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The worst injury you have ever had?
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Yeah, Superior, NE
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I've had kidney stones twice. Always managed to avoid serious injury somehow
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Turned 40....blew my Achilles.... Happy Birthday 2 me.
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Nope, it was my left. I will never take for granted having 2 arms though. The simplest things were hard as fuck. Tying shoes, applying deodorant and showering.
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If you don’t mind me asking where did this happen?
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Sounds like most of his body
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I had been pretty bullet proof until about 2 years ago. Many years of football, high school then college. Broke my left kneecap my soph year of high school. Played the last 3 games of the season with it broken because the head coach said I was being a pussy and I really wasn't hurt. Went through the first week of basketball practices limping/hurting like crazy. Always the fastest/quickest player on the team, but could barely run at that point. Same head coach as football - kept calling me a pussy and now calling me lazy to boot (I had never exhibited either of those things, just the opposite). Finally after him riding me because I wasn't winning wind sprints, etc, during bball practice, I walked out of practice, used the pay phone in the lobby to call my dad and have him take me to the hospital. Came back to the end of practice with a full leg cast to immobilize the full broken in half knee cap. Dad waited for the coach in the stands until practice was over - coach was pale as a mofo, he knew he fucked up.
In college I sprained my ankles so many times I lost count. Almost none of those times actually playing football, as we had to mandatory by taped up before team/position meetings then practice. I almost always sprained my ankles playing hoops (we weren't supposed to be playing hoops per head coaches orders but most of us did anyway). Ankles got so loose, several times when I had come down on someones foot (almost always how it happened), my foot would be out of joint inwards completely. First time I was sure it was broken, but after about 30 seconds it popped back into place.
Nothing really severe over my adult years. I bent my right hand ring finger completely backwards at the 2nd joint falling to the rocks while traversing a slick, mossy area near the end of the jetties on Padre Island. This was about 5 or 6 years ago. I was sure it broken, but said fuck it and cranked it back into place standing on the end of the jetties. It is still somewhat larger at that joint to this day, but wasn't broken apparently (I never got it checked).
Then on June 15th 2020, I was working (am a contractor) and my left lower bicep tendon just snapped, literally right in front of my face, while putting maybe 50 lbs or so of force on the arm. It was like a big rubber band just snapping, I saw my muscle shoot up towards my shoulder and heard a loud pop like a small firecracker. Was 20' in the air on a ladder, knew immediately what happened, went right to the hospital for a 2.5 hr MRI (that was fun). I had surgery 9 days later, but it didn't hold, the tendon pulled out of the hole they had drilled through my arm bone to anchor it. So another round of MRI's and surgeries just a few months later.
I thought/hoped I was done with this kind of thing. No forewarning I had a major arm tendon about to snap. Late June of 2021 I was dancing with a 35lb 3 yr old little girl at a wedding reception. "Dancing" with the littles (there are 3 living in our house) means swinging them around in circles while on the dance floor. Most of the night I was doing this with two littles (3yr old and 2 yr old girls). Towards the end of the night, my upper right bicep tendon snapped while swinging the 3 yr old around. I immediately knew what happened again, same thing as a year previous, only the upper bicep tendon this time (easier to fix than the lower bicep tendon). During the MRI they found my Labia was torn, AC joint bad, and almost all of my rotator cuff as torn off the bone. I don't think the shoulder injuries happened much, if at all, when my bicep tendon snapped, but the surgeon said it all needed to be fixed. 6 hours of surgery, then a month of horrible, painful recovery before they found my shoulder was badly infected from the surgery. So bad they had to do an emergency clean out surgery the next morning, I then spent the next 5 days in the h hospital (worst 5 days of my life). They put a pic line in my artery to my heart as I had to do 5 hours a day of home IV (3 very strong IV antibiotics, one of which is supposedly the "antibiotic of last resort" strongest antibiotic there is). 5 fucking hours a day for 6 weeks at a cost of over a little over a grand a day. What a motherfucker. They took the pic line out and then put my on 3 strong oral antibiotics for 6 months (I just finally got off those 2 weeks ago). I have lost 25 lbs from my frame (with little to no excess fat to lose before that). I started back to work before the pic line was out, so early October. Slowly but surely I have gained strength back to my shoulder, but I have no rotator cuff as they had to tear all 4 screws and the repairs to it out in the clean up surgery. I just recently was able to kind of start shooting a basketball again. This happening to my dominant hand/arm was been a bitch being a contractor. At this point I am used to it though.
