Heh... where to start?
I have had the top of my right index finger chopped off and sewn back on, my nose broken, my left arm broken, my left leg broken and my right ankle broken aswell.
1) The finger happened when I was just two years old, so thankfully I can't remember it, but when I asked my mum if she knew why I had a scar on my right index finger (it is slightly malformed) she told me that the top of it got cut off (apart from a bit of skin) when it got caught in the way of a very large and heavy window that my mum was closing.
2) The nose happened when I was 7. Was having a race up and down the playground at school with a friend of mine, looked to the side to see where he was, and I was ahead! Looked back round, and went SMACK, nose first straight into the chest of another friend of mine, who for a 7 year old was very well built. I bounced off, landed on my back (the back of my head bounced on the concrete a few times) and then proceeded to cry my eyes out for the next 10 mins. Got taken to the nurse who sent me home, got taken up to hospital where I had to have an operation to straighten my nose up and got 3 weeks off school! (yay!). To this day I have no bone in my nose. Which comes in handy when beered up chavs decide it's a fun idea to throw a nearly full can of beer into your face... but that's a different story.
3) My arm I did while playing football when I was 10. I was the goalie, a guy had a piledriver of a shot heading for the top left corner and I dived to save it. Managed to save it but landed damned awkwardly on my arm and cracked the little bit that sticks out just before your wrist. Was in a plaster cast for 6 weeks with that one.
4) This is the most serious of them all... At my secondary school (yes another one in school) we had this thing in the playing fields we called "The Mound." It's simply a small 10ft high or so lump of dirt sticking out of the ground with grass all over it. I was in year 7 at the time (12 years old) and the game at lunch time would be to run on top of the mound and see how long you could last on top of the mound before the year 10s and year 11s (15 and 16 year olds) pushed you off. Well I was on top of the mound one break time and suddenly realised I was the only one left on top of the mound. Deciding to run off of my own accord, I ran off into some long grass that was on one side of it. One thing I didn't see was that for some reason in this long grass there was a load of bricks hiding... Now bear in mind I am running damn fast having just run off a very steep hill, and I put my left foot out to turn round. Longer story short: my foot hits a brick side-on, the foot bone stops dead but one of the two bones in my left leg (cant remember which one - it's the inside one... DocBot will probably know which is which) pops out of its place, and sticks right out (though fortunately not piercing the skin - or it would have been damned messy). I end up in a shitty heap on the floor in immense amounts of pain, a couple of teachers come running over and then you get the massive crowds of people wondering what is going on. One fire alarm to disperse the crowd in the school and an ambulance ride (doped up on the gas stuff they give you to numb the pain a bit - that was some GOOD SHIT!
) later, i'm in hospital with a brace on my leg with my mum telling me I have what looks like a tennis ball under my skin and that I am going to have an operation to put the bone back in. On further inspection, they found that I also smashed the growth plate that I had there, inbetween the leg bones and my foot... but that I had one further up my leg that should (and it has, btw) take over the work of the lower one.
Was in a heavy plaster cast for 6 weeks, off school for 7 and grew to hate daytime tv with a passion. Also didn't like my English teacher who kept sending work home for me...
5) Had my right ankle broken for me while playing football (anyone seeing a pattern here???). Was a long time ago now, but in the 2002 World Cup, Ronaldinho got sent off while playing for Brazil (duh) against England for a tackle he did on Danny Mills, where he essentially stamped on the guys ankle. That happened to me while playing 5 a side football about 2 weeks after that match happened (coincidence?) but I got permanantly damaged ankle ligaments and a chipped ankle bone out of it... Was in a light plaster cast for 4 and a half weeks... The fun part? The day AFTER I did my ankle in I had my first AS level exam... fun! As the head examiner at my college said when I talked to him in the morning about needing a couple of special arrangements due to my leg being in plaster, "There's always one isn't there?"
Incidentally, this happened during a 5-a-side match and that match it happened in was the opposing team's first ever match together at that place. They still play (and so does the guy who did my leg in) and are in our league still so the matches we play are normally a little violent...
6) ok not listed above but thought I would list it for comic value... Basically nearly 3 years ago when I started University after our Fresher's Ball, a group of 4 of us, after getting back to our Halls, decided to go back out and see if we could find a kebab shop that was open (bear in mind we had been in Southampton for just 1 week by this point). There was myself and another guy, and 2 girls. After 5 mins, the girls told us boys to run off ahead so they didnt have to walk as far. So myself and Steve (the other guy) started running... Steve could run faster than me however and I had trouble keeping up. In an effort to keep up, I kept leaning forward, but eventually (remember I am also drunk in this scenario) I leaned forward too far and went sliding down the pavement. Ended up with a massive graze covering half of the lower part of my right arm, irrepairably damaging the £25, never-before-worn shirt I was wearing, and also damaging my mobile phone (though it still worked). Thank god I was drunk, as I went back to my halls, got a wet sponge and just wiped it right along this graze to clear out all the dirt and crap in it. Didn't hurt a bit! Did in the morning though... at 7am on a Sunday morning I hopped on a bus to Southampton General Hospital and managed to watch 3 and a half episodes of Yu-Gi-Oh on the TV in the waiting room before I was seen to. Got the wound dressed, which I kept on for a couple of days and then took it off.
I still have a scar on my right arm now, though it isn's that pronounced anymore... but it's still visible and a reminder to myself that I should never run when I am drunk...
PS this has to be my longest post ever!!!
