Crazy near injury.

[Mabs2]

My uncle had a very large commercial breaker box arc flash on him a few months (a year?) ago in Elizabeth City's KFC.
His arms were very badly toasted but he's made a full recovery.

Then a month or two ago my dad's hand got pulled into his printing press's rollers.  Grinded the top layer of skin off and was very similar to a burn.

Worst I've had is a very annoying freon burn that made my hand barely usable for two days.

[brimic]

Never too late...

Long story short:
Wrestling around with my son when he was 2 years old. Caught a fingernail right dead center in my field of vision in my right eye. Went to eye doc. Has the eye hosed out then had some sort of red dye put in my eye so he could scope it. It was weird having the red dye coming out of my nose for the next hour. Had to put steroid drops in my eye for the next 6 months and antibiotic drops for 3 months. Looking through my eye seemed like there was a smudge of vaseline on the lens. Sometimes I'd wake up in the morning, my eye would be dry, and the crescent shaped flap of cornea would detach when I opened my eye. Itched like hell. Took well over a year to fully heal, and almost 2 years before my vision was almost back to where it was before the incident.

Only positive outcome was that it improved my shooting with iron sights. I had to focus on the front sight because I could not see the target downrange very well, let alone try to focus on it.

[Perd Hapley]

My dad was, um, welding or something I forget the details.  Anyway, he was carrying a red hot pokey-thing from A to B, and slipped on ice.  He jabbed the thing into his thigh, giving himself a nicely cauterized wound.

[Mabs2]

One time in brazing class I soldered two small lengths of copper pipe together, picked them up with a pair of pliers and threw them into a pile of copper pipes to my left.  I briefly rummaged through a small pile of pipes on the right for suitable candidates for the next joint but couldn't find one, reached into the pile to my left and guess what the first thing my hand met was.

[Strings]

I broke my collarbone while running away from a sorority girl. That count for anything?

[Headless Thompson Gunner]

I broke my collarbone while running away from a sorority girl. That count for anything?

Why would you run away from a sorority girl?

[Azrael256]

My only good one was a ratchet suddenly stripping while pulling off a brake caliper bolt.  My right thumb slammed into something sharp.  I still have the scar.  I'm lucky it didn't destroy the nail.

Strangely, my only thought at the time was how vividly RED the blood looked against the black brake dust that covered my hand.  I probably only lost a teaspoon of blood, but I swear it looked like a gallon of it pouring out.

[Strings]

We were playing a capture the flag tournament. I went to dodge around her, my feet slipped out from under me, and I went butt over teakettle. Stood up, and found out my collarbone had turned into collarbones...

[Antibubba]

Hmm...how was the pay?   

I don't actually remember - I think it was about $10 per hour.

Which, after the Israeli taxation netted you about $3, right?   

[209]

You do realize you just bumped a two plus year old thread, right?

No, I missed the date on the posts.  My bad.  But, as they say, the devil’s in the details and I wasn't paying attention.  Pesky details!

I should start a "what caliber for spam" thread! 

One day I was browsing through my favorite internet forum, when a rusty old thread suddenly came back to life and went right into my eyes. 

Now that was funny!   

[Jamisjockey]

No, I missed the date on the posts.  My bad.  But, as they say, the devil’s in the details and I wasn't paying attention.  Pesky details!

I should start a "what caliber for spam" thread! 

Now that was funny!   

Not your fault.  Spammer bumped the thread.  You replied to the spammer.  Much higher quality of spam, not just a bot.....