I did break my ribs last day of the ski season in April 2021. It was warm, snow was slushy/wet. I ski hard and fast, and hit one of my normal jumps on the local ski hill. Wasn't even going that fasts, but when I landed I hit a slush hole that stopped my skis in their tracks. I fall about once a season, that season was my first fall. 2nd to last run of the season. I also badly tore my right hamstring trying to instinct stay on my skis. It all happened so fast it was just reaction. Like an idiot, I got up, knew I was hurt, but skiied down the hill just in time to catch the last lift of the year. Had to basically ski on one ski my hamstring hurt so badly, and I could barely breath from my hurting ribs. A trip to the hospital once I got off the ski hill determined broken ribs and badly torn hamstring (not that I didn't know the outcome of either injury).
So until 2 years ago, really nothing serious, but since then, I gotta wonder what will snap next. I don't stress too much about another injury, but take a little more care than I did 2 years ago. Just a little, not much more care, lol.
In college I sprained my ankles so many times I lost count. Almost none of those times actually playing football, as we had to mandatory by taped up before team/position meetings then practice. I almost always sprained my ankles playing hoops (we weren't supposed to be playing hoops per head coaches orders but most of us did anyway). Ankles got so loose, several times when I had come down on someones foot (almost always how it happened), my foot would be out of joint inwards completely. First time I was sure it was broken, but after about 30 seconds it popped back into place.
Nothing really severe over my adult years. I bent my right hand ring finger completely backwards at the 2nd joint falling to the rocks while traversing a slick, mossy area near the end of the jetties on Padre Island. This was about 5 or 6 years ago. I was sure it broken, but said fuck it and cranked it back into place standing on the end of the jetties. It is still somewhat larger at that joint to this day, but wasn't broken apparently (I never got it checked).
Then on June 15th 2020, I was working (am a contractor) and my left lower bicep tendon just snapped, literally right in front of my face, while putting maybe 50 lbs or so of force on the arm. It was like a big rubber band just snapping, I saw my muscle shoot up towards my shoulder and heard a loud pop like a small firecracker. Was 20' in the air on a ladder, knew immediately what happened, went right to the hospital for a 2.5 hr MRI (that was fun). I had surgery 9 days later, but it didn't hold, the tendon pulled out of the hole they had drilled through my arm bone to anchor it. So another round of MRI's and surgeries just a few months later.
I thought/hoped I was done with this kind of thing. No forewarning I had a major arm tendon about to snap. Late June of 2021 I was dancing with a 35lb 3 yr old little girl at a wedding reception. "Dancing" with the littles (there are 3 living in our house) means swinging them around in circles while on the dance floor. Most of the night I was doing this with two littles (3yr old and 2 yr old girls). Towards the end of the night, my upper right bicep tendon snapped while swinging the 3 yr old around. I immediately knew what happened again, same thing as a year previous, only the upper bicep tendon this time (easier to fix than the lower bicep tendon). During the MRI they found my Labia was torn, AC joint bad, and almost all of my rotator cuff as torn off the bone. I don't think the shoulder injuries happened much, if at all, when my bicep tendon snapped, but the surgeon said it all needed to be fixed. 6 hours of surgery, then a month of horrible, painful recovery before they found my shoulder was badly infected from the surgery. So bad they had to do an emergency clean out surgery the next morning, I then spent the next 5 days in the h hospital (worst 5 days of my life). They put a pic line in my artery to my heart as I had to do 5 hours a day of home IV (3 very strong IV antibiotics, one of which is supposedly the "antibiotic of last resort" strongest antibiotic there is). 5 fucking hours a day for 6 weeks at a cost of over a little over a grand a day. What a motherfucker. They took the pic line out and then put my on 3 strong oral antibiotics for 6 months (I just finally got off those 2 weeks ago). I have lost 25 lbs from my frame (with little to no excess fat to lose before that). I started back to work before the pic line was out, so early October. Slowly but surely I have gained strength back to my shoulder, but I have no rotator cuff as they had to tear all 4 screws and the repairs to it out in the clean up surgery. I just recently was able to kind of start shooting a basketball again. This happening to my dominant hand/arm was been a bitch being a contractor. At this point I am used to it though.
