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What's the most embarrassing way you got injured? (1 Viewer)

Eephus said:
When my kids were little, I accompanied my son and one of his friends to a restaurant restroom.  He must have been four at the time.   I bent over to help them get hitched back up and somehow managed to snag my ### on a trashcan.  I ended up getting 14 stitches on my right butt cheek.
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You win.  :lmao:

 
i was probably 17 or 18 years old and things were a lot less concerned with safety back then and i tripped on a loose rug and hit my elbow while i was going in to a bank take that to the bank brohans 

 
Spike said:
Knocked on my ### ice skating once and landed directly on my tailbone. 

Making matters worse was I had a bowling tournament the next day at which I could barely bend. Bowled 30 pins below my average that day. 
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damn, bowling a 50 sucks

 
strykerpks said:
I should probably stop drinking. Or dancing. Or drinking and dancing

- Underage at a bonfire I dancing was on a chair, naked with only a sock on my junk. I lost my balance and stepped on a broken glass my GB had thrown near the fire and put about a 4 inch gash on the bottom of my foot. Probably should have gone to the ER but we duck taped a maxi pad to it and I continued partying. Football camp later that week wasn't fun.

- Split my chin open doing the worm. Twice

- Partially torn meniscus doing the splits at my sisters wedding

I'm sure there's another random few that I'm forgetting or can't remember.
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Hopefully he didn't mind too much.

 
This happened years ago, just out of school, freshly hired into a group of equally young professionals. In the damaging pride vein:

I had broken my ankle a week before. The swelling is still high and so I am still in the splint that I got for the treatment for the break. I am still dependent on crutches to get around as there is zero chance the splint to going to be able to take any weight what so ever. Work had a event on the Spirit of Boston. Think a decent size tour boat that goes around the bay while you have dinner, drinks and are entertained by band. The entire organization had rented out the boat for the night. I really can't do much, beside enjoy a drink and people watch. Its a bit drizzly outside, so I mostly hang out watching the band. The cruise is over and the smaller group I work in are going to get into the lobby at Rowes Wharf to decide where to go next, the night is young after all. I crutch my over there, all the while picking up moisture on the bottom of the crutches. I make it through the doors and try to crutch my way to the group over this awesome marble looking floor. It might as well had been ice for all the traction it gave the bottom of the crutches. I don't think I could have made a more classic pratfall if I tried. Think cartooni-sh depiction of slipping on a banana peel. Crutches go flying out, one good leg goes flying out, everything all akimbo. I remember the sensation of just hanging in mid air for what seemed like minutes. Then gravity did its thing. I come crashing to the ground and the last thing to smash down was the broken ankle. Hurt like hell. Then half the world rushes over to see if I am ok. At the time, I was pissed. Upset that ankle is now killing me, upset that everyone is making a scene. Now? I am wishing I had it on video, I think I could have won some money with that. (I did end up having to take a few more pain pills after that, I had just kicked them the day before)

 
When my son was just starting to learn golf, I took him to the course for practice. He had been working on hitting short and mid irons in his most recent classes. He was having a problem getting them into the air because he kept lifting his head to try to see the ball get airborne. I had seen instructors stand in front of a student and put their hand on the student's head to hold it in place during the swing. But because the range was pretty full, there was no room between my son's mat and the one in front of him.

So without thinking it through, I decided to stand behind my son and put my hand on his head to try to keep it still. I then had him hit a shot. I was able to hold his head still but the arc of his swing brought the club head of his iron right back into the crown of my head. I saw stars and it buckled my knees. When my head cleared, I reached back and found blood gushing from my scalp. Now I didn't want to scare my son and for some reason I felt like if I made a big deal about it, he might blame it on golf in general and not want to keep playing. So I excused myself to the nearby bathroom and try to stop the bleeding with paper towels. I never knew that your scalp could bleed so much. When I left the bathroom, it looked like there had been a chainsaw murder in there. I brought out a bunch of paper towels to carry with me because we had also paid for a round on the par three course.

I kept putting pressure on the cut during the round and burying the blood soaked towels in the bottom of the trash cans that we passed on the tees. My son didn't quit the golf but he remembers the event to this day and told me that he thought he had killed me when he saw all the blood I had been trying to hide.

 
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Playing flag football in college with a ton of onlookers, I jumped high to catch a pass and landed to intense pain in the back of both thighs.  Pulled both hamstrings simultaneously. 

