Fighting Industrial Fans and Other Bad Ideas. -

[LazarusOwenhart]

So today at work one of my team was moving a large industrial fan. I noticed via CCTV that the fan was missing one of its securing bolts (they're bright orange). Not wishing my colleague hurt I ventured forth to educate him, as he's new, and has not encountered these fans before. Attempting to move the fan to show him the fault I rotated the fan head and my finger slipped between the wires of the hand guard and made contact with the moving fan blade. Oh there was blood my friends, blood like I have never shed before. One trip to A&E later and my 1/2 severed finger is securely bound with steristrips and vetwrap. I'm now drinking beer and watching an entire series of Blackadder. So tell me friends, what bad ideas have you had that resulted in unexpected hospital trips? The more embarrassing the better.

 

[BentDuck]

I luckily never had any bad injures. The worst thing that happened was getting drunk, deciding to walk to my friend's house to pick up some weed at 11 PM. Anyways, I was walking and I was crossing a street and I didn't realize the curb was a lot higher than I anticipated. Of course being drunk, my foot slipped off the curb and I ended up putting all my weight on my ankle and broke it.

My foot was pretty fucking swollen and I was dumb enough to walk on it for 2 days before I ended up going to urgent care.

 

[AnimuGinger]

I got drunk, decided to make a fire in the backyard. Walk outside barefoot, step in wood pile to find good wood. Something impales foot and foot hurts like a bitch and starts swelling. Can't get fire started, give up as foot throbs.

Think I see something dark black in foot. Try digging it out with tweezers, rubbing alcohol, and swiss army knife. Can't. Hurts too much to keep cutting. Sober up some and drive to ER. Doctor orders x-ray, finds nothing, cuts open foot under lidocaine, finds nothing.

"Here are antibiotics. It'll work it's way out or be encapsulated and absorbed. Just give it time and follow up with your PCP. But I don't think anything is in there." (Bitch I saw something.)

Foot hurts to walk on for 3 weeks. I don't follow up with PCP. Notice black spot, think it's blood clot. Scrape away dead skin. Dark black spot. Squeeze like whitehead. Out pops thorn. Prolly 3/4 of an inch long, tip is still sharp.

 

[lolwut]

When I was in first grade the neighborhood kids and I would always be outside climbing trees, playing 'Army,' etc etc. One day my buddy and I were about ten feet into the forty foot tree they had in his yard and he needed to reach a higher branch. Being a good pal I offered to hold his gun for him.

Now, the important thing to remember about his gun was that it was a real god damn shotgun, just with the bolt taken out. So as he's sitting there above me gripping it with his sweaty hands by the muzzle, I probably should've realized why this wasn't such a good idea. Unfortunately, there wasn't much room for such thoughts in my head, what with the majority of it being filled with the buttstock of a 12 gauge. Not sure what happened after that but I do recall asking why I wasn't in the tree anymore and why my head was all wet and sticky.

Much more recently, I got to watch my personal lolcow electrocute himself. He was half-assedly washing this old oven for our boss when his damp rag found the seam in the oven metal case where it opened to its electrical components. I hear a loud pop and turn around to see sparks and him jumping around cursing loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear. He assured me he wasn't hurt and went back to washing the oven. I hadn't even fully turned around to get back to work when I hear another pop and find him washing the same damn spot that shocked him the first time. One guess what happened when he tried to finish washing the oven the next day.

I'm still waiting to see how he'll earn his Darwin Award.