What stupid injury left a long lasting impact on you?

Gormadt@lemmy.blahaj.zone to Ask Lemmy@lemmy.world – 170 points –

I'll start: I tried to move a bookshelf while drunk about 6 years ago and tore a tendon in my shoulder pretty damn good. It still bothers me sometimes if I move it wrong or sleep on it wrong.

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It's a little petty, but I feel stupidest about my hearing. Cranked my music too loud and didn't wear ear protection ever when I was younger. The tinnitus gets so bad sometimes it makes me suicidal.

I have two kinds of tinnitus, the classic high pitched ringing that if I pay too much attention can swell like an orchestra, and a newer weirder kind, a low rumble that sounds like a diesel engine is in my driveway that never drives off.

I'm so sorry to hear that. I hope you find relief someday. FWIW, one of the developers of Acceptance and Commitment Therapy (an evidence-based talk therapy) has a similar story and ACT has helped him live a better life despite his tinnitus.

Broke my nose as a toddler, nobody noticed it, started breating through the mouth as nose was sealed, mouth got deformed by being always open, needed 6 face reconstruction surgeries to repair the damage of a broken nose...

I went jogging on slightly damp asphalt with my then-7yo.

I tripped on nothing and dislocated the living fuck out of my ankle, to the point that the paramedic insisted on sitting up by my head in the ambulance so she didn't have to look at it - it was indeed extremely cursed.

They said that I escaped major reconstructive surgery by grams and millimetres, but the ligament went to hell and my ankle is now only held together with chewing gum and hope.

Running more than for the bus is off the cards for the rest of my life - however I'm otherwise fine, and I go hiking at every opportunity.

but the ligament went to hell and my ankle is now only held together with chewing gum and hope.

I strive to be this eloquent one day.

Jesus reading this made me feel ill. Glad to hear you're at least able to enjoy hikes now.

A decade ago, I was riding a motorcycle and slid it sideways on some gravel in a turn. The weight of the bike crushed my ankle, shattering it to pieces, while my knee got split open.

I had a metal plate put in my ankle, my knee was stitched closed, and I was bedridden for a month while recovering. Then I was hobbling around on crutches for several more months after that.

Unfortunately, I was serving in the US military at the time and they wanted me to get back to work ASAP, so they pushed me to do physical therapy and start exercising as soon as I could. We have to maintain physical fitness standards to continue serving, so I was on a limited medical waiver and was expected to get back in shape quickly.

Part of our fitness standards included running 1.5 miles in a certain timeframe based on our age. I kept getting extensions to my medical waiver because I couldn't run, but they pushed me to hurry up and get back into running shape. Suffice to say, I was eventually able to pass my fitness test, but my ankle and knee would be throbbing in pain for the next day or two after.

A couple years later, I had the metal plate removed from my ankle, as it was restricting movement. I felt almost a jolt of pain every time I ran on that ankle. Removing the plate did make it less painful to run, but I was still barely passing my fitness tests. I just couldn't make myself run any faster, no matter how hard I tried.

On top of that, both ankles and knees started hurting. Turns out, I had been favoring the good leg so much, I was over-exerting it and causing stress. I got an MRI and they said I had worn away about 1/3rd of the cartilage in my good knee.

Eventually, my doctor gave me a cane to help with walking and before long, I found myself using it all the time. I was continually going back to my doctor to receive more advice and care, and I was in and out of physical therapy for years.

Finally, my doctor considered me for a medical board. This is a process to review one's medical ailments and decide whether they were fit to stay in the military, or if they needed to be medically discharged. My doctor asked me how close I was to retirement and I said I had 4 more years left. She then asked what job I did and I told her I worked in an IT role. She said I didn't need my legs to do that, since I sat at a desk all day long, so she recommended to the board that I continue serving on a permanent "no walk/run" medical waiver. This would mean that I'm exempt from any run or walk fitness tests and I could basically just coast to retirement as long as I could pass my other fitness requirements (pushups and situps).

I managed to make it to retirement, although the lack of cardio in my diet meant that I gained about 40 lbs in those 4 years. I used my cane pretty much every day. Fortunately, my ankle pain pretty much vanished, now that I'm no longer running all the time. It's easy to get a twinge of pain in my ankles if I'm not careful, but they don't ache regularly anymore.

Once I retired, I registered with the VA and they immediately claimed they could fix my knees with a simple operation - something the military claimed would be a fruitless endeavor. I had minor knee surgery on both of my knees last year and surprisingly, I have almost no pain now!

