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In my twenties during a fairly animated rendition of the act of love. Being a considerate lover, I was trying to delay climax for as long as I could and was teetering on the brink of it when I suddenly got the most sudden, sharp and unexpected pain of my life. A few seconds later (me now sitting on the edge of the bed) the second wave of pain came - I had a flash of pain all the way from my leg to my groin which was so bad that I think I got synaesthesia and saw it as a bolt of lightning. Cue me passing out, falling forward from the bed and smacking my head on some furniture.
Next thing I know my partner is screaming her head off trying to wake me up and calling an ambulance. One of my testes was about 4x it's normal size. Turns out I had an epididymal cyst which had exploded.
Think the highest head count was 9 clinicians in attendance in one small A&E booth with them repeatedly squeezing jumbo-teste and asking me to cough. To add to the embarrassment, my nether regions were in dire need of a trim at the time and covered in my own fluids.
I also had metal in my eye which somehow got past the safely glasses whilst grinding some mesh. Second trip to the eye hospital and after a rather late night due to not having to be on site until lunchtime, I found myself a little jittery with head firmly clamped in the stirrup again. The nurse had been poking around with a sterilised needle when suddenly she leapt back and said ‘You’ve got lots of coloured flecks in your iris haven’t you’! <br />I replied yes and she put the needle down.
‘I’ve been trying to dig them out for the last 5 minutes. I’d better stop now.’
Not me but does this count? https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-london-67961089
‘I’ve been trying to dig them out for the last 5 minutes. I’d better stop now.’
👁️🤦♂️😬🤯
I am physically cringing at the thought of that.
He then proceeds to demonstrate how you can identify the condition by holding up my knackers by the knob, and shining a pen torch from the back. Apparently, if you can’t see the light, it’s potentially a bad sign as it suggests the swelling may be solid tissue, rather than fluid.
DIY lava lamp.
I’ve been thinking about it and this thread but moreso a similar running thread on a footy forum I go on which is, how shall we say it, far more leniently moderated than this place, has literally scared me to death reading the horror stories on there.
Wouldn't stress it. I was in and out in an hour, could have gone back to work afterwards (but i get a paid day off for minor medical stuff). Driving was ok, i drove home after the procedure. Everything fully functional and working (well, not working) within the week. Pain free in 72 hours.
Nothing too serious from me.
Had endoscopies to check both sets of plumbing & drainage - was massively nervous when I saw the size of the endoscope to have a look in my bladder, thinking "that'll never fit down there!!" and then having a stranger hold your bits for 10 minutes whilst making a movie and filling your bladder with water.... and then asks you to pee into some funnel so they can measure flow rate...... longest piss ever!!!!
Other end endoscopy highlight was the the operator asking "do you want to see your appendix?" - all looked very odd!
Also had to go for a CT scan where they inject the tracer through the canular - apparently I have really good veins and they had no problem getting that in. Only issue was something moved/came off whilst they were out of the room - cue a weird feeling of having a wet arm and looking down to seeing what I thought was a lot (well probably not that much as a small bit goes a long way apparently) of blood pissing out all over my arm, the bed and floor - managed to attract someone's attention and 'clean up on isle 3' commenced - new sheets, gown and various other things and plenty of tape to ensure canular & attachments don't move again.
Oh I also had to have my kidney stones zapped - that was fairly straight forward apart from being given what can only be described as a 'bullet' for anaesthetic - when I asked how I was supposed to swallow it the nurse looked a bit sheepish and informed me it wasn't to be swallowed but 'inserted'........
Then during the procedure I got bored so decided to to have a look over my shoulder and see what they were doing, not a great idea as I ended up trapping a nerve in my neck and spent the next week off work on ridiculously strong painkillers.....
Oh and fluorescein angiograms are also great fun afterwards when you go to the loo and have bright green pee...... a great source of amusement when using a public urinal trough......
Another eye one here (not me but my granddad, but it lives with me). He used to get cysts on the back of his eye. The little operation he had done on a couple of occasions involved local anaesthesia followed by popping his eye out of the socket whilst they cleaned it up then bobbed it back in. However, as it was local anaesthesia, he could see out of the eye for the duration.
I have no idea if this is actually true - he was a bit of a tinker for winding us up, but it sounded believable at the time.
As I’m booked in for the snip soon I’m enjoying the stories.
