cut into my right eyebrow ...and then gravity took over...the handrail began it dip down as I strugled and the nail began to penatrate ,but not puncture my right eye...causing my eye to "temp" pop out and the nail head severed the "lateral rectus muscle" -- Muscle that moves the eye away from the nose......my mother rushed me to the hospital.and they were unsuccessful to repairing my lateral rectus...so I have a huge scare above my right eye and a "Lazy eye"....hummmf....what a goof ball...huh? and the funny part is my dad saying after he got off of work.."well, You shouda watched where you going ,huh?"...no frikin duh...dad!!! thanks

I was 8 years old. It was raining, so we weren't allowed to ride our bikes over this ramp, so we were running and jumping over it. I slipped and fell and broke my wrist.

There was another time when I was little, probably about 4, when I jumped on the hood of the car and slid off the other side and landed on my face. I can remember looking in the mirror and my whole face was bloody, but I don't remember going to the doctor.

I was walking with a friend of mine in our drive way holding an umbrella, when a boy threw a rock at us which hit me in the head and cut it open. My grandparents where there and my grandpa drove us to the emergency medical unit and I got two stitches. Later I asked the boy why he did it and he said he thought I was going to poke him with the umbrella, no way and BTW he was like on the other side of the street!!

I was dancing in my bedroom,and during a particularly energetic move,fell over the rug and smashed my nose off the door.Within 5 minutes I had 2 black eyes and my nose was very swollen.My mom had run upstairs when she heard the crash,and nearly passed out when she saw the state of my face.
Imust have been about 8 years old,and thought it was great because I had to have time off school.

I was 5 years old and had the bad habit of rocking back and forth on my chair. One evening, I was in my chair rocking it back and forth, Dad had yelled at me to keep all four legs on the floor, but I didn't listen. I rocked it back one last time and tipped over, hitting my head against the radiator. I started screaming bloody murder, Dad comes running to find me covered in blood. My parents immediately rushed me to the hospital. Turns out, I had cracked my skull about an inch from the artery. I was stitched up and monitored for a concussion. After that, I was pretty good about following directions, but for a long time, I was insistent about having to always sit on the floor...no chairs for me! ;)

We lived in Arlington (Just north of Everett, about 40 miles north of Seattle). My cousin and I were walking home from the lake. I had gone swimming and my cousin had gone fishing.

On the walk home, my cousin was swinging his fishing pole around, and the fish hook got stuck in my left eyelid. (Still have the scar). Amazingly he didn't try pulling the hook. We got home (Very carefully I might add), mom saw the hook sitting in my eyelid and freaked! Dad cut the fish line and they rushed me to the E.R. in Everett. The doctor said I was lucky the fishhook didn't touch my eyeball (Me pulling on the eyelid helped). I had to have a tetanis shot afterwards but NEVER let my cousin forget that.

When I was a little kid my mom ran a daycare. One day me ad some of the kids she watched decided to go exploring in the woods around our house. So we head off, and come to this giant oka tree that has these stalks of pokeberries shooting up from the foot of the tree. Me and the others didn't know what they were, but we ate some anyway. We come back to the house, and my mom asks us where we've been. I tell her we went to find berries to eat in the woods. She asks where I found them, I tell her where, and one of the kids even hands her a few of the berries to eat. My mom panics, because she knows these are berries that are poisonous. She calls the poison cointrol center, and they tell her to give us some syrup of Ipecac. It works on every one but me- I had to have two spoonfuls, and the entire time, I swore I never touched those berries, even though there's juice dripping from my mouth!:lol:

I did something incredibly stupid when I was about 12 years old. I bought one of those huge gumballs and my sister was pestering me to share it, so I took a huge knife and tried to cut it in half. Needless to say, I just about cut the tip of my finger off :lol: My mom had to rush me to the hospital to get 4 stitches. I never heard the end of it, after that. I still have the scar today.

When I was 5 we had a 1964 sky blue Chevy Impala back then the gears didn't lock when the car was off. I got in the car started playing with the gears you know switching it back and forth. I stopped it in reverse! We lived on an inclinded drive way. The car started rolling down the drive way, across the street, into the neighbors yard and coming to a rest up against the neighbors house! The next thing I know I hear my Mom yelling my name and not just my first name! My first, middle and last name! I got the butt whipping of a life time!

When I was a kid, my 2 brother & I were so accident prone that our doctor used to joke that he had a spool of thread with our names on it. :lol: We were always hurting ourselves and each other, usually resulting in a trip to the doctor or ER. The worst thing I ever did to myself was put my hand through a window while screwing around, which put a 1 inch gash in my palm, right below my thumb. The 7 stitches were not a big deal, it was all the scrubbing they had to do to make sure there was no glass left in the wound. :eek: Yeowch!

I'm paying for my own stupid injuries now with my 3 boys. 2 weeks ago, my middle son was riding someone else's scooter WITHOUT SHOES and fell off of the scooter. The scooter whacked him in the back of the foot and left a 1 inch cut. So off to the clinic we went for the 5 stitches. Hopefully, he'll learn from this, but if he's anything like his dad, he won't. :laugh:

I was rolling inside an empty trash can in my backyard. I was having fun. :yesnod: It wasn't a metal can though, it was cardboard, and I rolled into a spike, which pierced the can , and went into my calf. I screamed bloody murder, and was rushed to emergency for stitches and a tetnus shot.

5 years old - my family went to a campground and had a picnic/Bar-be-que, after which they dumped the hot charcoal briquets off to the side on the ground. Me, walking around in bare feet, stepped on them, burned the bottom of my foot.

7 years old - Went sled riding with older kids in the neighborhood, and since we lived in the city at that time, there weren't any cool snowy hills to slide down. So we picked this city street that was icy and snowy and was a BIG hill. No problem going down (but had there been cars on that street, now that I think of it - I'd have been dead meat) HOWEVER, walking back up on the incline sidewalk I slipped on some ice, bam fell down on my mouth and part of my gums over the front of my teeth was sliced open and dangling. So the doctor just snipped it off.

9 years old - It was the end of the school year, and our teacher had a party for us, I brought in my Queen "The Game" record album and we were dancing to "Another one bites the dust". Well my friend and I started swinging ourselves around grasping each others hands. She let go, I didn't know she was gonna do that, and I went flying across the room and into a desk. Broke my two front teeth off and my lips was swelled about ten times it's normal size (still have scar tissue in my lip - so I never need Collagen). Teeth are still broken off.