I’ll start: I tried to move a bookshelf while drunk about 6 years ago and tore a tendon in my shoulder pretty damn good. It still bothers me sometimes if I move it wrong or sleep on it wrong.

  • TheBananaKing@lemmy.world
    49·
    9 months ago

    I went jogging on slightly damp asphalt with my then-7yo.

    I tripped on nothing and dislocated the living fuck out of my ankle, to the point that the paramedic insisted on sitting up by my head in the ambulance so she didn’t have to look at it - it was indeed extremely cursed.

    They said that I escaped major reconstructive surgery by grams and millimetres, but the ligament went to hell and my ankle is now only held together with chewing gum and hope.

    Running more than for the bus is off the cards for the rest of my life - however I’m otherwise fine, and I go hiking at every opportunity.

    • NoneOfUrBusiness@kbin.social
      141·
      9 months ago

      but the ligament went to hell and my ankle is now only held together with chewing gum and hope.

      I strive to be this eloquent one day.