Originally Posted by LA Guy
Because I like mountain-biking, and suck at it, this used to happen to me on a regular basis.
Best time. Biking in the trails north of Pasadena, I decided that riding the brakes was for wimps, and therefore, did not. Picked up an amazing amount of speed, especially when I hit the fireroad, which is gravelled over. At one turn, completely lost control of the bike, and opted to dive rather than going 15 feet down with the bike (which I had to scramble down to collect) An hour later, walked into the cafeteria, dripping blood from hands, elbows, and knees, asked for doubles of everything, sat down outside, and ate. Then took a shower and picked all the gravel out. Still have tons of scars from that one.
Scars are manly. Scars from athletic endeavors, brawls, and other stupid feats of manhood, especially.
once, when I was in the army, I was in lebanon in this little fort, about the size of a basketball court, with a dozen or so guys. we were deep in territory of people who didn't like us, and we would only leave to go out on patrols and every 4 weeks for leave. I got a litle burn on my wrist, probrably from a hot chain from firing a machine gun, but I don't know for sure. anyway, it got infected, and the infection got worse and worse, and my arm swelled up. now, one of the stupid things that we used to do, to show how hard we were, was to do as many missions as possible in between leaves home. I used to try to do a six hour patrol on, and a six hour shift off, straight for 4 weeks, which was considered as good as you could get - almost nobody could do that. anyway, I have this infection, and instead of asking to get sent back to the doctors office, which would have meant a few days off base, I just keep acting like nothing has happened. after a few days, I cut the cuff off my shirts, because I am having trouble getting my wrist through them, and then I cut the lower part of the sleeve of my parka off - it was winter and in lebanon it gets about as cold as Georgia, maybe - so it isn't snowy, but it is below freezing at night. I keep this up for a while, and then finally some officer sees me and orders me to go to the doctor. when I got to the doctor he was amazed that I hadn't come in sooner (which would, of course, been the intellegent thing to do). he cuts the thing open and a huge amount of puss comes out, to the extent that there is a cavity big enough for him sto stuff a small rag into to clean out the cavity.
but of course if I had been really tough I would have had him just hack off my hand.