Its not so bad, its an afternoon out of the house. I knew everyone in the theatre so had a nice chat as they washed my balls with warm iodine. A few paracetamol at home, two pairs of boxers to keep everything snug and then I rode the Puffer about 10 days later
The words flexible cystoscopy strike fear into my core.
I've just had this done this morning.
If I could offer any advice to anyone, ever, at anytime, it would be - try to avoid all situations where the outcome is having a camera shoved up your jap's eye.
A long time ago, I broke a wrist in a motorbike accident, and it jumped (ends were overlapping), so I was laid down on the floor, piece of leather in my mouth, nurse holding each shoulder, and the doctor put his foot on my chest and pulled my wrist back into place using my hand. That smarted a bit.
Had a vasectomy in my mid 30's. My mates sister was assisting. " Oh hello, I didn't recognise you!!!". Anyway got an infection afterwards and one of my balls was the size of a satsuma. After a bit of there and back it was decided I had a hydrocele and that the fluid needed drawing off. So without any prior warning out came a big syringe and what in my eyes was far too big a needle. Without any anaesthetic this was stuck in my overlarge testicle and a syringe full of fluid was drawn off. To say I was on the ceiling was an understatement but at he didn't say " you might feel a bit of a prick!".
Also had a cytoscopy after a UTI and watching HD TV of a camera descending into your japs eye is interesting. The best bit is whilst the camera is moving round checking my bladder you can see where its entered your bladder. Only thing I could think was " I hope he unwinds that before he pulls it out" First pee afterwards was interesting, never had to pee an airlock out before, it was like a backfire.
Johnx2 - I declines headphones during my MRI but was squashed firmly in place so I couldn;t really move anyway. I found it quite relaxing and the nurse said I was the first patient that they had heard snoring during the scan.
towzer - I kicked a tree stump while cycling at about 20mpg with enough force to bend the crank arm up and under the frame. My big toe was pushed back into the foot and was poking out about as far as the first joint of the toe next to it. I was about to be seen by the Dr when a four person RTA arrived. The Dr said that I could either wait 4-6 hours for them to deal with that, or if I was feeling brave he could pull it back into shape without anaesthetic. I said I was a big brave boy and he yanked the toe and used his hand to shape it back to normal like he was moulding a sausage. Made my eyes water slightly. He the left me with a nurse to wrap it in some padding. She said 'I thought he was joking about doing it like that...'
was on a ward with a bunch of old guys<br /><br />
Oh the stories you hear from them - the farting and snoring are inevitable though. <br />One gentleman had some plumbing issues, there were multiple tubes coming out his stomach. He commented that he had no use for his OEM tubing but doctors wouldn’t cut it off even if asked.
[i]he had no use for his OEM tubing but doctors wouldn’t cut it off even if asked. [/i]
Drs are funny about elective amputation. My left little finger is pretty smashed and useless after the first knuckle but when I asked them to trim it back to the knuckle they refused. Apparently they would only do it if I cut the end off first and then they would make good the job. seems a bit strange to me.
I found it quite relaxing and the nurse said I was the first patient that they had heard snoring during the scan.
I don't like confined spaces...my first MRI I was rather nervous and had not realised that the machine was a tube - open at both ends. I managed to drop the panic button, and, well panicked. First reaction was to lift my head up and promptly smacked it off the roof of the tube causing a rather large egg-shape lump to appear. I then realised it was open-ended behind me and calmed myself by reading (upside down) a poster on the wall behind me. I was a pro the 2nd time and promptly dozed off. There is something quite musical about the noise!
A prostate biopsy that should have been a day procedure was going okay. In the waiting area afterwards with a load of other fellas who’d had the same. Tea and biscuits and people were being released one by one, once they’d had a piss. Until there was just me left. I couldn’t piss. Just a bloody dribble.
It was the end of the day and the one nurse left clearly wanted to go home. She impatiently had me drink another 3 glasses of water on top of the 2 cups of tea, convinced this would sort me out. Whilst tutting and looking at her watch.
The need to pee but the inability to do so was * excruciating. It got worse and worse until I was squealing in agony. The nurse called another and he tried to catheterise me. 3 times. He couldn’t get it past my battered, bloody prostate and trying to do so caused me to bleed profusely through my battered old man and scream in pain.
A doctor then came and produced a different catheter. A bigger catheter. Literally the thickness of a camelback drinking tube. A mini * garden hosepipe. With an inflatable bulb on the end. He succeeded in fitting it but I swear I nearly passed out with the pain. I have never felt anything like it. What came out looked like raspberry coloured porridge.