I did break my ribs last day of the ski season in April 2021. It was warm, snow was slushy/wet. I ski hard and fast, and hit one of my normal jumps on the local ski hill. Wasn't even going that fasts, but when I landed I hit a slush hole that stopped my skis in their tracks. I fall about once a season, that season was my first fall. 2nd to last run of the season. I also badly tore my right hamstring trying to instinct stay on my skis. It all happened so fast it was just reaction. Like an idiot, I got up, knew I was hurt, but skiied down the hill just in time to catch the last lift of the year. Had to basically ski on one ski my hamstring hurt so badly, and I could barely breath from my hurting ribs. A trip to the hospital once I got off the ski hill determined broken ribs and badly torn hamstring (not that I didn't know the outcome of either injury).
So until 2 years ago, really nothing serious, but since then, I gotta wonder what will snap next. I don't stress too much about another injury, but take a little more care than I did 2 years ago. Just a little, not much more care, lol.
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You’re lucky. I know a kid who lost an eye this exact same way around the same age.
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When I was about 8 or 9 I kinda did the same thing. Me and a buddy were playing plastic golf in the backyard. Thought it would be a good idea to stand literally right in front of him and stare at the ball as he hit it. Smoked me right in the fore head with the club and got a giant goose egg about 3/4 of the way up my forehead. Shocking, I know
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Shits crazy. Funny side story about the kid who lost an eye- he wound up marrying an amish girl (theres amish near the area i grew up) and her family disowned her.
Not because he wasn’t amish but because he had a prostethic eye. Apparently the amish do not believe in prostethics and that was a big deal for them. Weird. They got divorced less than 2 years after being married.
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Good ole Verdigre… them Czech boys’ll get ya. Kolache days this weekend
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Emotionally, watching Wisconsin run over our defense in the B1G Championship Game. Thanks @Bobot.
Physically, when I rolled my ankle on the drop zone of a night mission up in Alaska (not an actual mission, but simulation). Almost to the rendezvous site and I stepped in a truck wheel root in the dark, and that was enough to take me out for a few months. It was a bad roll. Military solution: motrin, water, and elevate it.
Physically, when I rolled my ankle on the drop zone of a night mission up in Alaska (not an actual mission, but simulation). Almost to the rendezvous site and I stepped in a truck wheel root in the dark, and that was enough to take me out for a few months. It was a bad roll. Military solution: motrin, water, and elevate it.
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i can't remember the last time I had a kolache
might have to go to the Kolache Factory this weekend
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I'm kind of surprised the Amish were down with divorce
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The whole process of finding out I needed Tommy John plus getting it plus rehab is the worst for me. Basically 2 straight seasons I had pitched with elbow pain.
First time was during summer ball, I was trying side arm to just set myself apart from the other lefties and make myself unique and noticeable. Horrible elbow pain, but dealt with it anyway. Would never do this in any other circumstance but pulled myself from a game because I essentially had to take a good 30 seconds of walking around the mound to get feeling back in my hand after each pitch. UCL was probably torn the entire time but after that through fall and winter I went through pretty extensive rehab and then a throwing program with an Omaha pitching coach that specialized in left handed pitching. I thought I had tendonitis so the rehab was to essentially strengthen everything around my elbow, and let my elbow rest for a few months. Was more mentally exhausting than physically but I put everything I had into it thinking it would be the only time I would deal with rehab and injury. Ending up walking on to pitch at a D2 school in Kansas. was incredible.
Got to campus, did some more of my throwing program during the first few weeks, started pitching off the mound again and the elbow pain came back. It did go away through rehab and my throwing program so I thought I was good. But it came back. Got an MRI a day or two later, partially torn UCL. Enough that Tommy John was recommended if I wanted to keep playing. So I got set up with a doc in Omaha that also specializes in that and went through it.
Cast and complete immobilization for 10 days. That was MISERABLE. Got to the point where there was a sharp pain in my shoulder due to the weight of the cast and just not being able to move. Wore one of those cool braces for a few months while working with PT 3x a week on range of motion and strengthening. Can't remember the timeline anymore but 4ish months once everything was cleared I was able to start tossing a baseball around. That part was great but as the days go on you have to keep progressing, but your arm just isn't the same for a while. They say in the pros that it's the 2nd year coming back from TJ where you start to feel normal again. I was about 22 at the time. My dream was always to play professionally but looking back I was already well past that clock and nowhere near good enough to try anything even semi-pro.
