hey whats going on in your avatar rudilerm?? lol sorry guys to hijack this i just really cant figure that out lol
one time i was drinking with one of my best friends and he ended up getting a deep slice in his arm from a knife he was playing with(lol dont ask).we were hammered and we were underage at the time so he didn’t wanna go to the hospital. he stitched himself up with a sewing needle and thread. the next day he went to the hospital and showed a doctor the mess he made of his arm trying to sew the cut up. the doctor looked at him and said “are you retarded”. the thread had to be be removed because it could have caused ink poisoning or something like that. lol i thought the whole ordeal was hilarious
I had an ingrown toenail (big toe) when I was a teenager and I cut it out with an X-Acto knife.
When I was in high school, I made an X-Acto blade throwing star and it was stuck in my bedroom floor. When I had a little graduation party, I went into my bedroom for some reason and ended up stepping on it. As I was walking out into the hallway, my foot felt wet, so I looked down and the floor had blood footprints going from one end of the room to the other.
I yelled for my buddy to get me some paper towels and the RESOLVE spot cleaner, because I was getting blood all over my mom’s new beige carpeting.
He came up and started freaking out and telling me that we had to get to the hospital, because I was bleeding like a stuck pig. All I was concerned about was getting the carpet cleaned.
Well, the RESOLVE got the carpet cleaned, and I just wrapped my foot up with paper towels and masking tape, then went to my buddies house to drink some more.
This doesn’t mean that I was a man, it means that I was stupid.
Screw you guys, I’m paying Professionals to numb me up, knock me out, and send me home.
Take the shot. I had an infected finger right next to my nail last year, and my doctor gave me a couple shots in the 2nd knuckle. It didn’t really work, and him cutting into my finger to drain it hurt like hell.
I had to have my finger drained again 3 or 4 days later, but he sent me to a hand specialist, who gave me around 7 shots in the base of my finger total. He started with 4 but gave me 3 more after he started and asked if I could feel anything, I said it wasn’t bad (compared to the first time it got cut), but he said he was going for no pain, not less pain.
The second time was much less painful overall, even though I got more shots. I’m kind of masochist about things and don’t mind a little pain now and then, but you have to draw the line somewhere
[quote]on edge wrote:
On Friday I’ve got an appointment to get an ingrown toenail taken care of…
[some other stuff]
Come on guys, get me pumped up for this![/quote]
…you pussy.
Are you retarded?
I was 15 and clearing a hunting trail with my dad. We were chopping through brush with a couple of machetes. I ended up chopping through a sapling a little harder than I expected and bounced the machete off my knee cap. I looked down and said Damn it, I cut my jeans. I kept going clearing the trail. About a minute later I started to feel something tickling my ankle. I look down and my entire pant leg is soaked with blood. I call my dad over to show him, because I wasn’t sure what to do. We did the only thing we could do at the time. We broke out our little first aid kit, I pulled my pants down. We cleaned the area with a little TP, threw on some butterfly Band-Aids to hold the wound closed then put some more TP on top of the band-aids and taped them in place. We were still 3 miles away from our truck, so I pulled my pants up and continued clearing the trail until we got out. By the time we made it to a doctor, the wound was closed so they said they could give me a couple stitches to help hide the scar if I wanted. It seemed pretty pointless to me so they just gave me a tetanus shot and sent me on my way.
[quote]DirtyM wrote:
A pilonidal cyst came close, but the above took the cake. So, whenever and whatever pain medication is prescribed I take it. [/quote]
Dude! You had a pilonidal cyst? I thought I was the only one. I feel strangely close to you now… like brothers in gayest condition ever.
Anyway… when I first got the cyst lanced, they gave me a handful of shots of local anesthetic. This was a big-ass needle. The biggest I’ve seen. I, a sixteen y/o, apparently took it better than anyone the nurse had ever seen.
A few days later, I started at tackle for the football team with a 2 inch incision in my crack. I taped on an extra knee pad for protection.
I also had a strange wart on my elbow which I sawed off with a knife. That didn’t even really hurt, strangely. I guess the nerves were dead or something.
Ah and I had 2 cysts on my left thigh now that I remember. Like big zits with Red-ish, and black parts with white specs like 2 cm in diameter each. Used a sterilized razor blade and removed them.
Hadn’t any surgical spirit so I just threw some vodka on the razor blade, cut em out and then threw the vodka on both. Then just covered everything up with bandages. Proceeded to clean the mess of blood from the floor (thank god my mother wasn’t at home) and that’s it. No big deal. They remained scared but at least the holes have healed. Was about 17 at the time.
Take the drugs.
Oh, and in response to the thread title–most of the true men are here in Texas.
I had an abcess on my big toe lanced and drained in January. The doc asked if I wanted a shot and I said no. It wasn’t a big deal, just some minor discomfort.
If I were having an ingrown toenail rooted at, I would probably take the shot though - different ballgame.
DB
I would take the shot. I my younger days I used to think pain was a good way to remind us we’re alive. Now, not so much.
[quote]on edge wrote:
…I just figure the shot will hurt like a bitch or the procedure will hurt like a bitch. So, why not just get the procedure? If I was “tough” I’d just do it and not be seeking encouragement.[/quote]
Having been there and done that, it’ll hurt a lot worse without than getting the damned shots.
I’ve cut off my own cast (on my wrist) about 2 weeks before I was supposed to.
I had a girl carve a cist about the size of 3 quarters out of my back with a scalpel.
I had another girl stitch a cut on my finger with a regular needle and thread. (the more painful part was removing the stitching)
I once had 3 warts on my hands that I kept cutting off and kept growing back. Someone told me the only way they would stay off is if I burnt them after I cut them. So I dug them out with a pair of cuticle cutters, heated up a wire hanger with a lighter and put those bad boys to sleep.
All of these incidents were in high school and they all turned out for the best. I still try to avoid the doctor whenever necessary, but if I was already going to the doctor, why not take the drugs?
When my hip was dislocated you had better fucking believe I let the docs anesthetize me before they put it back in.
Mel Gibson’s character in Braveheart is a true man; you kill his woman, he starts a huge fucking war and kills thousands.
if you go drug free, make sure to wear a mouth guard so as not to fracture your teeth.
I have done some stupid shit in the past, always made sure the “instruments” were sterile though.
A friend of mine had surgery for a chronically ingrown toenail, take the painkiller.
<age 13 at the time>
I was roller blading while visiting my relatives in San Diego. Like San Fran, known for it’s steep hills and valleys, I was putting on blades and had donated my knee pads to someone else. I told him that I didn’t need knee pads and wore the wrist ones. When I put them on and stood up, I started rolling backwards down a STEEP hill. I couldn’t apply the brakes because they are usualle behind at the heel, and if I were to do that I would fall backwards. I tried to do a quick 180 turn and flipped backwards and landed on hard pavement.
fucked up both my knees, elbows…but my wrists were ok. One of my knee was so badly damaged it ruined my week. couldn’t bend it because if I did, I would re-open the wound. But the worse part was that it was pussing out yellow shit like crazy.
One day while I was at my uncle’s house while everyone else was out, my knee started pussing bad. I had no tissues so I used my hands and kind of scooped it up and licked it.
It tasted like salty hand cream. I dry heaved.
Oh and when I was 18 I got into a fight. Long story short I thought I was badass, and the dudes pulls out a machette from his trunk and chases me.
Those were pretty manly, for my age. I thought. They were stupid.