I was then admitted and hooked up to a drip which flushed several litres of saline per hour through my my bladder.
Overnight I was in a room on my own. Twice I had to hit the alarm button. Once when I woke, shivering uncontrollably and convinced I had sepsis. I only had a single sheet on me and all the windows were open, I had become borderline hypothermic. The room was freezing. Blankets, a hot drink, a wooly hat and closing the windows resolved that.
Next. The drain bag for my catheter wasn’t emptied when it should have been. But the drip was still in full flow so my bladder filled up rapidly like a space hopper and despite being on morphine, I squealed in pain again.
They had to keep flushing me until no more blood and bits of raw liver/mince meat were coming out of blokedownstairs. This took nearly 24 hours.
The final ignominy was having the catheter removed. The nurse tried and tried but it wouldn’t come out. The now familiar excruciating, agonising, eye watering pain returned. She called the doc and the two of them pulled on the garden hosepipe like they were in some tug of war final. It eventually came out. That smarted a bit. I swore.
I could piss again and they let me go home. Apparently my reaction to a routine procedure was 1 in 100. Lucky me.
Just had blood test that shows my prostate ag level is a bit high. Seeing the Dr Friday.Thank you for your post 😂😂
I get a morning out. Hopefully some sympathy then some time off site works. Well time off putting a harness on. I can just sit on a parapet and enjoy the cooling effects of cold sandstone 😂
Many of these tales seem to fit the horrific category more than that of hilarity, so to balance out all the knob tales...
Kid1 took quite some time to come out. After spending most of a day pushing, I found myself the owner of a baby, and nether regions which appeared to have been replaced by a large chopped red cabbage. On being sent home, the pain of sitting soon became irrelevant compared to the pain in my other newly enlarged body part: my boobs. But breastfeeding hurts when you're learning, so they say, so I stuck with it. By the time the health visitor came round, each feed caused pain that made me dig my toenails into the floorboards, and my nipples had sort of peeled off, leaving that last layer of skin that's barely thick enough to hold the blood in.
I begged the health visitor, please, would she just look at them, because they really were very sore. She looked sceptical until I lifted up my top, and then she sort of backed away, looking startled. It turned out we'd caught an infection in the hospital, and as well as various medications, to help them (and my daughter) clear the infection, I had to pump breast milk instead of feeding. If you've never seen a breast pump... it doesn't just suck on the nipples, it kind of suctions on to the whole front of the breast. Which in my case didn't really have much skin left. This resulted in the production of pale pink milk, as it sucked both milk and blood out of me.
But we're not done. Remember that red cabbage?
By the time the red cabbage had deflated and the skin on my boobs had regrown, we were getting on for over month since birth. It was apparent the the cabbage had been shredded rather than chopped, but by this point it was too late to do anything about it, so, newly landscaped cabbage field it was. And I was still bleeding, but not from the boobs. (How anyone has kids 9 or 10 months apart is a complete mystery to me). So I was packed off to the hospital for some investigations. The doctor shoved a speculum up there, which in itself was an eye watering experience (again, how anyone has kids 9 or 10 months apart is a complete mystery to me). Espying something, she realised she didn't have a sample pot, so asked the nurse to go and get one. The nurse scuttled off out the room. Poking around (more extreme ow) the doctor fished out what is referred to as 'retained products' - basically a bit of placenta that hasn't come out at birth. It can be quite serious. However, the nurse still hadn't come back with the pot, so the doctor looked around for a minute, dropped it in the bin, and began to remove the speculum (TFFT).
Then the nurse came back, left the pot, and left the room again. At which point, the doctor lifted the lid on the bin and poked around in it to retrieve whatever it was she'd just fished out of me. WTF.
After all that, I did go through it all again - but not until 2 years later. Apparently kid1 cleared the way for kid2 because he practically fell out, easy peasy.
Quietly removes red cabbage from the vegetable rack and hoofs it in the bin........
We were all feeling quite tough till the "giving birth" stories started
Had some lovely red cabbage coleslaw at the weekend. Not a euphemism.
It is funny when the girls show up to the medical tall tales show. The boys all start shuffling, looking at their feet and sucking through their teeth. Consider yourselves one upped 🤣
Hmmm.... not me but the wife then, as we're swapping birthing tales.
