This thread is for traumatic events!

ok I had a traumatic event this morning - my doggies decided to fight.

I got bit on the leg!!

no blood, just a bruise, but it saddened me to see them go at each other with such a vengeance. Dogs do everything with a vengeance!! Little bitches

I got trapped under a desk and Willow got her head stuck in a bin and passed out.

I once managed to cut half-way through the end of my little finger...

... with a blade of dry grass. *shudder*

I'm still traumatized by that one, even years later. What a horrible sensation that was.

Oh right. you want REAL ones.

Well Cross reminded me of a good one.

When I was a wee nipper, I went fishing with my cousins, having never been before, and not having a rod. In fact none of us had a rod. We DID have a very sharp knife and an abundance of tree branches though.

Being young, stupid and inexperienced with very sharp knives, I started fashioning a rod for myself by trimming the extra twigs from a nice straight branch. Cutting towards myself, naturally.

Which I discovered was not a good idea when the twig gave far easier than I expected and I sliced through my index finger, which also gave far easier than I expected, given that I cut directly between the knuckle and first bone, neatly through cartilage and muscle, leaving it hanging by the little webby bit between it and my middle finger.

Fortunately, my leg didnt give quite as easily. Well, not after the knife hit the bone, anyway.

I was traumatized by Kris' traumatic event just now.

Okay, I am never reading this forum again. Ever.

Alright, I'm lying.

Damn, Kris... I hope they put it all back on again straight!

When I was like 4 or 5, I had a traumatic experience.. which pretty much still effects me, to this day.

My Mom used to clean my ears with a Q-tip after all of my bathes.. well, this particularly fateful day, I decided--in my playful spirit--to charge off in a gallop, initiating a game of 'Tag, you're it'. I went running through the house, into the living room, and I lept onto the couch, landing on my side.... the Q-Tip... was still in my ear... and, from the impact of landing on the couch, with that side of my head facing down, said object was forced deeper down my ear canal, bursting the ear drum, and going slightly deeper.

I don't remember much about my childhood... but that.. I remember... Being rushed to the hospital, having open-ear surgery, lotsa more visits, and now, as time has gone by, an apparent hearing loss... And even after 3 surgeries, the patch they made for the ear drum doesn't fully work.. When I go to the ear doctor, they can never get a suction on the ear to do the little test thing where they shoot a noise down the canal and measure it to bounce back... it like.. never bounces back.

Oh! And because of that? Can't get water in my ear... which really sucks, because I grew up living around huge lakes.. and my parents were the type to ALWAYS be out on the lake and stuff like that. Can't swim, though... cause of the whole 'get too much water in the ear, all-expenses-not-paid trip to hospital'.

So, yeah... my traumatic experience ...

Ursa

If they broke your skin, go get a tetnis shot and you might need antibiotics. I am not kidding. People die from pet bites. DONT WAIT... Its really a serious thing


fen-

ok heres mine -

Last night I was picking my son up from work and I went into Starbucks to get my stay up all night on SL latte. Some young ladies were walking from the parking lot to Starbucks and some jerk flew out of his parking space and almost hit them.

So, the girls told him what they thought of his driving abilities as they continued their walk to starbucks.

Then this guy screaches from his spot screams at them"Im gonna f*#k you up", jumps out of his car leaves the door open, motor running, and runs into Starbucks after the girls. As my son said "He got up all in her face". They scream a bit, then he hauls off and clocked her one. She flew back, sending bags of coffee beans all thro the store on her free trip to the floor.

geesh..

I didnt need my latte after that...

fen-

Thanks for the concern! There is just a bruise - I had on a pair of fairly tough jeans but I need to figure out a better control system then sticking my leg between them!

Traumatic experience: kissing my comatose 3-year-old niece on the forehead and saying "goodbye", then watching her mom and dad and the priest go into the room and close the door. It actually happened 10 or so years ago, but a conversation I had with a friend this morning brought it all right up front again.

She was playing in the back yard of the home of a friend of her mother's, with several other kids (including her two sisters). There is a river that runs right behind the house, with no fence of any kind between the yard and the river.

She fell into the river. The initial cause of death was listed as "drowning", but it turns out she was dead before she hit the water - blunt head trauma.

3 or so days in the hospital before her mother and father made the decision to remove her from life support - she had absolutely no chance of living without mechanical help, and even then it was just her heart beating.

I've always wondered how it was that the mother was inside the house while the kids were outside playing near the sheer riverbank, unsupervised... but I wasn't there. I just don't know... and if I think it was hard to say goodbye to my niece, I can't begin to fathom saying goodbye to my own child.

Different kind of trauma, I suppose, but definitely something that will stick with me forever.

Chris

I have two actually. The first one is short, I went to war. Will post the second one with attachment as it is too long and dreary to rewrite.

I was on an assignment in the South Pacific for 4 months and had taken up scuba diving. The attachment is the local rag and my story starts on the first page and obviously I was the Diver Rescued.

OMG. You people have never been tramuatized.

Here, in these very forums... yes.. yes.. I have been traumatized. And IT'S ALL YOUR FAULTS.

I am now scarred for life. I will never be the same.

The traumatic event? I suggest that the squeamish, te women and children and the ovelry prudish leave now for I am going to reveal this trauma and you might not appreciate it.