I no longer walk with a cane, but it's still easy to over-exert my knees and get sore/tired. I'm still within 6 months of my last surgery and they said it might take up to a year for me to fully recover, so I just need to be patient. But I'm excited at the prospect of being able to run again without pain. I'm hoping, by this summer, I'll be able to get outside and exercise more and hopefully remove these extra 40+ lbs that have been weighing me down. It's definitely not good for my knees to have extra weight on them.

Unfortunately, I'm about to turn 40 in a few months and every single one of my friends who hit 40 has claimed that that's the year their body starts aching for no reason and it starts getting harder to do simple physical tasks. So I may be on an uphill battle from here on out.

As a kid, I was extremely active. I was constantly running everywhere, climbing trees, bicycling, swimming, rock climbing, canoeing/kayaking, and just constantly bursting at the seams with energy. I had never spent a day in the gym, but I had a natural 8-pack abs just from being so physically active. The military actually made me less muscular because they told me to slow down and stop running everywhere/climbing on everything. It didn't help that I had a desk job, so I was told to sit still at my desk and work. If I wanted to exercise, they told me to go to the gym. But I hated the gym. It was so boring to just sit there and pick up/put down weights. Or run in circles on a track. I wanted an obstacle course, or something with a goal to reach, not just a boring, repetitive movement.

I was in great shape but still lost a lot of my strength/abilities while serving, because the military's idea of fitness didn't align with my own. Then my motorcycle accident severely crippled me for the rest of my service. And now, at nearly 40 years old, I'm hoping I can regain at least a little bit of that physical fitness back one day. I had built my whole life around the idea of being in excellent shape, and being crippled/broken has severely damaged my own personal image of myself. I feel like I don't even know who I am anymore; my fitness and physical activity pretty much defined my personality and without that, I've had to seriously redefine who I am, which unfortunately comes bundled with insecurities, depression, and anxiety. But I'm hopeful that I'll be able to be more active in the future.

My father walked anywhere from 2-10 miles a day just to stave off the symptoms of his Parkinson's disease and he was a huge inspiration for me. Heck, he was a local celebrity in my town; he was known as the guy who would be out walking every day, rain or shine. Unfortunately, he passed away this past Friday, finally succumbing to his Parkinson's. So it's my goal, starting this spring, to pick up his daily walks in his stead and get myself back in shape. I've been living with him for the past 2 years (in my childhood home), so it'll be easy to pick up his old route. Here's hoping I can continue to improve, even into my middle-age years.

Just to give some slight optimism in opposition to your friends, I am soon to turn 41. Its harder, but it's not impossible. Whatever you pursue, form is everything. Poor form cannot exist post 40. Technically, I am stronger than I have ever been, and yet I'm still falling apart. Don't consider the number, just do the work, and do it well. Good luck to you!

Damn bro, that's rough. Good luck with the rest of your recovery!

I never felt my hand break.

The tip of my opponent's long sword snapped into the back of my right hand, just behind the pinkie. There was no flash of incandescent pain, no stars in my sight - my mind was too focused on the swordfight. My opponent had scored a hit - and it had hurt, even through my glove - but adrenaline, as they say, is a hell of a drug.

After the tournament, it became clear that something was wrong. My hand began to swell and deform, my right pinkie levering itself inward across my palm until it was sitting at nearly 30° off true. Its nail sat jauntily behind the second knuckle of my middle finger. Making a fist was impossible.

Unfortunately, I was nineteen and had neither cash nor insurance for a doctor. So I did the next best thing - ignored it and told people it was probably just a bad sprain. When people suggested I see a doctor i responded, "What's a doctor gonna do? Tell me it's broken and take it easy? I'll save the money."

After a few weeks the swelling had gone down enough that I could finally feel the bones in my hand. Where there had once been a single line from wrist to knuckle, I could now feel an 'x'. An 'x' which had clearly spent the last few weeks knitting together at a now permanent bad angle.

It occurred to me then what a doctor would do - set it properly. But now they'd need to re-break the bone.

Unfortunately I still had neither insurance nor cash.

What I did have was a freezer full of popsicles and a small toolbox. I ate a popsicle. And then put the stick between my teeth as I braced my right hand on the table and raised a hammer in my left.

WHAM ... WHAM!

I hauled on my pinkie to pull the now-separated bones out straight then massaged them into position until things felt roughly aligned properly.

... Many years later I had health insurance and told my doctor this story and asked if he could x-ray it for me. A week later I received a letter in the mail. Inside was a printout of my hand x-ray with the healed break circled in pen. Besides the circle was a note: "Good job with the hammer".

