I think I just broke my toe.

[jackspicer]

A doctor for a broken toe? Screw that...

I've never visited the doctor for broken toes. I remember once I was in Queens loading two busted ass cars onto the trailer for repo, and I dropped the huge ramps on my feet, smashed all 10 toes... hurt like a bitch, they swelled, turned yellow, and couldn't be moved. I just walked around on my heals for the next few days. Still did my job.

Is that a joke? because thats creepy man...

[Ack]

A doctor for a broken toe? Screw that...

I've never visited the doctor for broken toes. I remember once I was in Queens loading two busted ass cars onto the trailer for repo, and I dropped the huge ramps on my feet, smashed all 10 toes... hurt like a bitch, they swelled, turned yellow, and couldn't be moved. I just walked around on my heals for the next few days. Still did my job.

Now there's a man I can respect.

[Mozgus]

A doctor for a broken toe? Screw that...

I've never visited the doctor for broken toes. I remember once I was in Queens loading two busted ass cars onto the trailer for repo, and I dropped the huge ramps on my feet, smashed all 10 toes... hurt like a bitch, they swelled, turned yellow, and couldn't be moved. I just walked around on my heals for the next few days. Still did my job.

Now there's a man I can respect.

For as long as he's alive.

[lordofduct]

A doctor for a broken toe? Screw that...

I've never visited the doctor for broken toes. I remember once I was in Queens loading two busted ass cars onto the trailer for repo, and I dropped the huge ramps on my feet, smashed all 10 toes... hurt like a bitch, they swelled, turned yellow, and couldn't be moved. I just walked around on my heals for the next few days. Still did my job.

Now there's a man I can respect.

For as long as he's alive.

Hahahahaha, hey I'm still breathing here!

I wish I had more pictures of when I drove truck... I saw some amazing things back then.

[lordofduct]

Seeing as this thread is kind of a non-topic and mostly just Ack saying he may have broken his toe.

How about some stories of your gruesome past injuries. I know everyone here has to have something, like the time you broke you arm jumping your bike off that crappy ramp you built with your friends, or the time you ski'd into a tree, or who knows what... you all have to have one.

I'll get the ball rolling. The most memorable one for me was when I was driving truck... again. That job was painful!

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In Miami my brother and I picked up a totaled Mercedes Benz S class. It was a horrendous job getting this car on the trailer because it was so beat up. When we got back to West Palm it was late and the thing fell half off the trailer when trying to get it off. So I had to lift up the back end with my bare hands while my brother slid 2X8's underneath one of the tires.

Lift 3 inches, slide board, set down, lift three more inches, slide board, repeat.

Finally we got it to stop bottoming out and I hopped in and just reversed off the trailer... it was a several foot drop... WEEEE!

To do all this we had to disconnect the truck from the trailer, and now it was time to hook the truck back up. So I was flagging my brother to back up and making sure the fifth wheel in hitch pin were lining up properly. Now remember, we are tired, we just got in from New York that morning, we had to run to Miami and do some drops and pickups, and we just had to drop that piece of shit MB on the ground which took forever. Both of us are BEAT.

While he's backing up the O-ring drops off the stinger pin, this is a large carbon fiber disk that sits between the stinger pin and the fifth wheel to keep metal from scraping on metal. I scream out stop and put my stop hand motion up. I notice the truck start to slow down like it is stopping and I run in and replace the O-ring plate back in its position.

Well it turns out the slow down/faux-stop wasn't actually my brother stopping. He didn't notice my scream to stop and as I was applying some grease to hold the plate up he jerks backwards into the fifth wheel...

MY HAND STILL IN BETWEEN THE STINGER AND FIFTH WHEEL!

My hand get's pulled in between the two as he jerks backwards and the fifth wheel clicks lock shut.luckily I was wearing gloves and the whole time this is occuring I'm pulling away as the glove get's sucked in.

The tips of my pointer, middle and ring finger get caught right at the end and squish them flat. I pull back and stumble backwards staring at my grease and blood covered hand. My brother notices me in the mirror and immediately dives out the truck screaming in terror.

I was silent... I think the shock of it all was just so much I didn't even want to talk... though I must admit I really wanted to vomit! My brother on the other hand was convinced he removed my entire hand and was screaming in terror.