How freaking out of shape does a 21yr old guy have to be to pull both hamstrings on a routine play?

The field was at the bottom of a hill and walking uphill was a non-starter...until I figured out walking up backwards provided some relief.  So off went this idiot walking gingerly backwards uphill, clutching both hamstrings, much to the disbelief of everyone there.

 
Just about 4 months ago we bought a new washing machine.

The delivery guys unloaded it and asked if I wanted them to unbox it.

I think I told them something like “Nah, I got it. I’m a man.”

10 minutes later, thanks to stupidity and a dull utility blade, I’m driving myself to urgent care with a sweet slice across the top of my index finger.

Only ended up with 7 stitches but just moronic.

 
10 years old. Stepped back to throw a snowball in the street and got hit by a truck’s side mirror. Gash on my temple. Still have the scar. Dumb ###

 
10 years old. Stepped back to throw a snowball in the street and got hit by a truck’s side mirror. Gash on my temple. Still have the scar. Dumb ###

 
At about 13 years old. In a rush to get out to go see Revenge of the Nerds at the movies with the guys in the neighborhood, on a slightly rainy summer day...the guys had just come thru to spray who knows what on the lawn for weeds, I'm running out of the house to dump some trash. I take a slight left on the walkway of large slates in the grass, and slip and fall, catching my knee on the corner of one of them. No pain, just picked up the trash from the small container and continued around the corner to the garage.

I came back a minute later and said to the large group of guys on the porch, "Uh, I think I need to go to the doctor." Looking down at my knee I could see a small circle of white, with a little drip of blood going down my leg. I needed 6-8 stitches, resulting in a nice little scar that is still visible almost 35 years later!

 
Senor Schmutzig said:
Went to the open house on Tuesday for my son's middle school. Was talking to the gym teacher and he said that they had to go from flag football back to two-hand-touch football because there were too many hand/wrist injuries from kids trying to grab the flags. Huh....
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I broke two fingers playing flag football about a year ago.  Went to reach for the flags and the guy leaned his hips out to the side so my middle two fingers went directly into his shorts pockets, and he immediately jump cut back against me, bending my fingers completely in the other direction. 

And shorts with pockets are supposed to be banned. 

 
The story of one of my finer moments.  I came into my house to grab a bottle of armor all so that I could shine up the tires on my car that I had just washed.  On my way back to going outside to work on the car--I drop the bottle of armor all on the tile floor--which caused the spray top to come off and allow the armor all to get on the tile.   I get several towels and wipe all the armor all up--but the area where it was on the tile still felt slippery (one of the fine traits of armor all).  I make an announcement to everybody else in the house to use caution walking near that slippery spot and everybody paid attention.  However, apparently my own memory seemed to fail me as literally 5 minutes later as I was walking through the house--I walk through the slippery spot, completely lose my footing and land right on my tail bone.  The embarrassment was more painful than the physical pain (which was excruciating). 

 
Which one?

1) almost tore my eyelid off when i was 5 playing with a children's toy

2) my older brother chasing me, i ran into a brick wall. almost tore my other eyelid off (age 7)

3) lost my balance while taking off a pair of pants in a changing room. punctured wound from falling over on a nail (age 9)

4) tore an inch of muscle from the underside of my chin when i hit a gym floor (age 10).

 
Played some rec league basketball at the Y in high school.  Got pissed about being called for a foul and kicked a folding chair.  I got ejected but I couldn’t even walk out of the gym.  

Was on crutches for a few weeks.  

 
Got pissed after missing two layups in a pickup game so I punched the mat behind the goal.  Unfortunately that mat was about as thick as a tissue paper and I basically punched a block wall.

Boxer's break in my left hand.  Shame plus a $1500 deductible for surgery.  Not sure why I used my left (right-handed), but was the only good thing as my wrist was immobile for several weeks.

 
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One summer when I was in HS, my girlfriend went on a three week trip to Europe. Being the amazing boyfriend that I was, I had gotten her some welcome home gifts - a necklace, some flowers, this little cactus she wanted, things like that. The day she was due back, I went to her house and arranged all the gifts on her bed to surprise her when she got home.

That night, I pick her up from the airport and bring her to her house. Her parents weren't home and we were both hormone crazed teenagers, so things got hot and heavy as soon as we got in the door. We finally make it up to her room and have been too busy to turn on any of the lights. We jump onto the bed, onto what I thought was an empty spot, but no - I fall directly on the ####### cactus. Spent the rest of the night extracting needles from my back. 

