Monday night I was about to get in to bed when I noticed the blind needed straightening as I’m the lightest sleeper, so as I stepped towards the window I’ve stood on something and lost my footing, my foot going over and landing on a 3 pronged monitor stand that was on the floor.
All I remember is trying to stop myself falling, looking at my leg and seeing the stand stuck into my leg and thinking “ffs I’m gonna have to go to hospital”.

If this was 24 hours in A&E I would’ve definitely got some air time! The paramedics just stared at me for 5 minutes trying to figure out how to get me out of my first floor flat. Then there was a lot of medical staff at the hospital wanting to take pictures as they don’t see this sort of thing often.

So what freak accidents have we all had that you think “you couldn’t make this up”?

I’ll add some images for the morbidly curious:

https://imgur.com/a/pMLfH3z – TRIGGER WARNING ITS A BIT GROSS (no blood) – my leg with my failed body mod.

https://imgur.com/a/4HMwHwF – this is what I came in to the hospital looking like. They made me transfer from a wheelchair to a hospital bed in the middle of a full waiting room looking like this

by LeanneJade

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  2. 14 at the time playing football. Landed funny on my left knee, got up and two seconds later fainted.

    Fractured the tiniest part of my left hip, went on a school holiday on the Monday to Paris with crutches and spent around 4 months on them.

    It has never felt great since and my left leg is still around 15kg of lifting weight weaker

  3. Not so much a freak accident, I tripped at home and my hand went through an indoor window deep cut on my wrist I wrapped it in a towel and went to bed in the morning got up to pee and collapsed by toilet A&E followed and stitches

  4. Walking down a street and I was distracted by a three foot high plastic gnome in a shop window and tripped over a slab that wasn’t even and went down like the proverbial sack of potatoes/shit. Broke my fecking ankle.

  6. Oh dear! That will be painful for a while!

    Similar but different; when I was 12, we lived rurally and my dad enjoyed fishing, so me and my faithful pup Toby went along so we could do some exploring in the forest nearby the fishing spot. Off we go, through some brush, trees etc, finding cool acorns etc. I go to hop over a ditch, and misjudge a branch angle. It staked me directly in my thigh. Hooh boy. Did I scream. DAAAADDD?! When I tell you a full grown man moved like a graceful gazelle through the brush, got to me in what felt like 2.6 seconds. Saw me. Was like, are you fkn srs right now. We have to leave fishing. 🙄

    He found me a good branch to use as a walking stick as we hobbled back and he half carried me. He then fashioned it a good handle on it afterwards, and it was so helpful lol I kept it for years. No stitches but I now have an O shaped scar on my thigh. One of my favourite scars lol.

  7. Stood on a very small and insignificant rock in an otherwise flat carpark. Ankle went one way, I went the other way. Went down like an uncoordinated domino. Took a few days for diagnosis, during which time I was walking around on it, but the ankle was actually a little bit broken

  8. That’s an amazing injury OP!

    I stood on a small toy bike and it punctured my foot. It was incredibly painful for a piece of plastic!

  9. 3/4 years ago I had shingles for the 1st time. Doc prescribed codeine and naproxen, plus amitryptaline and warned me to take it easy as it was a heavy mix of meds.

    Went for a piss, off my face on painkillers and noticed what looked like a coin on the bathroom floor mid stream. Leant forward to pick it up….and fell off the toilet on to the floor headbutting the bath panel.

    There was no coin, I was just tripping off my tits.

  11. I was so excited to see my cats after my holiday that I ended up in A&E from falling through the door as we got home.

  12. Cycling home from work one evening we had a sudden freeze. Going round a corner I hit a patch of black ice. The bike went one way, I went the other. I could see the kerb heading for my face so put out my hands to save my teeth.

    Knew instantly I’d broken my right wrist. Amazingly I got back on the bike and cycled home – adrenalin is such a drug. Straight to A+E to have it put in a cast. But the main plasterer wasn’t there so it was only a temporary one and I had to go back the next day for a proper fit.

    Get home and throughout the night I’m thinking the left arm is twinging a bit. Get to the hospital the next morning and mention it to the nurses. Go for an x-ray and, yup, both wrists broken.

    That was a fun 8 weeks I can tell ya.

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