Child one made a relatively unscathed appearance into the world, requiring just a bit of gas and air and a small episiotomy (another one where maybe a bit more anaesthetic was needed but by the time that was found out the job was done). The worst injury was during labour where I kindly reminded that her TENS machine had a few more settings to try, only for her to launch it at me from the other side of the bed leaving a bruise right in the middle of my sternum.
Unfortunately, the midwive that did stitches didn't know running stitch so the repair lacked flexibility, shall we say.
So arrival #2 wasn't easier, and in fact was rather harder, with need for ventouse assistance, and a fairly major tear. Still not my finest moment when I went down to see him arriving to be faced by [now redacted - that's TMI] - a bit of a mess TBH
But we’re not done. Remember that red cabbage?
Is that what the kids call a 'mic drop'?
I dunno, my appendix burst a few years back, that was both critical and horrific... how I didn't pass out from the pain I do not know, it was indescribably painfull and relentless, exquisite pain would be the best word I could use to describe it.
Turned out I got sepsis from it in retrospect... The morphine I got when I got to hospital was only just enough to take the edge off so I was just about capable of speaking a word or two, It's like no pain I've ever experienced, physical pain at least.
I was in hospital for about a week on a constant drip of antibiotics and morphine, with codeine tablets too...
That's not to take away anything from childbirth complications, don't get me wrong!
I was in hospital for about a week on a constant drip of antibiotics and morphine, with codeine tablets too…
I think @mattyfez may be about to experience something akin to a birth simulation.
When I was 19/20yo I sat in A&E for 5 hours with a dislocated thumb - finally got to Triage and the nurse asked me what the problem was, I presented my backwards pointing appendage to which see commented 'that looks painful' - my reply was yes, especially after 5 hours & no painkillers.....
So I finally get taken through after another 2 hours (again, no painkillers) - there had been an RTA between a car of teenagers and a Horse & rider - so all staff were dealing with that - so Dr comes in and stabs a couple of needles in my hand & down the end of my wayward pointing thumb (that really flippin' hurt!!!), so after what seemed like a couple of minutes he asks can you feel this and poked my hand, but after 8 hours I wasn't sure what i could or couldn't feel...
So he tells me to "hang on to the bench" with my other hand - he then proceeds to try and manipulate (well yank, twist, push & pull) my thumb in to place.
Tells me I'll need an x-ray to check - luckily only had to wait 30 minutes for that, goes back up and wait another 30 minutes to see the Dr again. He looks at the x-ray and proclaims "that's not right - hold on again...." - oh crap here we go again - another few painful minutes of "manipulation" and he sends me back to x-ray, luckily this time all was well... So nurse tapes pu my very swollen, very bruised and very painful thumb and sends me on my way after best part of 10 hours......
Also dislocated my other thumb about 5 years ago.
24 hours earlier had been sat in A&E with step Son who'd broken his wrist during a PE lesson. So during the time there I had to nip in & out to take some work calls so the receptionist got to know my face and just buzzed me back through.
24 hours later and I dislocate my thumb (whilst not paying attention when using a headset press......), rock up to A&E and go to reception and it's the same receptionist, she looks at me and says "I'll buzz you through" - I then present my malformed digit and she looks confused, I then explained I was there for myself and we both had a little laugh about it.....
The child birth stories remind me of when I somehow got roped into offering moral support to a mate so I was stood outside the room listening to the panting, swearing, occasional scream etc before he finally burst through the door proclaiming "It's a boy!" Definitely the last time I risk a Thai brothel
^^ I had to read it twice but I got there. 😂
Does that qualify as a WorldClassAccident?
Not really all that funny, but I thought it was at the time...
After my bike accident in 2018, I had to go for some follow-up x-rays at the hospital in Cardiff. Some years earlier, I had had my left clavicle plated, but this time, they were looking at the cage they put on one of my neck vertebrae.
In any case, the radiographer takes the picture and calls out from behind the booth, 'Hey, you have a plate on your clavicle too! Cool! You look bionic!"
Later, when I saw the image, you could see the plate and screws of my clavicle and they appeared to join up to the titanium in my neck. Essentially, my upper body looked on the x-ray as if I was constructed from metal and screws.