All things considered I did a pretty good job, but it's not quite perfect. My pinkie still leans inward - just a hair. Just enough to remind me.

The kind of story that, among the modern nations, literally only happens in America.

Ha ha, yup. I love telling this story, but it's also a definite indictment of the state of medical care in the states.

Wow, impressive story. And even more impressive that you managed to rebreak it. That must've hurt so much.

...Can confirm. I had a bit of a macho steak at nineteen where I kept trying to test my pain tolerance.

I learned that I max out somewhere around taking a sword thrust to the eye. After that, I didn't feel the need to test it any more

Have a scar on my left thigh from slipping and falling onto a glass table while ranting about why ketchup on hotdogs is good actually

Was this even an argument? Tomato sauce is incredible and a staple on hotdogs and Bunnings snags. Are there anti-tomato sauce hotdog people??

Ketchup =/= tomato sauce.

Ketchup is mostly water and sugar.

Ahh fair fair. That’s my aussie ignorance showing.

Does ketchup taste like tomato sauce on a hotdog then?

I’ve always assumed Ketchup was the Americanism for tomato sauce.

As an American who has spent time in Oz, I can clarify. In Oz, what you call tomato sauce is what we call ketchup/catsup. In the US, tomato sauce is either the primary ingredient in things like spaghetti sauce, or it can be used to differentiate a red spaghetti sauce from something like an alfredo sauce.

Source: asked if I wanted tomato sauce at Macca's.

Nah mate you're right, we just use different names. Like how they call jam jelly.

Jam and jelly are two different things. Jam is made with actual fruit chunks (usually crushed or pureed), whereas jelly is made with just the fruit juice.

Nah jam is the stuff you spread on toast or a roast.

Jelly is the wobbly gelatinous blob that Americans call "jell-o".

ketchup on hotdogs is good actually

For me it depends on the wrapping, and I honestly don't know why. But if the [bun / bread] is toasted, then it has to be mustard. If it's not toasted, then it has to be ketchup. If it's steamed, then mustard and sauerkraut. And again, I have no idea why.

I was pretending to be a monster and started chasing my toddler around the apartment as she giggled. She ran into a room and as I ran after her, I stubbed my toes on the door frame. Instant break of the two outer toes, hurt like hell and had to go to the hospital. That was a decade ago and during fall and winter, I still get a lot of throbbing, dull pain on my toes.

I considered myself a person who didn't get random injuries. When I had kids, I got bruised up a lot from chasing them around and rough housing. Definitely have a funny pain in my right arm that hasn't gone away.

I sneezed about 5 years ago and I haven't been able to look up and to the right without pain since then. It's a minor pain, but definitely still there in my neck.

That's the worst direction anyway, not much going on there.

Have you had a doctor look at it? This worries me.

I unfortunately can't afford that. It's not bad enough and hasn't changed at all over 5 years, so frankly the doctors here would likely just say "yes, just don't look that direction anymore"

That sucks. I'd expect a doctor to at least try to find out what's causing it and if it's serious or not. I wouldn't expect them to tell you to "just don't look in that direction anymore". But then I don't know your doctors ofcourse.

Wishing you all the best and I hope your issue still gets resolved one way or another. And I hope it's nothing serious.

Fresh out of Uni, I thought I'd be a good boy and work harder for my employer at a desk job. After about six months of high stress and little sleep or rest, I'd poisoned my brain with cortisol and needed about 2 years of rehab to be able to read a page of text again.

My cortisol system is still out of whack, probably permanently, sometimes not activating when it should - meaning I can't start tasks or focus or crunch, and activating randomly at other times giving me generalised anxiety for a couple of days at varying intensity.

I'm lucky though, another friend with the same condition lost their ability to walk for a couple of years.

Was cortisol poisoning an actual neurologist's diagnosis?

The diagnosis was Exhaustion disorder, cortisol poisoning with a shriveled hippocampus is just one of the physiological symptoms.

My diagnosis was made by psychiatric, GP/somatic, pain sensitivity and blood testing.

Earlier this week I tried to pick up my fat ass cat and tweaked my back. I've been hobbling around like an old man all week.

Either you've a leopard and think it's a regular cat, or you have a VERY fat cat.

Spotted the <30yo. Just you wait. I have tweaked my back from lifting a milk carton the wrong way.

My cat is overweight but not obese lol. It is always the innocent things that you do that end up hurting your back. The first time I hurt my back was when I was sitting on a step... tying my effing shoe.

Fortunately it has only happened to me three times in the last 6 years. Every time it happens I feel like I am dying though.