So, at the time, my protocol was calling for throwing the ball about 70 yards on a football field, and I just didn't have it. Arm felt sore, like a noodle, and fatigued pretty much all the time. That's standard but at the time of going through my now second grueling rehab, I was just done. Mentally wasn't in it anymore, and physically definitely not. I'll never forget it, my dad was my throwing partner and helping me through the program and we were getting done with a session on evening and I just walked up to him and told him I was done and I didn't want to throw anymore. He looked sad and told me to take a day or two and think about it. Realistically I was probably just being emotional and in my feels but I knew deep down it was time to hang it up.
Mentally, physically, emotionally, that was the worst
First time was during summer ball, I was trying side arm to just set myself apart from the other lefties and make myself unique and noticeable. Horrible elbow pain, but dealt with it anyway. Would never do this in any other circumstance but pulled myself from a game because I essentially had to take a good 30 seconds of walking around the mound to get feeling back in my hand after each pitch. UCL was probably torn the entire time but after that through fall and winter I went through pretty extensive rehab and then a throwing program with an Omaha pitching coach that specialized in left handed pitching. I thought I had tendonitis so the rehab was to essentially strengthen everything around my elbow, and let my elbow rest for a few months. Was more mentally exhausting than physically but I put everything I had into it thinking it would be the only time I would deal with rehab and injury. Ending up walking on to pitch at a D2 school in Kansas. was incredible.
Got to campus, did some more of my throwing program during the first few weeks, started pitching off the mound again and the elbow pain came back. It did go away through rehab and my throwing program so I thought I was good. But it came back. Got an MRI a day or two later, partially torn UCL. Enough that Tommy John was recommended if I wanted to keep playing. So I got set up with a doc in Omaha that also specializes in that and went through it.
Cast and complete immobilization for 10 days. That was MISERABLE. Got to the point where there was a sharp pain in my shoulder due to the weight of the cast and just not being able to move. Wore one of those cool braces for a few months while working with PT 3x a week on range of motion and strengthening. Can't remember the timeline anymore but 4ish months once everything was cleared I was able to start tossing a baseball around. That part was great but as the days go on you have to keep progressing, but your arm just isn't the same for a while. They say in the pros that it's the 2nd year coming back from TJ where you start to feel normal again. I was about 22 at the time. My dream was always to play professionally but looking back I was already well past that clock and nowhere near good enough to try anything even semi-pro.
So, at the time, my protocol was calling for throwing the ball about 70 yards on a football field, and I just didn't have it. Arm felt sore, like a noodle, and fatigued pretty much all the time. That's standard but at the time of going through my now second grueling rehab, I was just done. Mentally wasn't in it anymore, and physically definitely not. I'll never forget it, my dad was my throwing partner and helping me through the program and we were getting done with a session on evening and I just walked up to him and told him I was done and I didn't want to throw anymore. He looked sad and told me to take a day or two and think about it. Realistically I was probably just being emotional and in my feels but I knew deep down it was time to hang it up.
Mentally, physically, emotionally, that was the worst
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Yeah i’m not sure how that all went down. I just know they aren’t together anymore
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Lol the amish are wild. My family buys cattle from the sale barn in Palmyra, NE, which has plenty of Amish in attendance. It's a good time people watching lol
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I did twist my ankle warming up before the first game of the season my senior year of high school, it was the first ankle twist I ever remember having. We didn't tape ankles back then at our high school. One of the assistant coaches had commented about a week earlier that I had ankles and feet of a thoroughbred. Basically slim bones, long narrow feet with a very high arch. He said be careful about twisting an ankle! Something I had never done. But they had put new turf on our home town field a few days before our first game, and there were big gaps in the turf (rolled out turf type of thing) and I stepped on a gap during run throughs of plays and turned the ankle pretty good. Played through it, but when we played Battle Creek 3 games later (at that point they were nearly always state champ level), and knowing I was our best player, and also somehow knowing about my sore ankle, they would twist my ankle purposefully after getting tackled in the pile. I mean they would grab ahold and just twist it hard. I said something to the refs several times about this, they did nothing. Pretty dirty.
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