We rushed to the ER (yes I went to the doctor!) and got it patched up. That was hell though, I hate waiting in line as your hand is bleeding everywhere as tummy ache after tummy ache take presidence over you. And the whole time the nurse is yelling at you to stop getting blood all over the place.

"K Honey, I'll work on that... I'm not really that concerned about my ability to use my hand ever again anyways!"

I got it fixed up and bandaged. Went home and slept the night away.




Now the irony!

The next morning my brother and I were up again to go back to work. We had a load to finish picking up and Tampa and head up to Boston. While in Tampa I guess my brother was tired or God knows what. But the idiot is tieing down a car on the top rack completely wrong. You see there is this crank system to tie down the car. You stick this long metal bar in it and turn it. You ALWAYS turn one direction so that way if the tension revurburates, the bar flies AWAY from you, not toward you.

Well he did it backwards, the Cadi jumps, the bar spins towards him and smashes his arm!

Fast forward 2 days and we are in Boston unloading cars to a customer. His right arm is in a cast and my left hand is in large bloddy bandages. The customer thought we were a couple gimps!

[Ack]

Well, in that case, I have a scar that's mostly faded now from when I was about...6. My family was at my grandparents' place, and we were packing up to leave when we get told to go run to the bathroom so we can leave. So of course, being two adolescent boys, my brother(who was about 5) race each other. We get a bit physical and he shoves me and knocks me over, and I manage to catch my ear on the lip of this easel as I fell, nearly ripping the damn thing off. So I scream and everybody comes running, and they stuff me into our van so we can drive to the hospital. My dad's got a washcloth pressed against the side of my head that he keeps pulling back with more and more blood on it(head wounds bleed a lot) and I'm wailing the entire time and my mom's driving as fast as she can to get the hospital.

And when we arrive, they make us sit in the waiting room for 3 GOD DAMN HOURS while I'm bleeding all over the place. Ended up getting something like 15 stitches and a ride in a wheelchair. Totally not worth it.

[lordofduct]

What is up with that...

I love how on TV and the sort they make it seem like when a bleeding, in agony, person comes walking into an ER room the ER goes into work mode to help that wounded person out.

Or at least you know... give you a room or a bed, or something.

No, in real life it's you sitting in the waiting room gushing blood on everyone... who knows, you could have AIDS or Hep C for all the rest of the people know, and here you are squirting blood on the person next to you! Real fucking sanitary!

Think of it, I come walking into the waiting room next to you. I have a knife wound in my side and I'm gushing blood on you. I look up at you and grin my big yellow non-pearlies at you and you notice the piercings on my face and the several tattoos on my upper body because my shirt was removed to stop the bleeding. I stink of cigs and some skanks perfume. And I just look like some drug addict, or atleast ex-drug addict (which this is ALL what I look like). Would you feel sanitary with your sniffles and strep throat? You might think "shit, I should of just stayed home with my strep, it ain't like it's deadly."


"ehhh," **COUGH COUGH** "Hey man, how's you doing?" **SQUIRT BLOOD** "How long you been waiting?" **COUGH**


yes I know it's just TV and TV isn't real... but I just find it funny and annoying.

[MrPopo]

Hmm... I don't really have any stories that can stand up to the majesty of the truck one. I think the only thing that even comes close is when I was about 5, I tripped on my driveway. I fell poorly, and knocked my front tooth against the asphalt. However, it didn't knock out the tooth. Instead, the tooth turned yellow. I proceeded to refer to it as "my gold tooth", until it came out when I started losing my baby teeth.

[Ack]

Haha, yeah, I had something like that happened. I had a bike accident when I was about eight or so, where I ran face first into a tree. It screwed up my front tooth a bit, but it stayed in until my younger brother smacked me in the mouth when we were, once again, racing to the bathroom. Had to get the dentist to stick it back in.

Still, it's not as bad as the surgery I had to get a couple of years ago. But I don't like talking about that. I don't like thinking about it...

[MrPopo]

Still, it's not as bad as the surgery I had to get a couple of years ago. But I don't like talking about that. I don't like thinking about it...

Busted testicle?