It doesn't really bother me anymore physically, but I have a scar that has acted as a reminder not to do stupid shit. When I was a teenager, we had a broken mirror outside. I thought, it's already broken, who cares if I break it more? So I smashed it with a hammer, with no gloves or anything. Sliced open my finger. It's the index finger on my dominant hand, on the back side of it, so it's very easy for me to see. Seeing that scar may have saved me from doing other dumb shit.

I have huge scar from similar thing - somehow I got too close to my friend with machette. No one knows how it happened but it remindes me to newer get close to someone with dangerous things. It is about 10 cm long on my left arm.

Skydiving, once, in my 20s. Not sure if the chute was on wrong, being slightly over the weight limit was a factor, or if it was just genetics, but when the chute opened, the jerk caused a loud enough pop that my instructor asked if I was okay.

I lied of course, the adrenaline kept me from knowing the deal, anyway.

The first time I threw my back out, after, it was from picking up a piece of paper. These days, when I have the least pain I can still tell my back muscles are as tight as a garage spring.

I had never known a moment of back pain before that day, and I don't know what it's like to walk a mile without back pain now.

You should try physical therapy. Essentially you have to decide if your back will dominate you or vice versa. I'm in a lesser similar situation. Good luck.

Several back injuries led up to the one to rule them all, from skiing accidents to picking up a ping pong ball. One day a few years back mid-deadlift (right as I was getting in decent shape from a life long affliction of being a fatty) something in my back popped loudly and I passed out.

Hasn’t been a normal day since. Lots of physio and some rehab, just weren’t doing the trick. Now got some futuristic prosthetic discs and we’ll see how it goes. Hopeful again, finally.

I blame the utterly nonsensical popularaization of deadlifts. Whatever you get outta that, is minimal compared to the risk of potential injury. Also, 90% of the time, people AREN'T using the proper form, so it makes it even worse! add in trying to squeeze out extra reps, or going for a new PR, it's just an injury waiting to happen. Been liftin my whole life, fuck deadlifts.

I think deadlifts done correctly are almost unanimously considered a good lift, but I was ahead of my skis that day on weight and already had a bad back. I’d been form checked by two trainers so I think I was okay there too, but I can’t be sure because the smallest, imperceptible change, especially if you already have a bad back can ruin things quickly. I live with a ton of regret about it. Hindsight blah blah.

yeah, right? like, you can work forever on getting good form for a lift, but as soon as you start straining, bit tired, maybe 3rd or 4th set, things start to get lax, and BAM. herniated disk. sucks.

What do you do instead?

Since dead lifts are primarily glutes and traps, just break it up into two different exercises. Squats (or leg press) and row. Also, the biggest secret to not getting injured in the weight room that most weightlifters ignore (to their detriment) is yoga. Yoga isn't for bulking, it's exclusively for all of the little accessory musculature groups that aren't typically utilized in standard kinetic motion strength training. These are the muscles that help you keep your good form while you're doing strength training, and preemptively primes your body to not injure yourself.

I'll second physical therapy. Problem is finding a good one. Red light therapy (the pain treatment ones, not skin care) can also help, especially with inflammation. PEMF is another possible option.

My back pain actually originated in my hip.

Threw my back out pulling a shoe on like 6 years ago. After it finally un-fucked itself like 3 weeks later I started weight training. Haven't had many issues with it or other random injuries since. Other than a couple resulting from me being an idiot.

I was about a story and a half high in a magnolia tree when I was about 10, and I had walked out on one branch, holding a smaller branch for balance.

I didn't realize the one I was standing on was dead, and it snapped at the trunk.. The small branch I was holding wasn't enough to hold my weight, and it snapped too.

The branch I was standing on bounced off the springy ground that was many years worth of shedded leaves, and it hit me in the lower back just before I was about to land on the ground.

It caused a minor fracture in a vertebrate, and caused me a lot of pain at the time, but I didn't complain because I didn't want to be "a little girl" (I had two unforgiving older brothers). When I was in 8th grade, I had my first back ache and had x-rays which found the childhood fracture which mishealed due to not being treated.

It still causes me a lot of trouble whenever I'm bent over for long or if I have a back ache.

Both of my hands have some scar tissue which gives me some trouble about 1/11 of the times I do a pinching/clamp kind of grip. Those injuries were from sticking my hands in a dog's mouth to pry his mouth off of my dog's throat last year. At first, all my might wasn't enough, and he chomped the fuck out of my hands.

Then my adrenaline kicked in and I pried his mouth open like it was nothing. I then kind of suplexed and wrestled the dog so mine could be taken to safety. I don't regret it one bit, but it was definitely a stupid thing to do.. but I can still play the piano just fine!