 
College Rubgy postgame party: game was standing behind a dude on a barstool holding a spoon but acting like it was in your mouth, then when the song stopped you’d wail him in the top of the head with the spoon.

i was #### faced and missed the instructions so I actually did it with my mouth.  Cracked my tooth real good and it’s cracked to this day, 18 years later.

 
Had just moved to NC, so i wasn’t too up on the clay soil.  New neighborhood, was walking my old dog in a rain storm, really slow pace, i slipped on the clay on a gradual slope, felt myself to airborne, like in a cartoon.  It happened fast, but i felt like i was in slow motion, high in the air and out of control, i landed badly on my right leg and for a brief moment, thought i may have theismaned my leg.  i felt for the protruding bone, but nothing.  no cell phone and i was around the corner from my house, i held the leash and dragged myself home.  went to ER and my own ortho.  suffered the highest of high ankle sprains, maybe 3-4 inches below my knee, along with an avulsion fracture of ankle.  boot for 9 months, off and on another 6 months.  took me 2 specialists to find the avulsion.  6 mos. of PT.  guy who found it said it’s a high impact injury, am i sure i didn’t hurt myself alpine skiing.  lol.

nope, just slow walking the beagle.

 
When I was very young (in my early 20s), I was run over by my own car.  I was with a date driving around Cumberland Falls, Ky, and I pulled over to take a leak.  I opened the door and stood at the door doing my business, but forgot to put the car fully into park.  It slipped out of park and started rolling backwards and knocked me down and the bottom of the driver side door ran over my face, doing a lot of damage.  I quickly jumped up and got into the car and put the car in park before it ran over an embankment on the other side of the road.  Luckily for me and Amy there wasn't another car coming down the road, as it was about 2 in the morning.  She laughed at me hysterically. 

 
On a golfing trip with a bunch of guys. The hotel bathroom toilet was lower than mine at home. Sat down to take a smash and when I didn't hit the seat at my usual height I flinched and threw my back out.

 
JohnnyU said:
When I was very young (in my early 20s), I was run over by my own car.  I was with a date driving around Cumberland Falls, Ky, and I pulled over to take a leak.  I opened the door and stood at the door doing my business, but forgot to put the car fully into park.  It slipped out of park and started rolling backwards and knocked me down and the bottom of the driver side door ran over my face, doing a lot of damage.  I quickly jumped up and got into the car and put the car in park before it ran over an embankment on the other side of the road.  Luckily for me and Amy there wasn't another car coming down the road, as it was about 2 in the morning.  She laughed at me hysterically. 
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Because your dong was still out, right?

 
bryhamm said:
Because your dong was still out, right?
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No, but regardless, thinking back on it, it was very funny.  It could have turned out a lot worse in so many angles.  I'll never forget that moment.

Edited:  Actually I don't remember if I had finished or not.

 
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My sophomore yr in HS i got between a foot & a soccer ball and got kicked pretty good in the side of my head. Concussion, no biggie 'cept my brain is improperly suspended in my skull (got stenosis too, whole nerve system is screwy) which meant that the swelling caused any jarring movement of my head to concuss the equal and opposite side of my thinkbox, and so on and so on and so on. So i spent 3 weeks in cervical traction (and that was pretty primitive thing in the late 60s) for a fluky accident.

That's not the embarassing part. One day not long after my recovery, i got off the school bus with my crummy, cootie-filled li'l sister. Kids entered the Pissah house from school or play by the garage so they could de-muddify before entering my mother's laminated charmcastle She arrived before i did so lifted the garage door and was holding it for me to enter. The full view of her stoopit pimply face, her generally ridiculous manner & exterior and the ten seconds i had to cook up an insult made my characterization of her cruddiness particularly piquant as i passed. She responded by closing the garage door squarely atop my noggin. Three more weeks of cervical traction. Stupid sister....

 
Around 10 years old....playing with a bunch of friends in the woods and I needed to take a leak.  Got stung in the balls by a wasp.

7th or 8th grade....my friend and I were helping my Mom with mulch.  After we dumped it in the backyard we would run as fast as we could and jump the wheelbarrow on the corner of the sidewalk.  Well the little guard in front of the wheel caught the sidewalk and the wheelbarrow and I went flying.  My shin really hurt and I look and have this triangle wound about an inch on each side, but only one side is attached so it was kind of flopping around and blood is everywhere.  It must of been really loud because three neighbors were there in what seemed like 5 seconds.  Got around 20 stitches and own that wheelbarrow now.

