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reminders: graduation guests and senior plans!

Good morning, evening, afternoon or anything in between! Whatever time it is where you are, I hope it's treating you well! We've just got a few important reminders for you for this morning!

Graduation guests are due by TODAY, April 28. If you want family and friends to come to see your senior graduate, make sure you sign them up TODAY!
Senior plans are due by April 30th! Please let us know what your senior's going to be doing after they graduate!

And since sharing tiems is always fun, tell me players, what's the worst injury you've ever had? Because, seriously, we were all kids (or we're clumsy) and sharing war stories is always interesting. Me? Someone once dumped a bowl of scalding water on my thigh. HUGE second degree burn. Worst pain I have EVER FREAKING FELT IN MY LIFE.

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YOU GAVE ME THE FLU.

As for injuries, I was born with a broken collarbone and because of that it's never set right and pops all the time, I've had numerous other broken bones (one time I broke my wrist I waited three days before going to the doctor), pitchfork through my leg, orthodontist pulled out an adult tooth without novocaine, more drunk injuries than I can count, threw up on an EMT after downing half a bottle of tequila and, last but not least, my knee cap floats around thanks to 10 years of basketball and soccer and it sometimes likes to pinch me.

And yet the worst injuries I've seen are the ones Mandy goes through that Nurse!me has to patch up via duct tape, glue and liquor.

BUT REMEMBER HOW YOU GAVE ME THE FLU?

I DIDN'T GIVE YOU FLU, WHORE OMG.

THE PITCHFORK STORY GAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. You told me that once and it still gives me the shivers. GAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

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rocksthescarf.livejournal.com - 2010-04-28 15:11 (UTC) - Expand

I want to hear the story about breaking your hand against the tree.

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rocksthescarf.livejournal.com - 2010-04-28 20:30 (UTC) - Expand

My worst pain is not one people would want to read about for srs, so I will share THE ONE WHERE DOCTORS SUCK.

So the Friday before my first day of senior year, I broke my right ankle stepping off the porch. Hilariously I had just spent the day taking care of my dad who was flat on the living room floor with sciatica and I was half laying on the porch in shock with the dog licking my face when my mom came home ten minutes later and found me. Oh the days before kids were allowed to have cell phones.

So she takes me to Kaiser (dear lord), only the radiologist was all NO YOU DIDN'T BREAK IT, IT'S A SPRAIN, and so I walked it off by proceeding to play football and take behind the wheel (driver's ed on the road!) over the next two weeks with this massively swollen ankle and taking a crapload of pain pills.

Then another doctor calls my mom at work all UM, YEAH, SO WE FUCKED THAT UP? So they made me come back in but it was too healed to do much but put a brace on it and hope for the best. Meaning now my ankle swells like a mofo all the time. The end.

HAHAHAHAHA DOCTORS DO SUCK! Omfg, I know the pain of broken ankles too! THEY HURT LIKE A BITCH and then you're stuck hobbling around like a gimp! Luckily, I've never had my injuries BOTCHED THAT BADLY HOLY CRAP.

But, I love that you WALKED IT OFF.

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guardian-god.livejournal.com - 2010-04-28 16:43 (UTC) - Expand

I'm sure something horrible will happen to me tomorrow at the very latest, but for now I can say that I've remained pretty uninjured during my life so far. Especially compared to you lot. Seriously.

I think the worst that's happened to me was when I slipped in the bathroom and got a concussion when I was about two years old.

My mother swears she still remembers the sound of my weetiny head hitting the tiles. I, on the other hand, remember drinking red juice a little later that evening, and then puking. Fun times.

Other than that, I've been pretty lucky.

See and for all that I've hurt myself, I have avoided concussions! I DUN WANT ONE! I hate even bumping my head, it makes me want to diiiiiiiiiiie! YOUR POOR TINY HEAD! You got your brains jostled at an early age! Explains the insanity. :D

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vanillajello - 2010-04-28 16:39 (UTC) - Expand

See, most serious injury would probably be when I broke two of my toes, sadly enough. I tend to go for 'many small injuries' as opposed to massive big huge stuff.

Most fun to tell people about is the time when I got hit in the face with a falling piece of firework. Felt like I got hit with a bag of nickles, but because I am a mutant freak, it didn't even bruise.

FKLJD OW FIREWORK TO THE FACE! Okay, that sounds AWFUL but good that it didn't hurt you that badly!

*adds under a separate heading*

Then there's those bruises that just APPEAR and you don't remember hitting anything or banging your leg against something or whatever but they are suddenly THERE. WTF, man? I get a reasonable amount of those.

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ME TOO. Seriously, I have bruises like that all the time, and no idea how they got there.

I HAVE A TON OF THOSE. I blame the wee child for them. I think she sneaks in and beats me at night.

I get those all the time. I blame the kids at work, mostly. It's either that or I kick myself in my sleep. A lot.

I get those bruises too and I have no idea how I manage to get them.

Every. Day. No idea how.

I am convinced the Book Elves do it out of spite for disturbing their rest, or it's my cat taking out her anger on not getting tunas every night.

OMG Yes. And then they make strange patterns and you begin to wonder about alien abduction.

... Maybe just me.

I blame my job for those. Hey, it's reasonable -- I work in a warehouse. And yet I STILL don't remember getting 3/4 of the bruises I get.

Somewhere between Paris, France and Huntsville, Alabama I ruptured an eardrum. I think it was the Chicago-to-Huntsville leg, because the blinding pain didn't start until I got home. And for a while in high school, I kept tearing the ligaments in my right ankle in increasingly stupid ways, the grand prize winner being the time I tripped on my sheets while making up the bed. And then there are my feet.