I also came dangerously close to losing an eye from a tooth or nail. It happened so fast I'm not sure what did it. Here are some pictures.

Wow that sucks.

I wonder what the correct procedure would be to pry open a dog's mouth.

With a croc you can pry it open and hold with less effort than your account. I would hope since a dog is less armored one can strike at the head/throat to knock it out or cause it to go slack..

Edit: that rabbit hole got dark

https://www.dailykos.com/stories/2012/1/31/1060335/-

If that happened with me and a pet/child think wrestle the dog down and elbow the throat is best course of action.

Well this dog's head was bigger than mine, and I remember from Mythbusters that a medium-sized trained attack dog they used as an analog had around a 500-600 pound bite-force. So this German Shepherd/Great Pyrenees mix definitely had a greater bite-force than 600 pounds.

I later learned the 'proper' way to separate fighting dogs is to pull them apart by their hind legs. You're less likely to be bit that way.

I love my dogs as much as my human family members, and I just went caveman and charged in like an idiot...

100% I'd have gone for the jaws myself. Hands be damned. I'm just wondering what's the best way to deal with it.

Looking into it all articles are about preventing conflict or what you should do if YOU get bit.

Not how to get a dog off a child/pet...

Walking my dog one day and met a random stranger also walking his dog, he bent down to pat my dog and his dog attacked mine, the stranger used his hands to pry open his dogs mouth and got bit. I took my dog to the vet to get stitches, and explained what happened. The vet informed me the best way to stop a dog biting down on something is to insert your finger in its arse, I have never had reason to use this knowledge so far.

Was eating soup after a long day of work. Tired. Figured I'd drink the last bit out of the bowl.

Crashed it into my front tooth and a piece of it flew off. Enough to be visible, not enough for the dentist to do anything about it. It'll just stay like that forever.

Not so bad compared to many other stories, just really really pathetic.

A dentist should be able to at least just bond it. I broke my two front teeth in half playing hockey, and got veneers to replace them. Now that's a bit more than what you did, but I'd go on to chip both of those veneers and the two teeth below them them on my bottom jaw when (long story short) I punched myself in the face accidentally. And to make another long story short, my top front four teeth are now all veneers and the bottom ones the dentist just shaved to make even, since I have some crowding, and it's all good enough.

But yeah, when I originally broke them the dentist bonded them so can say the letters S and F, because yelling "huck, huck" when it happened just didn't feel as good as it should have.

Sounds like something that would happen too me. I've hit my teeth with the soup bowl before. Luckily no broken teeth.

Bent down to pick up a kitten in my garage when I was 8. It was under a car engine suspended on a lift, and I brained myself badly while standing up. Lots of blood, seizures due to three TBI and resultant swelling. Thankfully my mother bravely stood up to the mean old doctor insisting I needed surgery to relieve the swelling and instead treated me with psychic healing and veggie smoothies. It only hurts sometimes 45 years later.

Bent down to pick up a box while cleaning an extra bedroom that had become infested with bees (they had started a hive in the wall due to an unseen opening happened around a hot water pipe after an earthquake). Frustrated due to both the intense heat and the bees that had only left their hive due to said heat, tried lifting said box, not realizing it was full of books and simultaneously ignoring a lifetime of working around my chronic back issues. I stopped trying to stand once I resembled a fleshy right angle and had to crawl out of the room on my hands and knees. A lovely 40 mph fender bender later that year (I was at a complete stop as were the cars in front of me) made that a delightful addition to my back problems.

Same year, I was making Hasselback potatoes for the first time. I have a seldom used but quite nice food processor, but decided 'hell, why not use the mandolin?' About an 1/8" of my right ring fingertip, that's why not, dumbass! Thankfully it grew back, but the very tip looks like a light burn scar and it's still somewhat numb and tingly when touched 9 years later.

When I still did karate we had these boards that were meant for kicking so they'd split. A training buddy and I were curious if they could be punched apart. I learned two things that day:

  • Yes
  • Knuckles don't like that

While it wasn't very painful at first beyond what I expected, it took me a few days to realize that the pain didn't really go away. Then I happened to bump my fist/knuckles into this aluminium plate at work by accident, and it felt like my knuckles were hit with a hammer. And I didn't even bump into it hard. This time the pain slowly went away over time until it one day was conpletely gone.

But to this day, 10 years later, if i accidentally bang my knuckles against something hard I notice very quickly that something isn't quite how it should be.

