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Did I really graduate from nursing school to assist in the emergency removal of a family-sized cold cream jar from a 50 year-old man's rectum?
Did I really graduate from nursing school to assist in the emergency removal of a family-sized cold cream jar from a 50 year-old man's rectum?
I suddenly came out of the blackout when the ER doctor informed me that my tendon was no longer attached to my middle finger.
I lit the gasoline-soaked, freshly-cut branches with a lighter that was about five feet too short.
I don't know if it was the alcohol, the darkness or the rush to put my clothing back on that made me fall onto the cactus.
25 stitches later, I realized my biggest mistake wasn't jumping off the roof but grabbing the gutter on my way down
The greatest sense of accomplishment happens when you walk into an emergency room with an injury, and the Doctor smiles and says, "I don't even want to know."
My girlfriend "play" bit me on the arm so hard that I "not-so-play" struck her in the head before I could stop myself.
My back tensed in anticipation of pain as I realized that wasn't the shower I just turned off, but the cold water.
Now that I think about it... the basement fuse panel is a much shorter trip than the ER was.
I lost a huge chunk of my thumb, which is better than the foot I could have lost had I let it drop.
I slammed my finger in the till at work today and told my boyfriend it would definitely have to be amputated at the shoulder.
Not until I was mid-air did I realize just how far the pool is from the roof.
When he said he didn't think I had it in me, I grabbed my razor just to prove him wrong, and immediately realised that cutting myself fucking HURT and I didn't really want to do that ever again.
I reckon I was about eight, but I completely recall my sister throwing her nail scissors directly into the back of my knee.
The snow fell of the roof with a heavy thud, just like my poor Uncle Martin did a few winters prior.
Unfortunately, it didn't occur to me to wear sunscreen until it was far too late.
The regret came not when I chopped chilli for tea but much later on, when I picked my nose.
Just one thing: never let a drunk man try to open a can of lager with a knife.
As she bandaged my hands I told her of my new plans for worming the cat.
It was when I was being taken to the emergency room with unexplained excruciating back pain that I had just turned thirty.
I didn't know what frightened me more, waking up covered in blood or realizing it was mine.
I would have caught that deep spiral if it wasn't for that pesky brick wall.
Two stitches and twenty years later, I still don't know why she threw the rock at me, but I'm pretty sure that she was lying when she said, "I was playing hopscotch and missed."
I hadn't yet dressed as I poured the boiling water over the coffee filter tilting precariously over the rim of a broken pot.
It was upon the waking with red knuckles and bruises... I realize, I'm addicted.
I was at a WSU Cougar football game when a 2 inch month flew into my ear canal.
He wandered off to get a glass of water, and decided that nothing, not even the wall he tried to walk through, mattered until he did.
One time, when I was young, I thought I was The Rhino (of Spiderman fame) and put my head through the glass part of our screen door.
After getting punched in the nose I acquired the power to sneeze at will.
when I was five I wanted to climb the wall like Spider-Man, but gashed my big toe on a screw in the wall and bled alot, thinking "I bet this never happened to Spidey."
I didn't wimp out on a pact that Matt and I made to jump off a bridge the night before our high school graduation, and I survived a 35 foot jump into three feet of water with no scratches and one seriously sore coccyx.
I broke my shoulder in kindergarten because my friend convinced me that the lawn chairs 4 feet down from the tree house would be ample cushion for me land on.
One time, when I was four, I stood between the electronic doors at the supermarket waving goodbye to all the departing shoppers when suddenly one of the doors closed on my wrist.
I tend to remember a time when I was DRAGGED into a tree in our backyard.