azbackpackr wrote:Let me guess: Darwin Award?
Not really...
Fair warning... you might want to a cup of coffee (or cold beer) before you read this.
When I worked at a gas station a guy shows up late Friday afternoon on a Memorial Day Weekend and needs his boat trailer wiring fixed (yup, he left it 'til the last minute) so as I'm doing just that, he's so eager to hit-the-road to his favorite lake he's almost in-my-face trying to get me to hurry up.
So... just as I'm stripping the last wire in preparation to reconnect it, the guy bumps into the 100 horse outboard motor and because he had FAILED to lock it correctly in the up position, the motor dropped down and the prop hit my head.
Whack! While it didn't knock me out, instantly I had a warm feeling on both sides just ahead of my ears, and when I wiped a hand against my face it comes back full of blood. Ok, it's blood, but I still need to finish the job!
As I
somewhat calmly begin to reconnect the last wire the guy is freaking out, yelling "There's blood gushing out of your head!" and then HE faints! Thankfully his buddy deals him as I finish crimping the wire and head into the shop to deal with the by-now significant amount of blood. I grabbed a towel, soaked it in cold water, wrapped it around my head and tied it as much like a turban as I could, told the boss I finished the re-wire and I'm going to the hospital.
Then I drove 5 miles to the hospital, parked on the sidewalk outside the ER door (no time for the parking ramp) and calmly walked up to the triage nurse to tell her my problem. By now the towel is completely soaked in blood so she said "we'll get your information later" then whisked me right into a cubicle and within a minute a doctor was already unwrapping the towel and a few minutes later I had a seven "lucky" stitches. A bit of paperwork later and I'm on the way home with a heart-throbbing headache. (No, they didn't ticket me for illegal parking... small joy)
So when I get home my wife (now ex) gives me the third degree over "Why didn't you call me and tell me you'll be late".
Good grief! (of course that was back in the dark ages LONG before cell phones)