What has been your scariest injury?

[reecejackox]

I would say falling of the slide when I was a child , worried I was unable to get up and walk.

 

[NannyBeBe]

Tearing my rotator cuff while climbing over a chain link fence.

 

[BlueStarryHat]

I broke my upper arm clean in half while walking my nephew's dog in August 2019. Luckily, my sister was with me when I tripped and fell. When I sat up my arm just felt sort of *sponge-y* and wobbled back and forth- I couldn't move my lower arm at all. I was casted for a week and then I had surgery to implant a titanium rod, which I will have for the rest of my life. Arm still aches now and probably always will. I have somewhat limited range of motion in it, too. Luckily, it was my right arm because I'm left-handed.

 

[Luv Bunnies]

About 15 years ago, I stepped off a curb, not knowing there was a hard, green pinecone in the gutter. I stepped on it, twisted my ankle and fell forward onto my knees. I was immediately sure I had broken my ankle. I called DH to come and scrape me off the pavement. Then I called my dad to talk to me while I was waiting. My dad thought I was going into shock and kept telling me to stay positive and try not to freak out. Turned out not to be broken and the ER doctor sent me home with a brace, crutches, ice and orders to see a specialist. An MRI later revealed 2 1/2 torn ligaments and bone marrow edema. He advised me to keep all weight off my ankle for 8-12 weeks to let the bone marrow heal or the bone could die. I spent a lot of time in a chair with my foot up, which was hard because my kids were in 1st and 4th grade at the time. My mom came over during the day and did my housework. My daily outing was crutching out to the car and driving a few blocks to pick up my kids at school. Otherwise, I did a lot of knitting and memorized the daytime TV schedule. My ankle eventually healed just fine, but it was a slow and scary process.

 

[tazdev3225]

I have had a lot of injuries that were worrisome at the time or really dumb, but the 2 most recent scariest injuries were in January 2020, I should have known it was an omen for the year to come.

New Year's Day I was taking my first shower in a week, don't judge I had been really sick with a very high fever. As I was reaching for my towel the dog chased the new kitten into the bathroom and startled me; I fell. It was a scene from a commercial "Help I've fallen and I can't get up!". My husband was sick with whatever I had and that combined with his issues from his strokes he couldn't help me at all. It took some maneuvering but I eventually managed to get up. I had 2 or 3 cracked/bruised ribs, and they were painful especially since I was still coughing a lot from whatever I had. I also had the deepest purple bruise on my rear that I have ever seen.

Two weeks later I was getting onto plates when the kitchen cabinet fell out of the wall onto me. I was holding 50+ pounds of cabinet and dishes on my chest and thumb. My husband was taking one dish at a time off me. I finally told him to throw them for all I cared I was in pain. Somehow I didn't break anything just had a really bad soft tissue injury to my hand and a bruise on my chest to match my butt. My husband decided to try and pick the glass out of his food and eat it while I was gone. Thankfully my son had stopped by and stopped him. That could have been REALLY scary.

They were both scary because the injuries could have been so much worse, even more so if they had happened to my husband. The bathroom now is a walk-in shower and the new kitchen goes in this week. Covid made it hard to get things done.

 

[PigletsPal2]

It wasn't an injury (at least I don't think it was the result of an injury) but I was diagnosed with a brain tumor at age 60.
I asked the surgeon to promise me three things: that the anesthesia would last as long as the surgery, that I wouldn't wake up with tubes up my nose or down my throat, and that he would remove the part of my brain that made me overeat. Two out of three ain't bad.

 

[DVCjj]

Serious 3 bone ankle break from full weight falling on it and twisting it when fainted from the flu. Only weigh 125 lbs but necessitated long surgery and 45 PT sessions.

Bad, long recovery and fear I wouldn't walk on it again. The hardware still bothers me 8 years later but blessed to be able to walk.

 

[ksanftleben]

It happened about four years ago, and the injury itself wasn't bad at all. I scratched my right calf on some brambles while clearing brush alongside a stairway in our backyard that leads to a boat dock. I didn't think much about it at the time, just wiped away the blood with my hand.

A day or two later, I had a temperature, chills, dizziness, and my wife thought I was a little confused. It was a Sunday, and she wanted me to go to a nearby doc-in-the-box; I wanted to take a few aspirins, suck it up, and then see our family practitioner the next day. That didn't happen. Within a couple of hours, my fever was sky-high, and I was shivering badly, so she took me to the ER instead. I was admitted immediately and ended up spending the next week in the hospital. It was sepsis, and they traced the original infection to the scratch on my leg. Thank goodness they caught it fairly early, and I never needed to go to the ICU.

 

[Mrs. Ciz]

I tore the medial meniscus in my right knee 9 years ago due to a regular running program for weight control. I had it trimmed, rehabbed and moved on. Then 3 years later, I tripped over a door jam at my school and tore the medial meniscus in my left knee. That tear got stuck in my knee joint and was super painful. So I had it trimmed, rehabbed and moved on.

Fast forward 8 years - arthritis had gone wild in both repaired areas and both medial menisci were gone, eaten/worn away. At 54 I was bone on bone in both knees. So in July 2020 I had both knees replaced simultaneously. It was a very difficult surgery followed by 12 weeks of rehab. It takes a full year to get full range of motion and completely recover. I am now almost 8 months into that year long recovery.

BUT...
Last week I went to see my surgeon because while my leg looked normal, I was concerned about slight lower leg swelling, tenderness, decreased range of motion and slight redness in my lower right leg. My school nurse was worried I had a blood clot/DVT. Turns out it’s not a clot. It’s much worse. My knee implant is infected and the infection has moved into my femur and tibia bones. Thank God I went to get it checked out. Now I’m looking at a minimum 16 week, 2 stage surgical process. On Thursday the implant will be removed and replaced with a cement antibiotic block. I’ll have to use a walker as my leg will be immobilized in a hip to ankle brace for 8 weeks while my knee joint is missing, and I’ll have 6 weeks of IV antibiotic treatments during that time. Then if the infection is 1000% gone, I’ll have to have a new knee replacement surgery followed by PT, which is another 8 week recovery. And we hope to God that this infection hasn’t already moved to my good left knee implant.

Originally I had the knee replacements so I could get my mobility and my life back. I will hopefully eventually get both back, but it’s going to take a long, long time.

 

[low-key]

I got cut up real bad on barb wire fence while fleeing the FBI

 

[Kittyblue]

I got cut up real bad on barb wire fence while fleeing the FBI

Bet I got more barb wire scars than you do

 

[winterwhite]

I broke three ribs and a shoulder when a horse fell on me in a riding accident.

When it happened, I was actually 100% sure I had broken my pelvis. That turned out to be fine, it was the rest of me that wasn't.

I was told later that people who witnessed the accident thought I had died.

 

[TraceyDisney2008]

Fell and broke my ankle at Disney, flew home to Canada three days later. That combination caused a 16 inch DVT/Blood clot, that a doc found because I mentioned the back of my knee hurt. That doc saved my life, had me in the hospital 20 minutes later.

 

[RangerPooh]

Falling down a flight of stairs at work. Broke a rib and had scrapes and bruises all over.

 

[hulagirl87]

My very first memory.... cracked my head open on the corner of a wall when I was 2. My mom could see into my head. I got 23 stitches. I can still see it clear as day, running through the house to tell her I hit my head, but completely unaware how bad it was.