About ten years ago(30 years old) I fell asleep on the chair watching tv.  When I woke up around 3am my leg was asleep.  I get up and take a few steps and seem fine.  After the next step I hit the floor like a ton of bricks.  It was so loud that it woke my ex and son up...who was only one and he started crying.  So I get up thinking I'm ok and go to bed.  When I wake up my ankle is blown up and hurting like a mf.  I had a severely sprained ankle and after that healed my foot was still hurting.  I have something called Morton's neuroma.

 
I got 2.

My glorious football career ended in 9th grade with a torn ACL......from jumping on a trampoline.

I just got finished paying off a $1300 emergency room bill from drunkenly almost slicing my thumb off. That one is embarrassing because my job relies on knife skills. I've got good safe technique and good speed. One night I was at home grilling some burgers. For the buns, I'd had some unsliced kaiser rolls in the freezer, but forgot to pull them to thaw. I decided to thaw them on the grill, and more importantly, decided they needed to be sliced, while still frozen. For that, I grabbed my razor sharp 8" Victorinox, fresh off a nice sharpening on 1000 grit whetstone. Picked the damn kaiser roll up in my left hand, started to make the cut, with the knife pointed right into the palm of my hand. The rest is pretty simple to predict. 5 stitches at the base of my thumb. The doc did keep mentioning how impressed he was with what a nice, clean cut it was. 

 
Maybe not the most embarrassing, but the most recent:

Earlier this summer I was cutting my yard, & was in a hurry to finish. While cutting the sidewalk area, I stepped off the curb into the street to turn the mower around  & planted my foot on the uneven pavement, rolling my ankle pretty badly.

What did I do first? Get out of the street? Nope. Check my ankle? Negative. First thing I did was swivel my head & scan the area from side to side to see if any of my neighbors had seen me fall. My pride was fine, but damn my foot hurt.

I jumped up, hobbled back to the yard, & sat down. Ankle had already puffed up,  & I was almost finished mowing. So, I limped the mower around the yard, finished up, and sat on the back deck for the rest of the afternoon drinking  beer with my leg propped up. Missed a day of work, then rolled it again the following week while taking a shortcut off the front doorstep across the flowerbed.

My ankle took about a month to stop hurting.

 
I was at work and had to ... go poo.  Sat down in the stall and all the sudden the incredibly heavy stall door came crashing down on me, smashed into my shoulder and pinned me into the wall. Not sure if the hinge was faulty or just not installed right (it was a state office so probably was half-assed). 

Injury turned out to be pretty minor, just bruising but it hurt pretty bad at first. Just in case I filled out an injury report questionnaire... my favorite was questions like "What was the employee doing at the time of injury?" and asking my boss how descriptive I needed to be. 

 
IrishTwinkie said:
This happened years ago, just out of school, freshly hired into a group of equally young professionals. In the damaging pride vein:

I had broken my ankle a week before. The swelling is still high and so I am still in the splint that I got for the treatment for the break. I am still dependent on crutches to get around as there is zero chance the splint to going to be able to take any weight what so ever. Work had a event on the Spirit of Boston. Think a decent size tour boat that goes around the bay while you have dinner, drinks and are entertained by band. The entire organization had rented out the boat for the night. I really can't do much, beside enjoy a drink and people watch. Its a bit drizzly outside, so I mostly hang out watching the band. The cruise is over and the smaller group I work in are going to get into the lobby at Rowes Wharf to decide where to go next, the night is young after all. I crutch my over there, all the while picking up moisture on the bottom of the crutches. I make it through the doors and try to crutch my way to the group over this awesome marble looking floor. It might as well had been ice for all the traction it gave the bottom of the crutches. I don't think I could have made a more classic pratfall if I tried. Think cartooni-sh depiction of slipping on a banana peel. Crutches go flying out, one good leg goes flying out, everything all akimbo. I remember the sensation of just hanging in mid air for what seemed like minutes. Then gravity did its thing. I come crashing to the ground and the last thing to smash down was the broken ankle. Hurt like hell. Then half the world rushes over to see if I am ok. At the time, I was pissed. Upset that ankle is now killing me, upset that everyone is making a scene. Now? I am wishing I had it on video, I think I could have won some money with that. (I did end up having to take a few more pain pills after that, I had just kicked them the day before)
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This one reminded me of another one.

