Robbed from arrse thought some of the post where funny.
Mine was about a year ago i was in work carrying a cast iron table sliped on some wet and crushed 5 bones in my hand. The thing that made it worth the pain was when the Â£3,000 cheque came through the letter box
1 - When I was a kid, in traction in Hossie. When they removed the tape/plaster/whatever the hell it was, it took 3 layers of skin with it. To this day my legs look like an advert for inmac - OH very jealous :lol:
2 - About 8 years ago at Rolls-Royce, ruptured 2 discs in base of spine. Spent a week laying on the floor + treatment by a sadist(Oteopath) - back never been right since
Having the "chop"
1. Long, thin f**k off hypodermic needle goes right into yer bollards
2. Arched my back off the "Day Case" operating table like I was possessed by Satan in 'The Exorcist'
3. Doctor (who had a face like Skeletor) smiles sweetly as I eventually straighten my spinal column back out
4. "And now - for your Starboard Goolie", says he.
5. Folk who say it don't hurt are lyin' barstewards! :lol:
Putting my back out at work whilst carrying the usual "He/She" cant walk type fatties. Dropped the chair on the deck and was rolling about on the floor. Patient wasn't interested, just wanted another pie the fat fuck!! :evil: :evil:
Injuring my back in an RTC in 1997 (again) put pay to any hope of carrying on with my military career. :cry: :cry:
Paddling the river dulais in my kayak, ran a rapid, capsized and hit a large submerged boulder. Rolled the boat ok but broke 3 ribs during the altercation with the rock. 8O
I had an ingrowing hair on my right knacker sack. It was so swollen they could not use a local and the RN doc thought a general anaesthetic was not required, so he used some of that freeze spray stuff, but by the time he cut into the resulting pus filled cyst that had worn off.
At this point I would like to appologise to Babs, the lovely Quarn who mopped my fevered brow, for my language.
The only good part about this was that the pus was under such pressure it sprayed up over his nice white shirt and face. (I'm sure he swallowed some) :lol:
After much more squezing to get the last of the pus out, and I might add some more fairly ripe language about his parentage from me, he packed the hole with a disinfectant soaked wick. Yes you guessed it more profanity.
I will now only see a so called naval surgeon if I'm dieing as the nice civvy doc put me out before he did the 3" cyst on my arse.