Our first child put up quite a fight - he had a knot in his placenta and had also tucked it under his arm, so on every contraction the placenta was compressed and his heart rate dropped. Compounding this, the epidural didn’t work, so my OH only had gas and air. Despite all of this, she was determined to try for a natural birth and succeeded after a 25 hour labour, with help from forceps at the end. I’m still in awe of her determination. For our second child we wanted to try for a home birth and went with a private midwife. When labour started at 5 am I called the midwife and sorted out collection of child 1 by a friend. Child 1 was curious as to why there was a hosepipe coming out of the bathroom into a paddling pool in the living room. After child 1 had left the contractions were coming fast and it became obvious that the child could arrive before the midwife, so we cracked on and it was all done by 7 am. Delivering your own child is a bit special - wouldn’t choose it again though!
Prostate and general anal exam last year. Female Dr asks if I am happy for her to carry out the check, I say yes, she says that becasue she is female there needs to be support crew there in case I enjoy it too much.
In comes a nurse who introduces herself and jokingly says she is there to hold my hand. They tell me to go behind the curtain, drop my troosers, and hop onto the bed in the fetal position. The conversation between the pair of healthcare proffesionals goes like this: Dr - "Oh heck, there is only one latex glove, sorry Mr Patient just be a minute. Nurse, can you get me some more gloves" Dr "Sorry about this Mr Patient just try and relax I will be with you in a moment" Nurse returns. Nurse "Here you go Dr, can't beleive they didn't replace when empty" Dr " Oh no, these are the wrong size nurse. Look at the size of my sausage fingers, they will never fit in these" Me, "Erm, can I just say, that is the least comforting thing to hear knowing what you are about to do to me" What followed was a moment of panic until they pulled the curtain back to see that I was sort of joking. Then all 3 of us caught a fit of giggles for what seemed like an age. more apologies followed about how unprofessional they must have appeared, and then the inevitable arrival of a thick, sausage sized finger into my anus.
I reasssured them that the fact they acted human actually made the experience more tolerable, and I would be giving them both a 5 star Tripadvisor review.
For some reason reading these whilst laid up with a cold is cheering me up enormously.
I had a difficult diagnosis of an appendicitis when I was 22 and literally graduated into hospital the day after the ceremony. ‘We don’t know what’s wrong with you but clearly something is very infected’. I only found out later that 1 in 10 people have their appendix tucked behind a bit of intestine so they don’t do the classic leap in the air that is usual when the site is prodded. Anyway, 22 years old me was hooked up to intravenous antibiotics and in a very attractive hospital gown looking a shade of my girl about town student self so I was hugely delighted that the annoying med student living upstairs from my then boyfriend appeared at the end of my bed on the ward rounds. I’m not sure whether that was worse than the v dishy male nurse giving me an internal ultrasound (mmm never great even if administered by a kindly female dr - see also smear tests) to see whether they could see my ovaries. They couldn’t. Eventually a surgeon went in and took out a suppurating lump of appendix and ovary. Yuck.
Hannah's tales remind me of the only piece of advice i was given by a mate when my wife was pregnant "dear god, whatever you do...stay at the head end..."
Having a Urethral Stent removed. Urologist was a lovely Chinese lady and the Theatre Nurse holding my hand was someone I went to School with 😆 not my finest hour. That was enough for me to stop heavily drinking booze, Ten cups of coffee a day and over 4 litres of coke. Had the Kidney function of a 80 year old. Luckily it’s now recovered to normal levels for my age.
limited to 1 litre of pop per day So Irn Bru or lemonade, 4 coffees and 4 litres of water and very rarely drink now. Maybe the odd Single malt or lager.
18 year old me in Morzine, managed to get a tick on my scrotum that I didnt realise was there and probably scratched the body off but left the head in. Probably when I stacked it and rolled about 30 ft down a french meadow. Picked about 4 ticks off the rest of my good and assumed the gooch was safe due to wearing undershorts.
Few days later, queue me in a French hospital on an antibiotic IV drip, then whilst I was lying in a ward wondering how to explain why I'm not going to back at work on Monday, about a dozen ludicrously hot French medical students came round the ward and the doctor spent 10 minutes explaining my predicament and then each medical student went to have a close up look at my football-sized scrotum.
One of the medical students the doctor if the infection had spread to the rest of my skin as I was bright red, but nope, that was just my immense embarrassment.
1 litre of pop per day So Irn Bru or lemonade, 4 coffees and 4 litres of water
and very rarely drink now
Frankly, I don't know how you could fit any additional liquid in you. I think I drink less than that in a week! If there's ever a pissing competition, I'm betting on you.
18 year old me in Morzine, managed to get a tick on my scrotum
My 53 year old got a tick on his knob last summer. Apparently having to explain several times over (111, MIU, GP) where he'd been bitten was more uncomfortable than the bite.