I had torn a ligament and tendon in my right ankle and was on crutches.  Once a week I would take my team out to lunch which we would normally walk to (lots of places near work).  On the day we normally go to lunch, one of the guys that works for me brings in a wheelchair.  Long story short, on the way back from lunch, the small wheel in the front right gets stuck in a crack, tilting the whole chair forward.  All the weight of this lever comes down on my foot.  I saw stars there was so much pain.  This also bent both the front wheels rendering them unusable.  Rather than being smart and having someone go get a car, we decided they would just tilt me backwards and roll me home on those wheels.  Well, literally 5 steps into getting going again, the dude drops me and the chair falls backwards smacking my head into the concrete.  I went home after that.

 
Dentist said:
Was hot tubbing with a few hot chicks (and a few dudes) at my home.. was wasted.   This was an above the ground tub with wooden stairs leading up to it.

I stepped out of the tub and unbeknownst to me the wood was rotting badly..  i stepped on the step, it collapsed and i fell to the ground and crushed my back..  badly bruised and scraped up, a scar that took a couple years to heal.

Embarassing
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At least it was you and not a guest. You would never be able to retire.  :D

 
Kanil said:
This one reminded me of another one.

I had torn a ligament and tendon in my right ankle and was on crutches.  Once a week I would take my team out to lunch which we would normally walk to (lots of places near work).  On the day we normally go to lunch, one of the guys that works for me brings in a wheelchair.  Long story short, on the way back from lunch, the small wheel in the front right gets stuck in a crack, tilting the whole chair forward.  All the weight of this lever comes down on my foot.  I saw stars there was so much pain.  This also bent both the front wheels rendering them unusable.  Rather than being smart and having someone go get a car, we decided they would just tilt me backwards and roll me home on those wheels.  Well, literally 5 steps into getting going again, the dude drops me and the chair falls backwards smacking my head into the concrete.  I went home after that.
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winnah

 
1. I broke a metatarsal jumping trying to reach the rope pull for the attic in a garage.  I had shoes on and landed normally and everything... I guess I was just fragile. 

2. Pinched a nerve in my neck towel-drying my hair after a shower.  Ugh. 

 
In 3rd grade a classmate held a sharpened pencil straight up on my seat when I went to sit down. Pencil stabbed me in my upper leg/lower buttocks. I had to get 5 stitches and a tetanus shot. 

 
my bird wanted a new bathroom toilet so that is what she got well i took the old one to the dump and i decided i would be cool and show off for all of the other dump brohans because everyone knows that impressing guys at the dump is where it is at so first i threw the tank as far as i could and it went far because that is pretty light and it is easy to grab and it smashed and i got a couple laughs well then i threw the bowl which is a lot heavier and it not go far or smash but i did majorly hurt my back and went down in a crumpled heap and had to crawl in to my car and drive away and driving away in the piles of crap i drive is embarassing enough but its even worse when you just couched yourself chuckin around a crapper take that to the bank bromigos 

 
ONE : I think I was 12 or 13.  I had a Huffy Monoshock bike which, if you're unfamiliar with the Huffy Monoshock, it "looked" like a BMX bike but it was to cool BMX bikes pretty much what the AMC Pacer was to sports cars, fat, slow and stupid.  And, unfortunately, when you're 12 or 13 years old, if it's YOUR bike then it's the BEST bike on the planet. . . except it wasn't.  Anyway, all my buddies have their cool BMX bikes out or they had modified their bikes for jumping ramps and they've got a ramp set up to do some "sweet jumps."  Never mind the fact that I'm a good 50lbs heavier than the rest of them AND I've got a pig of a bike with a flat seat that slopes backwards, ooof.

So, I build up speed, I hit the ramp and I almost instantly go face down just as soon as I exit the ramp except I hit knee first, I have a huge gash in my knee, big flap of thick skin hanging off and I wobble (in complete humiliation and defeat) into the house with blood streaming down my leg.  I can still hear the howling of laughter to this day in the background and I'm pretty sure 3 or 4 of the guys were literally rolling on the ground in delight.  It was a pretty nasty wound, lots of blood, complete with rocks embedded in it from the gravel and to this day I not only have a scar from it but I have no feeling in that 50 cent piece sized scar on top of my knee.  So, I hunt down my Mom and, well to paint the complete picture, I'm #5 of 5 children, the last one, the baby.  If you look at the family photo album, there's one million photos of my older siblings and I think 6 of me. :)   Anyway, my Mom takes a look at it and says "yeah, listen honey I'm running late for work (she was a nurse working the late shift) put some rubbing alcohol on it, keep it elevated and use one of those big bandaids on it from the medicine cabinet. I love you, I'll see you when I get home from work, don't fight with your brother and don't wake up your Dad. . . okay. . . and keep that cleaned out, you don't want to get it infected."    Man I got crap about that jump fail all the way into high school.  "Remember that time you flipped that stupid Huffy Monoshock you had?  That was awesome. . . do you still have that bike?" 

