scaphoid injury in ma wrist...done a botched up surgery which worsened it
Minor cuncussion and a lot of whiplash at a Foxboro tourney from an utsuri goshi by an orange belted gorilla. I went for left sided ogoshi and got surprised so I didn't think of ukemi and got it strait in the forehead... either way he didn't get the point but it's not like the match went long after that.
I injured my rotator cuff last month.
Ruptured Plantaris tendon (the thing that keeps your knee from locking back when you walk.... over and over... for weeks...)
3rd TKD practice ever, had me doing too much too fast and I had terrible footwork. South half of the leg stopped rotating and everything north just kept going until people 15' away heard this terriple popping sound.
Broke my sternum at its midpoint, snapped straight through. It overlapped when it healed by a few millimeters.
-Rolled left ankle: tendons torn, entire foot turned dark red and blue-purple. Didn't get it checked out for a while, tried to walk it off.
-Right hip joint infection: presumably due to the above injury causing me to shift my weight almost entirely to the right.
-Left hip joint infection: the left foot healed, the right hip was out, weight shifted once more and caused another problem. This is when I finally went to a doctor.
I still have recurring hip joint problems; I was a stupid kid.
Broken left wrist: I was breaking concrete for a speech, and my hand sailed right through the concrete (no problem, easy break) and into the large, metal-reinforced desk beneath (big problem, relatively impossible break.) Nervous energy made me overcommit for that break. Finished the speech, iced/heated the wrist for a few days and went easy on it for a month or so. Still occasionally spikes pain if I hit it wrong.
Two roundhouse kicks to the face:
First kick, front leg, knocked me out.
Second kick, rear leg, caught me on the way down and snapped my jaw in half. Lost a couple of teeth and found that socialist health care sucks ass (sorry Canada).
2002 Mas Oyama Memorial Cup, Montreal Canada
This big guy with four arms lifted me above his head then dropped me on his knee breaking my spine! :happy4: Not really, ive only broken my nose. Damn I suck
I've been pretty lucky. Worst that ever happened to me was when i feel off a fast rope once but I only hit my head, nothing important.
Never needed hospitialization for fight-related injuries, just time for bruises to heal, etc. Couple concussions in sports, the occasional sprained ankle. Never broke a limb.
I respect it when someone loses a nut, I can't top that. But mine isn't half shabby, either.
My piéce de résistance of injuries came when I was 15 and drinking. I was with friends camping and one of them was super niave and grabbed a glowing red hot beer bottle out of the fire and threw it into the lake nearby. We realized he was too drunk so we hid the beer because he just kept on drinking. (Needless to say he woke up with one huge callus on his hand the next day.) Anyway, I had just hid the beer again when he comes walking over to me with a lantern.
For anyone who's camped away from civilization they'll know there is no city glow, so if there are no stars out due to cloud cover and no moon, it's literally pitch dark.
I get the impression he sees me, so I quickly stand up out of my mock army crawling position, turn 180 deg. around and take two steps into a dead sprint when it happens.
I ran into a tree (tamarac, specifically) the branch hit my right eye, knocked me on my ass, and I stumbled back to the campfire.
I was in intense pain and by the next morning my entire right eye's surrounding skin was bruised. So we go to the shitty townie hospital and the optometrist tells me he doesn't know what it is but has theories.
I continued to go to school for the next 9 days and deal with the pain.
I was just about to go online searching for some different colored eyepatches, to start experimenting with my newest fashion accessory, when FINALLY, an optomologist looks at my CT scan for literally five minutes and notices right away a matchstick-sized piece of the branch had actually broken off behind my eye, and was STILL there.
Suddenly I realized why I looked like Quasi-Moto and why REM sleep was torture, and how drunk I would have had to have been to miss the fact the branch penetrated the skin surrounding my eyeball and broke off behind it.
I had it removed in surgery that night, Morphine is a trip.
I still have trouble focusing at extremeeeee directions up/down left/right and if I get really wasted one eye gets kind of lazy. Beyond that the uninjured eye is still eagle eye at 20/15 in one eye and the injured eye dropped to 20/20.
Quite frankly, if I had received the injury in a fight instead of partying I would claim relation to Chuck Norris.
(I know I was really lucky and am thankful I didn't lose my eye. I have a cousin who lost an eye. I just downplay it because that was almost 10 years ago. And if we can't laugh at our own tragedies we can't really get over them etc. etc.)
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