Accidentally injuring someone?
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After my wife accidentally injured her brother at the weekend, I wondered if PH's have any similar stories?
My wife was really excited to see her brother for the first time in three years, so we decided we would take a trip down the coast for a walk with our dog and then lunch. After forty minutes walking along the remote dunes, my wife decided to throw the ball for our dog, and accidentally hit her brother directly in the eye. He was seriously shaken up as a result of shock, and also being blinded in that eye.
I had a look and noticed the lower half of his iris had filled with blood, and even without medical knowledge I thought this was not a great sign so called the Scottish equivalent of NHS 24 (90 min wait to answer the phone so I gave up), and there was no point in calling 999 as the service is on its knees here so I called some local opticians (all about to shut) until I found one that had an optician on duty. They helpfully stayed open till we got there (a long trek back), and after a consultation we were referred to the main eye hospital in Edinburgh were he was seen quickly; apparently he has a good chance of recovery, and will receive a follow up when he gets back to France. The consultant mentioned he could see the imprint of the "chuck it" ball on his eye ball
My wife is understandably mortified.
So, has anything similar happened to you?
My wife was really excited to see her brother for the first time in three years, so we decided we would take a trip down the coast for a walk with our dog and then lunch. After forty minutes walking along the remote dunes, my wife decided to throw the ball for our dog, and accidentally hit her brother directly in the eye. He was seriously shaken up as a result of shock, and also being blinded in that eye.
I had a look and noticed the lower half of his iris had filled with blood, and even without medical knowledge I thought this was not a great sign so called the Scottish equivalent of NHS 24 (90 min wait to answer the phone so I gave up), and there was no point in calling 999 as the service is on its knees here so I called some local opticians (all about to shut) until I found one that had an optician on duty. They helpfully stayed open till we got there (a long trek back), and after a consultation we were referred to the main eye hospital in Edinburgh were he was seen quickly; apparently he has a good chance of recovery, and will receive a follow up when he gets back to France. The consultant mentioned he could see the imprint of the "chuck it" ball on his eye ball
My wife is understandably mortified.
So, has anything similar happened to you?
Edited by tim0409 on Tuesday 6th December 16:26
Gave a mate a "backie" on my bike, I hit the front brake only to see what would happen; he went over the top of me and I landed on him cushioning my fall and hearing his shin snap as I headbutted it.
When he was better, he broke my nose "accidentally" with a cricket bat so fair is fair!
When he was better, he broke my nose "accidentally" with a cricket bat so fair is fair!
Teaching someone how to play golf, started off with the putter.
I was stood behind him, showing him how to hold the club. He swung the putter like a 1 iron, over his left shoulder and the head hit my eye socket. If it had been a heavy 1 iron or a wedge instead of a putter it would have killed me.
I was stood behind him, showing him how to hold the club. He swung the putter like a 1 iron, over his left shoulder and the head hit my eye socket. If it had been a heavy 1 iron or a wedge instead of a putter it would have killed me.
Not me personally but we went through a phase at work of an elastic band war. Things escalated when it went from normal bands to some that are about a 1/4 of an inch across. They sting when they hit but one of the guys decided to fold some cardboard, like we did as kids, and pinged it at the workshop manager.
Cue shout of pain and a small laceration on his back, just to the left of his spine and fractionally above his kidneys.
Strangely the war came to an end shortly afterwards.
Cue shout of pain and a small laceration on his back, just to the left of his spine and fractionally above his kidneys.
Strangely the war came to an end shortly afterwards.
Sadly accidents do sometimes happen, but being anywhere close to a woman attempting to throw a ball is just asking for trouble.
99 times out of 100 you will be perfectly safe - especially if she is actually aiming at you - but if you are in the "nobody would accidentally throw in this direction" zone then your chances of injury increase dramatically.
The dog was probably trying to warn you.
Hope her brother makes a full recovery.
99 times out of 100 you will be perfectly safe - especially if she is actually aiming at you - but if you are in the "nobody would accidentally throw in this direction" zone then your chances of injury increase dramatically.
The dog was probably trying to warn you.
Hope her brother makes a full recovery.
I once picked up a burnout rocket the morning after Guy Fawkes night many years ago whilst in the park with my Dad and little Sister. It was somewhere in Caversham Park Village with giant swings on your left as you walk in iirc, I can't remember the name though, but anyway.
Said sister was about 3 years old, cute as button and was waddling along in the middle of the park about 100ft ahead of me. I would've been 11 at the time.
I picked up the firework and lobbed it as far and as high up in the air as I could, only for it to come diving back down at speed and land perfectly square on the top of my sisters little head. I couldn't have done it again if I tried, it was an absolutely perfect shot. She was so surprised by the impact that she actually jumped up off the ground and landed flat on her face before crying, quite a lot.