TWO : The other one was more of a bruised ego thing.  I walk in from the parking lot at work.  It had snowed like crazy.  I decided to wear my shoes with the boot like pattern on the bottom because, well, snow.  Little did I know they trapped water.  The cleaning crew waxed the floors over the weekend.  There were carpet mats everywhere, I stamped my feet pretty thoroughly and I thought I had my shoes dried off pretty well.  So I walk into the office, down the hall, down the next hall and into my cube.  I grab my coffee cup and head over to the coffee maker.  By this time, I had walked all on either carpet mats or carpeting and I would estimate at least 15 - 20 minutes has passed since my shoes had been wet.  Plenty of time to dry right?  Bzzzzt.  Wrong.  I take my first step off a carpet mat and onto the freshly waxed floor in the company kitchen and I go ### over tin cups in front of at least 15 of my co-workers.  The look on the one woman's face was pure shock and horror, honestly, I immediately got up and apologized to her because I (honest to God) thought she was going to start crying, not crying from laughter, like she really looked upset for me.  The guys I work with had a good laugh after they found out I was okay but uh, yeah, the only thing I bruised was my ego.

 
Got drunk. Punched a wall and broke 2 metacarpals in my left hand.

Sometime later (not sure how many days), thought it was a good idea to see if I could get my casted hand into my hockey glove and get out onto the ice. Couldn't really handle the puck, but could still run into people. By then the cast had loosened because the swelling had gone down. The bones became unset and now I have a bump where the bones eventually healed and my ring finger on that hand goes off in a different angle than normal.

It's always good to follow up one dumb decision with another.

 
Sullie said:
ONE : I think I was 12 or 13.  I had a Huffy Monoshock bike which, if you're unfamiliar with the Huffy Monoshock, it "looked" like a BMX bike but it was to cool BMX bikes pretty much what the AMC Pacer was to sports cars, fat, slow and stupid.  And, unfortunately, when you're 12 or 13 years old, if it's YOUR bike then it's the BEST bike on the planet. . . except it wasn't.  Anyway, all my buddies have their cool BMX bikes out or they had modified their bikes for jumping ramps and they've got a ramp set up to do some "sweet jumps."  Never mind the fact that I'm a good 50lbs heavier than the rest of them AND I've got a pig of a bike with a flat seat that slopes backwards, ooof.

So, I build up speed, I hit the ramp and I almost instantly go face down just as soon as I exit the ramp except I hit knee first, I have a huge gash in my knee, big flap of thick skin hanging off and I wobble (in complete humiliation and defeat) into the house with blood streaming down my leg.  I can still hear the howling of laughter to this day in the background and I'm pretty sure 3 or 4 of the guys were literally rolling on the ground in delight.  It was a pretty nasty wound, lots of blood, complete with rocks embedded in it from the gravel and to this day I not only have a scar from it but I have no feeling in that 50 cent piece sized scar on top of my knee.  So, I hunt down my Mom and, well to paint the complete picture, I'm #5 of 5 children, the last one, the baby.  If you look at the family photo album, there's one million photos of my older siblings and I think 6 of me. :)   Anyway, my Mom takes a look at it and says "yeah, listen honey I'm running late for work (she was a nurse working the late shift) put some rubbing alcohol on it, keep it elevated and use one of those big bandaids on it from the medicine cabinet. I love you, I'll see you when I get home from work, don't fight with your brother and don't wake up your Dad. . . okay. . . and keep that cleaned out, you don't want to get it infected."    Man I got crap about that jump fail all the way into high school.  "Remember that time you flipped that stupid Huffy Monoshock you had?  That was awesome. . . do you still have that bike?" 
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Did you ever get stitches? Is your mom a psychiatric nurse rather than a medical nurse? I’ve heard of parents that were tough on their kids, but yikes, your mamma is hard core!

 
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