I have another tale of matriarchal abuse. Friday night in my teenage years (late 70's) was Judo night. During the pre-lesson sparring someone attempted a winding throw on me. The thrower was quite a bit lighter than me but reasonably skilled such that I lost my balance and put my hand out to steady myself. There was an audible cracking sound as my third finger was pushed out towards my fourth finger. That smarted a bit but onwards an upwards.
Did the stretching and other exercises before we started the learning part of the evening with a finger that was a bit sore. Then discovered that I was unable to grip my opponents judoka to practice the throw. Sat out the rest of the evening and then did the warm down exercises.
At home my mother suggests that I have just bruised the finger and she'll dunk it in alternate hot and cold water to draw it out! Problem was hot water was around 70C out of the tap and I was now the possessor of a scalded finger.
Doctor was called and told us that it needs an X-ray as it's probably fractured. As was discovered in hospital the following day. Second and third fingers were taped together after the broken one was realigned. Apparently a six inch needle will fit into the first knuckle of a third finger. The stink when the fingers were released after 4 weeks was quite impressive too.
“dear god, whatever you do…stay at the head end…”
Yeah, when my lovely ex wife deposited ours after a 44 hour labour and an unplanned (but not emergency) C-Section, the Doctor asked if i'd like to cut the umbilical. I stayed at the head end.
limited to 1 litre of pop per day So Irn Bru or lemonade, 4 coffees and 4 litres of water and very rarely drink now. Maybe the odd Single malt or lager.
I drank less liquid than that doing a 200km race in southern France in July.
Was still pissing like a horse afterwards too.
18 year old me in Morzine, managed to get a tick on my scrotum that I didnt realise was there
I know of someone who is known as Ticky Dicky after having to get a fully filled tick removed from the, errrr, *very* intimate end of his johnson.
Hannah has romped away with this one, I think there was humour there too... 😆, but yeah, as with others, not sure what I'll do with the leftover red cabbage from Christmas now.
The tick on the privates is critical, horrific and hilarious - I had one, noticed when having a wee and I thought 'hmm, I don't remember having a mole/freckle there?' followed by 'aaarrhgghghghghghgh!!!!' when it picked it and it moved. Bastard things.
Not *super* critical but still gets a laugh thinking back:
I was 23 so about 11 years ago. Living with my mother in the highlands at the time after Uni to save some money and work - my mother who was away that particular weekend.
Note that I used to be a pretty good archer, entered competitions etc before I left for uni. I had a couple friends come to stay and we spent it as young lads in the highlands do - larking around and smoking joints. Beautiful day so I decided it would be a great idea to get the archery kit out and fire some arrows at an old sofa. It was great fun, but these fibreglass arrows were about 12 years old at that point and were being shot straight into hard sofa backing.
After a while of this I nocked an arrow, drew the bow back and loosed it. Immediately the arrow shattered in half, the front going haywire and landing to my left in a field - and the back half sailed straight into my bow hand. Entered on one side of my left index finger, and exited on the other. It didn't hurt too badly, I thought I just got slapped with the string at first, but noticed when one of my mates went deathly white. I just kinda laughed to be honest.
We called the local community first responder. He turned up after ten minutes, took a photo for posterity and told us to get to Hospital. Very much illegally we did drive to hospital whilst the first few pisstaking texts started to come in. Still in high spirits.
At Raigmore hospital I was seen by a junior doctor who immediately got her incredulous mates around to come and see - just out of curiosity - a guy with a bunch of arrow sticking out of his hand. The consultant then came over and things took a bit of a darker turn. He said it's possible I have severely damaged my finger tendon, and also I would require surgery the next day to cut open a bunch of my hands and flush out tiny glass fibres which could have spread through my bloodstream quite readily.
Woke up after surgery pumped full of morphine, and was off work for 6 weeks afterwards as it had problems healing. Now have a gnarly scar on my left hand. Luckily I avoided the tendon proper, but cut the tendon sheath. I did have mobility problems in that finger for about a year afterwards, and get the occasional "trigger finger" in it now in different weather.
Fun story to tell - not many people have managed to shoot themselves with an arrow!
Surgeon who was probably distracted by the sheer magnificence of the view, went in too high for the snip. Tube pushed itself back out my nutsack, waited a year like that to see a specialist who had me in 3 days later. £14k comp.
surgery the next day to cut open a bunch of my hands
Lucky that you had a supply of extras to hand!