I once twisted a nerve in my shoulder by sitting down wrong in the bus.
Out of honest curiosity, is “twisted a nerve” a real diagnosis and a meaningful one, or is it just a colorful way to say you fucked something up in your shoulder?
I’ve had something that my Dr and the physical therapists called a “pinched nerve” but I understand that basically means “we don’t know but assume it’s something to do with a nerve because we think we can rule out all the stuff we understand better”.
A pinched nerve is a real diagnosis, in that you generally know what happened. But unless there are other red flag symptoms you don’t look for the actual cause, because it’s really difficult and it only takes two to three days to recover. Usually a symbol of underdeveloped muscles in your back.
I used to work nights. When I had the next day off, I would usually stay up all day and go to sleep that evening. So, wake up around 2-4pm Friday, go to at 10pm to 6am Saturday and not sleep until Saturday evening.
This eventually caught up with me. I was riding a bicycle down a hill, just coasting and fell a sleep for a second. Down I went. Need stitches in my head ( I still have a bump), tons of road rash, and banged up my knee.
I recovered fully except for the bump on my head.
Burned my face while breathing fire with Everclear.
I broke my toe on a case of ramen noodles.
In high school I was run over by a car that I was sitting in. Buddy stopped in a parking lot, I started to get out, then he went forward and my foot was caught under the rear tire. I was pulled out of the car and my leg was run over.
Minor tear in a ligament and have a nice scar, but that’s about it.
I was cutting a cardboard box up with a box cutter, holding the box steady with my off hand while pushing the blade downward through the cardboard. I realized that my hand was below the blade and therefore there was a risk I’d cut myself if the blade suddenly moved more quickly through the cardboard than anticipated. Safety first! So I stopped cutting, leaving the blade in the cardboard, and lifted my hand to grip the cardboard above where I was cutting instead.
Slammed my thumb right into the blade as I moved my hand, peeling a nasty slice of skin off. Took a lot of stitches to tack it back in place, still have a scar from that.
Stubbed my toe on a cat condo base while running the kitchen. Didn’t think much of it. Next day it hurts like crazy. Fractured it, dislocated it, and tore the ligament.
Many, many moons ago. I rode my Big Wheel standing up, no hands, down hill.
Ended up crashing into a fire hydrant. Ouch. At least a broken right arm from what I remember.
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I cut a good part of the way through my thumb opening a can of beans
Still thinking about those beans.
Is this interrupted a Star Trek marathon you were streaming from your Linux server you are hereby Lemmy royalty
Well I was probably streaming from my friend’s Plex server (pre enshitification), which was running on a NAS probably running some flavor of Linux under the hood, and it very well could have been TNG…
So maybe the scar on my thumb is the mark of a royal lemming?
I slipped a disk and pinched a nerve in my neck by sitting up to get out of bed.
When I used to throw out my back regularly it was usually something really innocuous like brushing my teeth or reaching for the faucet when it happened.
What I believe goes on, is over time building up some dysfunctional muscle tension that your unaware of, putting pressure on some vertebra, and it slowly ratchets up over time until its sitting right on the edge and finally it gives way during some minor movement.
Wanted to see what happened if I stuck my finger into a pencil sharpener. Didn’t really think that one through
When I was around 12 I sat crouched on the floor and was hyper focused on drawing. I must’ve sat there for hours with little to no movement and when I got up I couldn’t lift my right foot. I severely damaged a nerve and had to go through weeks of physiotherapy.
I shattered my ankle, separated my tibia and fibula, and broke a different part of my fibula. All in one moment. How, you ask? By stepping outside. My dog pulled too hard on her leash and I stumbled and twisted my ankle in just the right way. Got a fancy Maisonneuve fracture that had to be surgically fixed.
When I was about 6 years old, I had just gotten back from spending a weekend with my cousins who were like my siblings because I was an only child. We had fun running around and playing catch and riding bikes etc. and my cousin showed me monster trucks for the first time ever. So while I was alone in my room I had the tv on waiting for a new episode of monster trucks to come on and throwing a football across the room to myself, jumping onto my bed to catch it.
On what would be my last attempt, I lobbed the ball, took a couple steps and jumped forward. Unfortunately, I misjudged the distance. The next thing I know I am on the floor trying to sit up and looking around trying to figure out what happened. When I looked down I saw a stream of blood dripping onto my arm and hand. I just screamed until my parents showed up to help.
I wound up being taken to the urgent care and spending a night at the hospital because I landed face first onto the sharp wooden corner of my bed frame, shattering my nose into 6 pieces and splitting my face open requiring reconstruction and about 80 stitches. Decades later and you’d never know it happened but boy do I think back at how dumb that was lol.
