Smashed the holy crap out of two fingers once, probably should have gone to ER.
Was working on the kitchen installing new subfloor during the remodel, went out to load the boiler before I forgot, had a nice large piece and as I took a step forward to chuck it in my knee popped and I barely stumbled but was enough to cause a misstep, didn’t let go fast enough and smashed ring and middle between the wood and the door frame. Wife seen it after I did it and about threw up, made me go in and bandage it up, had nothing but large gauze so I told her to get the kitchen shears, she brought em in and before she could say anything I took em and cut the loose meat off, then she did throw up.
Got em bandaged up and went back to screwing subfloor down. Ate a few of her Vicodin she had left over after her last open heart, 500mgs. Then drank a beer, screwed and glued another piece down, ate a few Vicodin and had a beer. Never did quit throbbing. Went to the VFW as it was dollar beer night and drowned my sorrow in cheap beer and a few more Vicodin. Did I mention I can eat most prescription painkillers like Skittles and they have little to no effect?