I pulled my bed out to grab something that fell behind, forgot to push it back, turned off my light and went to lay down. Stubbed my pinky toe into the leg of the bed frame so hard that I broke two metatarsal. I already had arthritis and tendonitis along with an as of yet diagnosed neurological condition. It ended my welding career and made most general labor positions impossible, and with no office or administrative experience, I'm at a tremendous loss and now navigating the nightmare that is qualifying for disability assistance in the US with no insurance and no money for a doctor to get the proper medical records.

Ruined my ACL playing bullrush in highschool, took over a decade to get properly diagnosed and fixed, still have some weakness.
Had a bulging disk in my lower back from lifting awkwardly shaped concrete slabs at work, aggravated it again by trying to move a desk on my own.
Done some sort of damage to my shoulder trying to cut a tree down with an axe while in an ADHD fueled gardening session.

Got WAY TOO drunk at a club, kicked out (which I genuinely accepted with good grace). Walking home, realised I'd forgotten my jacket. Figured I'd just nip in past the bouncer, grab the jacket and leave without bothering anyone. I didn't nip past. I got bounced. Rebuffed from the club, and pushed backwards I fell over and broke my foot (a Jones fracture). Was in a moon boot for 3 months or so, but now it hurts whenever I walk wrong.

It seems like you weren't drunk enough, drunk people are indestructible.

I broke my wrist rollerblading when I was 14. I didn't even fall super crazy or anything; I just got tripped up on a rock getting stuck in my wheel and fell forward while not moving very fast. Even after it healed, I didn't really skate anymore and every now and then to this day, I feel it hurting like it was freshly broken for a moment or two on random occasions.

I had also taken a few tumbles directly onto my knees without sustaining lasting injuries, but I do recall a doctor telling me if I took a fall or two like I had for one time when I thought I broke something that I may need surgery because there was an issue with the cartilage in both my knees.

It wasn't until a few years later while playing racket ball that I pivoted to hit the ball and just felt something pop and hurt like hell in my knee that another doctor said I had, if I am remembering the name correctly, Ozgood Slater's and a deficiency of cartilage in my knees so things that normally aren't supposed to rub together were rubbing together, causing inflammation and pain in the area. I still struggle with this and some days my knees just hurt like fucking hell.

I was rear ended in my 20's while at stop light and got whiplash. Neck is constantly sore from that. Doctor told me it never really heals and just to do stretches. And I have carpal tunnel from shitty posture and playing games.

I fell off a walking path into a bunch of massive rocks Wile E Coyote style five minutes into sight seeing with my brother who I hadn’t seen in 10 years. I managed to hobble away with only a grade three sprain and some horrible bruising. It’s healed now but perpetually stiff. My new normal is walking down stairs like a 95 year old.

I'm imagining your brother watching you bounce down the rocks shaking his head and saying "you haven't changed a bit". Mainly because that's exactly what my brother would do.

I was playing with some kids I was babysitting in McDonald's play tubes when I was 18. I bent my ankle weird. I'm turning 30 in a couple months and there's literally not a single day without ankle pain. Sometimes it's disabling. Several times they haven't actually found anything wrong with it but last time they said it had something (can't remember) and it made a lot of bad clicking sounds when the podiatrist handled it. I've tried lots of things to help.

I was playing soccer on a roof when I was around 5 years old. Backed into the then-knee-high wall and fell, head first, 4 meters onto a cement floor. I miraculously broke my fall by hitting something midway, and managed to survive it with just a cracked shoulder, sprained ankle and a couple of stitches on my forehead.

However, I realized years later that my left collarbone now pops out every time I lift my arm over my head.

Also drunk at an office do. Decided to ride a mates long board around the desks with tight corners and a polished wood floor. When the inevitable happened, I tried to catch myself and did something to my wrist. It's never been the same again, and even the remotest bit of strain leaves me in pain for days afterwards. Sometimes it'll just start aching randomly for no reason too. That was like 10 years ago now

When I was a teen I put a disco ball in my room. One morning I woke up and I was yawning and stretching my arms out and at the end of the stretch I basically unknowingly back punched/slapped the disco ball.

I have a scar since that day on my hand that reminds me how quickly things can go bad in life.

I came off my bike as a teenager and broke my funny bone! So it sticks out now and is easier to bump, and the weird tingly pain it causes if so much worse!

Chipped off about a mm² of one of my front upper teeth while trying to eat my food fast and opening and closing my mouth fast. I did it faster than I pulled the fork out of my mouth and my teeth hit the fork..

I also was jumping on the couch and I fell on a table hitting my face between my eyebrows and now I have a scar there..

