ayoooo injury stories lesgooo, I played rugby
I have a really high pain tolerance so I'm a bad candidate for the thread, but I have had cool injuries.
My pain tolerance was proven when I just slipped over playing football in the rain and managed to land in such a way that I broke my collar bone. I must have landed essentially neck first, because I didn't break it in or around the shoulder where collar bones are supposed to break, but rather the break was about 2cm from that bit right at the base of your neck where you kinda have a hole instead of bone, on the right hand side.
Anyway, I didn't notice it was broken. Like it happened in the middle of the high school day, and then I finished my day at school, walked to the bus, rode the bus to my city, walked through my city back home, and gamed for like 3 hours. My Dad got home from work, stared at me quizzically, and went "what's that giant bump?" touching my collar bone. It hurt a little at that point when touched, which with my pain tolerance means I should've been writhing on the floor in pain. Went hospital and after scans the doctor agreed with this. I vividly remember him being confused why I wasn't screaming, since apparently it's one of the most painful breaks you can get, especially where I did it right up near the neck.
I still have a pretty big bump there because again, I don't feel pain, and teenage brains reeeeeally don't understand the point of slings unless it's pain relief. It's healed now, but not in the same shape as it should be haha.
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That's just the context injury for not feeling pain, not the cool injury itself. My cool injury was when I was playing rugby and, to be fair, made a pretty shit attempt at a tackle (I'm great at rugby tackling.... with my right shoulder. With my left shoulder you might as well be made of butter, so I've gotta try and cross in front and then launch you down and this is the downside of that lol). Because I tried to cross then switch up my alignment was way off, and I put my face right in front of the lad when he was running full pelt, his knee coming up to meet my face as I horizontally charged into him, so it was a full on crash from 2 different angles at 2 different speeds, but both with a lot of power.
This caused what's called a trapdoor fracture on my left eye socket. My eye socket cleanly broke on one side but not the other. If you haven't stared at a skull recently, and idk why you would have, our eyes are just resting on a fairly thin bone, and beneath that thin bone is... idk, empty space? A lot of room to fall, anyway. So with one side of my eye socket no longer attached to my skull, the weight of the eye swung it down and my eye fell into my head, but then because the other side of the eye socket was still attached to the skull it formed a hinge. So after swinging down, the bone swung back up, and pinched the eye into place halfway down the inside of my face.
After telling coach I felt dizzy and was seeing double and being told to play on, I was pulled off the pitch when I soon after tried to tackle someone and just. Missed. I tackled empty air. I was trying to tackle the vision clone of the player, not the player itself, because I couldn't see anything besides the world spinning and multiple copies of a few select objects, and that was enough evidence that something was up. Got back into the changing rooms and immediately started throwing up, but like "oh every single part of moisture is trying to leave his body" throwing up, and after the game (this happened right at the start of the second half) the team came in to find me like. Dying.
...and that's the story I've been told pretty much. I was incredibly, incredibly high, the doctor told me afterwards that he thinks my brain thought I was dying and released all the chemicals and hormones it does when you die to make you chill with the whole dying thing (my life was never in danger though, to be clear) so while I somewhat remember the sensation of it and have tiny snippets of memory of the experience throughout, largely I just got really high and then woke up later all fixed up. The doc showed me the spoon he used on me too, because naturally if your eye's halfway in your head only held in place by the bone you need to fix, you've gotta do something with the eye while fixing me up, and the high tech solution we apparently have is scoop it up with a spoon and kinda hold it in place while inserting the gauze that replaced my eye socket while the bone healed up. He was, frankly, strangely gassed about the whole thing, I feel like it was a surgery he'd been waiting to do his entire life hahaha.
It was pretty high tech though, because it was like a special gauze that's safe for eyes and dissolves after 7 years. So it would've shortly dissolved for good, and now my eye's back in its lil socket properly like it never happened
I also slept for 20 hours straight after the surgery but I don't think that was medical I think I was honestly just tired lmao. I always sleep for ages after getting put under general anaesthetic, and waking up from it's the most rested I ever feel. If general anaesthetic was sold on the black market I'd prob be an addict haha.
why is this post so long wtf
Edit: Oh yeah I remembered more about why the doc was so gassed about it, and why the gauze felt noteworthy to me. This doctor LOVED this gauze, it was like some brand new version of the gauze that he'd recently convinced the hospital to buy for him and he'd just been chomping at the bit to get to use it, but eye sockets don't really break like this very often so it'd been sitting around for a while. Like buying your own Christmas present on November 1st and having to wait 2 months to actually get to use it haha.