Looking back it was pretty funny, but at the time, it wasn't.
Said sister was about 3 years old, cute as button and was waddling along in the middle of the park about 100ft ahead of me. I would've been 11 at the time.
I picked up the firework and lobbed it as far and as high up in the air as I could, only for it to come diving back down at speed and land perfectly square on the top of my sisters little head. I couldn't have done it again if I tried, it was an absolutely perfect shot. She was so surprised by the impact that she actually jumped up off the ground and landed flat on her face before crying, quite a lot.
Looking back it was pretty funny, but at the time, it wasn't.
Many many moons ago me and a good mate were messing around with an air pistol. I thought it would be funny to shoot a bottle of tippex at point blank range in his mum’s conservatory. My mate saw what I was about to do and flung his arm across grabbing the bottle just as my brain had sent the message to pull the trigger.
I laughed until I realised he had a pellet buried deep inside the knuckle of his index finger with blood aplenty. He was (still is) a strange sort so resorted to taking a scalpel and making a cut north and south of the entry point so he could extract it.
I laughed until I realised he had a pellet buried deep inside the knuckle of his index finger with blood aplenty. He was (still is) a strange sort so resorted to taking a scalpel and making a cut north and south of the entry point so he could extract it.
I was in a club cycle ride and was the instigator of a crash that dislocated a guys shoulder and sprained the ankle of another. I didn't offer much sympathy at the time, as I broke my leg and tore all my knee and ankle ligaments at the same time so wasn't totally at one with the situation.
In my first job nearly 30 years ago, I used to work with Roger, a lovely chap who happened to be blind in one eye. You could see that one of his eyes looked strange. The iris wasn't dark like the other eye - there was something blocking it. He was in his late 50s and explained that when he was at school, someone had flicked a rubber band at him and it had hit him in that eye. I have no idea whether that's exactly what happened, but I often wondered about the boy who flicked the rubber band. I'm sure it wasn't intentional but the guilt must have been terrible. Rog is no longer with us but I went to his funeral and still think of him from time to time - especially when I hear Steely Dan, which he used to whistle along to.
Sledging during a very cold winter in the early 80s. My friend was on a big old iron sledge I owned, at the top of a steep hill. Before he launched himself down he got me to promise I wouldn’t push him. I pushed him. He zoomed down the hill, crashed at the bottom and broke two ribs. He wasn’t amused.
Me and my sister were riding our bikes in the road outside our house many years ago. I cut too close to the front of hers and she fell off - I remember I didn't actually hit her, just went across her path so she swerved and fell. Can't remember how badly hurt she was, only a couple of cuts I think, but what I do remember is our dad assumed I'd done it on purpose and without waiting for any explanation from me punched me in the face.
Once accidentally pushed my little sister out of my bunk bed when I was 5, broke her arm which she didn't tell anyone about for a few hours! She was in a lot of pain but just sat there trying not to make a fuss, crazy for a 3 year old!
Happened to me: I was recovering from some broken ribs a few years ago, just gone back to work on light duties after 3 weeks off. A mate I hadn't seen for a few months sees me in the street but I don't see him so he decides to give me a bear hug from behind. Cue all 3 ribs breaking again (he heard them snap!) and a trip to A&E as I was really struggling to breathe! Had another 5 weeks off work for that one.
Happened to me: I was recovering from some broken ribs a few years ago, just gone back to work on light duties after 3 weeks off. A mate I hadn't seen for a few months sees me in the street but I don't see him so he decides to give me a bear hug from behind. Cue all 3 ribs breaking again (he heard them snap!) and a trip to A&E as I was really struggling to breathe! Had another 5 weeks off work for that one.
Me and my brother, when we were kids playing 'french' cricket, cricket bat and tennis ball, he was edging closer to try and hit the bottom of my legs, so, i decided it was time to put him back in his place and show him who was in charge. Went for the swing, as if I was going to hit it into the next county, hit the ball, but also collected the side of his face. Split his skin around his eye, blood pissing everywhere, lots of stiches and he still shows a lovely 2 inch scar to the side of his left eye.
Never found the ball though, that ended up in some field....what a shot!!
And I don't particularly like my brother, so next time I would forget trying to hit the ball and just t
t him over the head with the bat!!
Never found the ball though, that ended up in some field....what a shot!!
And I don't particularly like my brother, so next time I would forget trying to hit the ball and just t
t him over the head with the bat!!Throwing stones into a pond with some pals and I bent down to pick up a stone.
One of the lads behind me went to throw a stone over me, just as I stood up.
The stone bounced off my head, blood everywhere.
I don’t know what damage it caused because I never told my parents but there was a lump on my skull that I can still feel nearly 60 years later.
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