I've chipped part of my teeth at least twice bringing a bottle to my mouth. At this point I've accepted the sides of my front teeth will always look a bit messed up.

Aww come on, it's not that you did something dangerous anyways...

Sometimes I accidentally hit the glass on my teeth and I think to myself "Hm, I should probably be more careful, that was a close one".

I say that too then never follow it. In my defence it's usually a beer bottle

I was really into skiing when I was younger, and would go every weekend with my buddy and his dad. I tried to outrun them, fell, and tumbled. My shoulder was very badly sprained, and I couldn't use it for like a month. Now from time to time it flares up again, and the pain comes back for a few hours. The shoulder is also much easier to sprain now, every time I fall it's out of commission for weeks. I went to my doctor, who told me that nothing is broken and there's nothing he can do about it.

I tried to stand on the very tip of my toes about a decade ago, since then I get these horrible toe cramps every time I move my toes a little too much.

I slipped going down a slope on a hiking trail, but didn't let go of the tree I was using for balance. This caused my chest and shoulder muscles to hyper extend.

Now I have slap tears in both shoulders and arthritis in my sternum.

Woke up realizing I must've slept wrong, had a crick in my neck.

About an hour of messing with it and tried to crack the crick,

Life's been different since then. Can't move my head a certain way, if so my arm will go numb in seconds.

I had this too, but mine went further. Eventually became burning, terrible pain down my arm -- worst pain I've ever experienced. I spent six weeks on steroids, oxycodone, and gabapentin until I could finally get steroid injections directly into my spine.

Be careful, and get checked out for cervical spinal stenosis. You might be able to do some proactive stuff at this point.

Now my neck always hurts, I can't feel my fingertips (especially on the right hand), and my right forearm sometimes feels like it's on fire.

Drunk 18yo me thought dropping into the extension on the half pipe, and getting sweet air off the non extension, was a good idea. It was all going well until the way down. My shoulder hit the coping and popped out over the front. It looked so gnarly my friend fainted while waiting for the ambulance. Many years later I still feel it wanting to re dislocate whenever my arm is in certain positions.

My leg fell asleep and I got off the couch and tripped funny. Broke something in my left foot, it hurts every now and again. That's it, just a random oopsie from a guy in his 30s who is otherwise healthy, and a forever reminder of my shame.

Worst part, nobody believed me!

a friend of mine and myself were wrestling a bit in the front yard. i was probably in my early 20's. my thumb got caught in the collar of his t-shirt. we flipped around a bit and my thumb partially dislocated. i felt it start to pivot out of socket, and called for a stop. my friend immediately stopped and i was fine. it still aches to this day when i exert it. part of the issue is it's on my left hand and i use that thumb while doing things like playing guitar.

it's dumb but nothing else makes that joint really ache like that.

of all the ways i've been hurt over the years, it's stupid that that's the injury that gives me semi-on-going pain.

I fell off my entertainment unit, when I was too lazy to slide it out from the wall, to change a cable, and instead climbed up after working 7 days straight at a high impact job in extreme heat all week, I did a mild lose gravity, and landed hard on my knee. Doctor thinks I knocked my knee cap off, but it popped back in. Whole thing swelled twice the size. I probably should have gone to the er, but I just strapped it up and went back to work where my manager ridiculed me for such a huge bandage. The same manager I dragged myself into work for because I thought they'd be left stranded. I probably need surgery still, it doesn't hold my weight on a certain angle, but then I couldn't drive for a bit, and I don't know how I'd manage that with kids and such.

In second grade I was at a school track meet. Didn’t have an event soon, so I was fucking around running up and down the bleachers.

Tripped and fell teeth-first. Broke a few of my front teeth. Fortunately many were still “baby” teeth, but not my two front teeth on the top.

Those two have been a constant struggle ever since. Crowns made of bonding material, then eventually root canals, posts, real crowns, then surgery going through the gums to shave down bone required because of a bad root canal, then a new crown because of a poor seal on one of the crowns…

I haven’t bit into an apple in decades, because I just know that if I do I could lose a crown. Last time I lost a crown was while eating a damn breakfast burrito.

When I was a teenager we had a giant trampoline. One time I was jumping on it and I landed wrong and tweaked something in my back. From then on, If I twisted just right, I would have some sort of spasm in my lower back that would immediately put me on my knees. It used to happen fairly frequently but it's very rare anymore. I probably should have had it looked at but I didn't. I haven't been on a trampoline since. No need to aggravate that injury.