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Well, maybe I can. Sigh. Sniff.Sniff.
I was called... gulp... a troll!!!

OMG,,my Momma would turn over in her grave if she knew the stain now on her name.

I blame you all for my shame.. for we know that trolls have none.

Korg, stop following me. You have your own thread back in General.

Ooops. Sorry... wait.. Trolls aren't sorry.. No. I won't be sorry - or at least can't admit it or I will be kicked out of Troll Unions of Cyberspace, Post #69963 where I am the zeta troll.

and besides.. I like the view when I follow you.

I thought you said you were a alpha troll for that new series? Oops...um Looks like I've turned the tables and am now following you.

*tag* You're it. *shakes her lil troll tushie to another thread*

OMG..

my traumatic event..

I came onto the forums to cheer myself whilst ill... and... THERES NOONE HERE?!!?

*runs off into the afternoon crying*

I know a guy who would have gotten a serious ass kicking had I been in the store, not to mention some hot coffee in his face. He might have also had some trouble finding his car after he regained conciousness as well.

My nail broke today.. after i had them done the day before

I haf another one.

As a slightly older nipper, I bought myself a second hand Vespa. I prolly shoulda checked it over better before riding it home, specially since the paperwork had 'sold as seen' on it, and that means 'it's f*cked' generally.

Anyhoo, I rode it from the guys house, pleased as punch, down a very steep hill that ended in a t-junction with a main road.

I hit the breaks at the junction, and nothing happened. I skidded the scooter sideways and slid between two cars, one coming either way. Both wheels hit the opposite kerb simultaneously and I was brutally catapulted off, face down in several inches of mud in a dense thicket of thistles and nettles.

I lay there for a moment, slightly stunned and more than a little sore, but counting my lucky stars that I was basically unhurt, when I heard a loud 'crack'.

I turned to look up just in time to see the scooter falling from the branches of a tree directly above me.

Net result was two broken legs and a totalled scooter I owned for less than 10 minutes. *sigh*

best friends mother died suddenly a month before she graduated with her degree and got engaged. Not techncally my tramatic event, but she's my best friend, and her mother was the first person I've ever personally known who died. so ya, that hurt a bit. Classic case of the good die young. She was only in her 40s, a nurse, and all around good samaritan. I know everyones a saint after they die, but the lady really was just good

When I was 4 or 5, my parents had thier best friends over for dinner. I decided I would 'entertain' the adults in the living room by dancing around. On one of my fabulous twirls, I lost my balance and fell face forward, hit my head on the floor, and knocked myself out cold. I had to be taken to Sacramento for a cat-scan (or something) to make sure I hadn't done any serious damage.

I didn't want to post anything sad so I'll talk about my problem with sharks.

I've always been afraid of them. I had a near panic attack when I saw them in SeaWorld. They ruined "Finding Nemo" for me. And I totally boycotted "Shark Tale." I just can't take sharks.

One day, my friends and I went to the beach to surf. Well, they would be surfing. I bought a bogeyboard and wanted to test it out. I had to keep close to the others but they were riding the bigger waves. Soon, me and my bogeyboard got swept further from the shore to the point that I gave up and just floated on my back.

Staring up at the sky, I felt someone splash water on my face. I snarled, thinking one of my surfer buds did that, whined that I'm tired, and demanded that they throw me over their board and paddle me back to shore.

No response. Odd.

I lift up my head and noted that my friends had become specks in the distance now. Bleh, I had grossly drifted away from the shore. I was too lazy at this point to find my bogey board. Whatever, it was on clearance. Sighing loudly, I begun to swim back.

As I'm swimming, I glance down and see something creeping underneath me. And oh shit! I just start hearing the theme music in my head. Flashbacks of Jaws. I swam faster. But the damn thing was still under there! Swirling by the corals, probably deciding which limb to nibble off of me first!

I didn't know what to do. Did the shark think I was a seal?! I sucked in my stomach, thinking if it saw my ribs it'll think I'm too scrawny. But eeeeee it was still there -- AND MY FOOT JUST TOUCHED A FIN!

I flipped out. Gave up looking graceful. I did the best I could to haul ass in water. Snorting water in my nose, my lungs, blubbering and howling. Sudden outbursts of shrill squeaking. But the shark was still on my ass. My antics only seemed to agitate it more. Then I decided it would be a good idea to kick off my flippers, my goggles, earplugs, etc. Hoping it'd chase after one of these.

I cried, I screamed. Ocean water mixed in with my snot, so I had a salty mask on my face. And then finally, I felt my feet hit the sand. I sprung from the water waving my arms in hysterics. Then I flopped on the sand next to my stunned friends.

As I was hyperventilating, I told them what happened. And at this point I didn't care I was naked. I WAS ALMOST EATEN BY A SHARK. I even said it aloud. "I don't care if I'm butt naked, I almost DIED!"

Then one of my friends replied, "Uh, you're not completely naked actually." And they all pointed to my left foot.

And there were my bikini bottoms, wrapped around the ankle.

And this ankle still had strapped to it a leash.

Which incidentally was still connected to my bogeyboard.

The board being the "shark" from which I had just rescued myself.






I don't care if I'm a hysterical moron, I WAS TRAUMATIZED!

LOL! you so kyoot!