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Yesterday i busted my pinky toe on one of y bed legs,high speed crash and horrible pain,now its getting better fast and i think by tomorrow there will be no traces something happened.

gotta love being a fast healer

Did Mr. Miyagi come around with his green powder?

BoredShirtless wrote:Did Mr. Miyagi come around with his green powder?

No.....no green powder,no medication nothing

Montcalm wrote:Yesterday i busted my pinky toe on one of y bed legs,high speed crash and horrible pain,now its getting better fast and i think by tomorrow there will be no traces something happened.

gotta love being a fast healer

bloody hell... once I stubbed my foot on a doorjamb (kind of whacked it as i walked through) and when i put my foot down, it HURT... i looked down, and the little toe was bent out at practically a right angle! and it was early morning, too... so i was sitting up all night, in AGONY, just waitin' for my dad... and you know what he did? Took my foot, told me to "hold tight", then YANKED the bloody toe right back into place... worse hurtin' than I ever thought possible! took two weeks to heal... and no painkillers, not even OTC's!

some people have more luck than they deserve...












seriously though, i'm glad you didn't suffer like i did... just hope you never have to last through any of that!

The biggest pain i ever had was busting my head on a big floor beam in my aunt`s barn while i was playing tarzan damn rope lowered without warning,i woke up several hours later in the house.

I stub my toes and fingers against things on an almost regular basis. But, it's nothing big. I just stand there, swear a lot, put it under cold water, and move on with my life.

Having an insanely high pain tolerance isn't always a good thing. Take a few case studies, all involving me, or members of my family.

First off, wrestling around in the schoolyard with a few friends, I get lifted about six feet in the air and dropped, directly on my arm. Being the brainchild that I am, I ignore it and go to class. About an hour later, I realize something may be slightly wrong as I find out I have to physically lift the hurting arm with my other arm to actually write something. Later, at the doctor's, I find out that I had fractured my arm in several places.

Second, this time in highschool. In a friendly game of dodgeball (read: About two dozen athletic adolescents trying their damndest to kill each other with hard, rubber balls), the school pitcher manages to nail me right in between the eyes. Aside from being so dizzy I can hardly walk, nothing seems to be wrong with me, so I spend the rest of the day at school, despite having a splitting headache. At home, later that day, I feel dizzy and tired, so I decide to...take a nap. Several hours later, at the docter's office, I find out I have a rather nasty concussion.

One fine winter, sledding. I hit a nasty bump, fly about six feet vertically, and about fifteen feet horizontally, and land on one knee on what is pretty much solid ice. I continue sledding for the rest of the day (first mistake). That night, I help my dad put up some drywall (second mistake). The next morning, I realize I'm having severe difficulty walking, and almost fall down the stairs (third mistake). Once again, at the docter's office, I find out that the ligament in my knee has pretty much been torn to shreds.

And if you're wondering where I get this self-destructive tendency from, my mother. One day, she suffers a nasty fall down a few stairs and hurts her ankle. Fine, it doesn't hurt *too* much. So she decides to continue her regular four-mile walks. Of course, that grinding sensation felt in her ankle was merely the muscles knitting. Later, at, once again. the docter's, we find out that she had pretty much ground a broken ankle-bone into powder.

-Damien