Accidentally kicked something while running out of a room. Busted my big toe pretty good and the toenail eventually fell off. Two years on and the toenail still hasn't grown back right. Doctor gave a medication for a fungal infection that sort of has helped, but I'm not so sure it's ever gonna go back to normal, it just looks like the toenail keeps regrowing over itself but never grows out fully. So it grows 90% of the way, then stops, and it keeps growing over or under it. Gross to look at.

Was doing deliveries in college, considered the fastest one there. This was due to be actively running orders to houses / apartments.

Well, one such occasion I was coming back through a dark parking lot and thought I had another foot before the curb. Proceeded to land on the side of my ankle and roll to the ground. Figured it was fine (forgot adrenaline was a thing) so I got back to the car and drove to the store. Manager told me to go home lol.

Getting home, finally pulled off the shoes and socks and, boy oh boy, there was a softball in my ankle. University med clinic said it was just a severe sprain and to just keep off it.

To this day, 10 years on, my ankle is still slightly swollen. I can still run and walk on it though

Had an earing, one day it got caught on a net and ripped out with the stopper.

Never again.

20 years ago, I wanted to jump onto a concrete table tennis table in the school playground from a standing position with both feet at the same time. I didn't make it and hit my shin up to the bone.

After it was stitched up, it became badly infected weeks later and I had to have another operation while on vacation.

Now I have a 1 inch scar directly on the shin bone which hurts a lot every time I hit it.

In high school I pierced the webbing of my left hand between my thumb and forefinger with a stud to look cool.

I hit nerves and destroyed the muscles in that part of my hand. It’s my dominant hand and still works okay, but I had to learn to do a few things with my right hand afterwards due to issues with lack of strength. Like, I can’t open jars and shit now with my shitty hand.

But on the other hand, as a lefty, at least partially you learned to live life the right way. The way God intended.

I let my back round while leg pressing too much weight in college. Blinding back pain. I didn’t tell anyone and never got it looked at but I probably bulged a disc or something. Anyway, ever since then my back has been my weakest link. I’m not in constant pain, but it can go out on me pretty easily.

Don’t lift more than you can handle and observe proper form when doing heavy lifts, kids!

…and how quickly did it affect you?

Would be good additional information.

IOW, messed up your knees doing track events in college, got a knee replacement at 50 because you couldn’t take the pain anymore.

The pain was immediate

I put my shoulder into the shelf and the it made a squelching popping sounds and hurt like hell

I waited 2 weeks before I went to the doctor because I was pretty damn broke and both my deductible and my out of pocket max were pretty damn high

When I finally did go to the doctor they did an ultrasound of my shoulder. I was talking with the tech who was doing the ultrasound and they suddenly sucked air through their teeth and went, "Oh that's not good."

3 months of physical therapy got it back to about 80% functional. After a year it was closer to about 95%. It's basically plateaued there but at least it only bothers me sometimes now rather than every breath I took like when it happened.

Damn. Ouch. Had a rotator cuff injury. Took a couple days before it actually set in, but when it did, it sucked. Had to sleep with my arm hanging off the bed in a certain position, hurt if I rasied my arm past a certain point. Couldn’t put my arm behind me at all. Dr basically said I could take 6 months and try to work through it with some exercises or get surgery and take 6 months beyond that for recovery. Chose the former, surgery is no guarantee, and it’s up to about 98% after a year or so. Only once in a while reaching behind me do I notice a little loss of range of motion, but that’s about it.

In 2017, on a snowy January day, I was supposed to go to the gym before work. When I got to the subway station, the service was interrupted. I thought "I could just take one hour to briskly walk to work, and not go to the gym".

But it was fresh snow and it was abundant, all the sidewalk were still covered. And I didn't have proper boots for a 1 hours+ brisk walk in the snow.

I got to work, changed, and started working. After 2 hours, I want to get up, but I immediately fall back on my chair.

I had hurt both my Achilles tendons at the ankle. My tendinitis in the right ankle healed well, but the one in the left ankle still hurts when I walk for too long. And sometimes just hurts because.

I feel you man

I literally laid down wrong night before last and my shoulder slid out again

Still hurts but not nearly as bad as it did right after

I injured my left arm years ago overdoing it on weight lifting and its still quite messed up.

Slipped on a treadmill as it was running and chipped my tooth. Had to get it capped twice since the first cap fell off after a couple years. Not supposed to chew gum any since that happened but that hasn't stopped me.

Tried to open a can of ravioli in tomato sauce with a pair of pliars. Bad idea, 0/10, won't recommend. Still have the scar 30+ years later.

Torn foot ligament just because I went too hard too early after winter of no exercise. Since then every year I have swollen foot at least once and am unable to walk for few weeks.