The day before my senior year of high school started, I was driving home from an errand in my dad's Ford Explorer, and do you remember when Ford Explorers were being recalled because of something with the steering locking up? Yeah. This was then. So I went off the road into some trees.

This is not when I got injured. I just had a scrape on my arm and some bruises from the actual wreck. The trees were small and just sort of caged in the car as opposed to bashing it to bits. However, I was kind of in shock and one of the front wheels was over a ten foot drop, which was TERRIFYING. So, the only door that would open was the back hatch, and as I was scrambling back to it, I lost both my flipflops and was too freaked out to think to go back and get them. Also maybe I was scared the car was about to go down the bank. Everything is kind of a haze.

Now, I live outside of a town that was population 160 at the last census. I live in the middle of nowhere. I was a little more than three-quarters of a mile from the house we were living in at that time (because we were building a new house after ours burned down the year before, that year was BAD all-around) and the only house between the car and my house was vacant. And I didn't have a cell phone.

Anyway, I walked home. Barefoot. And there was glass in the grass beside the road, I could see it, so I stayed on the road so I wouldn't get cut. This seemed like the least bad idea available at the time. Except it was August in Alabama, so it was over a hundred in the shade and the blacktop was hot enough to cook an egg. I had massive second-degree burn blisters all over the soles of my feet. The only thing I could have on them for a month were prescription ointment and giant socks, and I couldn't put any weight on them at all, so I spent the first month of my senior year in a wheelchair.

!!!!!!!!!! I AM SITTING HERE WINCING AND CURLING MY FEET AT YOUR STORY HOLY SHIT OW OW OW OW OW. Omg, holy crap, your poor feet. I've gotten cuts there and I know how much it sucks but HOLY CRAAAAAAAAAP.

Nothing really cool, but when I was 15 I was taken a shower and I accidentally touched a wire on the stupid thing that makes water hot? So I got electrocuted, was thrown against the wall at the other side of the bathroom, and passed out for half an hour.

My family didn't even notice I was taking too much to take a friggin' shower.

After that I dreamed with a black screen (like a turned off TV) for almost five months. And when I say this I mean that I remember those dreams.

GAH! Another one that got electrocuted! That sounds AWFUL HOLY CRAP.

I managed to slip and fall on some spilled water in the kitchen at age 12 and ended up with three slipped disks from the force of the fall. It wouldn't have been that, but it didn't get diagnosed for five years and then I had to have it corrected and ow.

Other long term had me falling while travelling through Spain. I didn't realize that when falling I fractured my ankle, dislocated three fingers, and had a hairline fracture in my arm. I ended up walking around for a week and a half on a swollen ankle and with very little use of my left arm until I was back in the states and got yelled at by doctors for being dumb. (I should probably point out that I have reduced pain feeling whatever. Once managed to put my hand on the stove and not notice until there were burns.)

Yes, I'm special.

ETA: Oh, and at 12 weeks, I rolled off of a chair and smacked my head on the floor. Ended up with a burst blood vessel in one eye, a very, very panicked mother, and it may have had some impact on my vision later on.

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Oh man, I have slipped discs in my back and they HURT SO MUCH. And it's like you can't do a damn thing because your back is pretty involved in movement so if that hurts, you are just DOWN FOR THE COUNT.

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oops-mbad.livejournal.com - 2010-04-28 20:18 (UTC) - Expand

OMG PEOPLE, YOU WORRY ME.

I have never broken a bone and I've only gotten stitches three times.

But I did stop a wooden merry-go-round in a playground with my hands. It hadn't been sanded in a while. I went through an entire box of popsicles as Mom pulled splinters from my hands.

And that's why I hate popsicles omg.

I've thought of another to add (because I have nothing better to do with my time)! Not really serious but more WTFy and still full of pain.

I broke my toe at a field hockey game! This is totally unimpressive until it is revealed that I was not playing. My sister was. I was standing on the sidelines. Watching. The goalie came over, stumbled backwards, and STOMPED on my sandaled foot with her cleats. My middle toe went CRUNCH and turned blue and there were tears.

And then for weeks and weeks every single small child at work stepped on that foot 76 times a day. It is a MIRACLE I did not teach a lot of preschoolers new and exciting words during this time.

I was a weebitty thing when this happened, but I managed to slam my pinky finger in the car door. And I swear I stood there staring at it before I screamed bloody murder. Highlight? This was IN A HOSPITAL PARKING LOT.

In first grade, I was walking on the balance beam, slipped, came down on it HARD... on what would've been my boybits if I had them. Protip: Slamming the girlstuff into something hurts JUST AS MUCH.

Back in 2000, my freshman year of high school, I broke the baby toe on my left foot. How did I do this, you ask? RUNNING TO GET TO THE BATHROOM. I had to piss like a racehorse and we were halfway home. So by the time we GOT home, it was starting to hurt I had to pee so bad. So I shove past my parents, kick my shoes off, and sprint for the bathroom... only to catch the toe on the open door. Got to wear gym shoes for the rest of the school year (there was like a month left), go me!

And then in May of '07, I got BIT ON THE FACE BY A DOG. Worked at a Petsmart pet hotel and got too close to a skittish dog that was apparently TOO skittish. Had to report the bite, as a result I didn't get out of work until like 9:30 when I was scheduled off at 9. Cue me getting in dad's car and going "Guess where WE get to go, dad!"

You mean besides getting vampirebiteded on a tire swing, getting hit by a rock so hard teeth was pointing inside my mouth instead of vertical (hooray for braces for keeping the teeth), the knee through the wall, broken bones, and the car accident?

The incompetent nurse who decided that using the needle like a plumber's snake to find a vein was a good idea.

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