That's pretty much what my aunty did when hanging curtains but the whole finger got yanked off. I didn't see my brother's degloving injury, but I'm told the denuded bone of his little finger was protruding from his hand like a shiny white spike. He was only 8 at the time. He was playing in a river building a dam out of rocks and sticks, but one of the rocks turned out to be too heavy for him to carry so he set it down on top of a large flat rock but his hand got trapped underneath it and it either rolled over his hand or he reflexively pulled his hand away, which stripped all the flesh off the little finger.
Phew! As long as you can still hold a pint okay, that’s the main thing… It’s a good job I’m not a surgeon. I’d sew fingers, feet etc on the wrong way for comedy effect. Eeeeh, I’m a reet cunt me…
No. It happened in mid Wales and I was initially taken to Aberystwyth A and E. But they had no facilities to sew back on there. They wanted to send me to Swansea but then decided Stoke was better as it was much closer to home. By the time I had been through A and E again, it was too late to reattach. TBF I have never missed it.
Not me but an old mate of mine who used to club race, he went down mid race and as he fell his arm got caught between the swing arm and exhaust which dragged him along. His little finger was pushed onto the hot exhaust and as a result the end of it died and eventually fell off. We had both just split from our girlfriends at the time and decided to go for a boys holiday in Spain where I had to dress his finger wound every day as he couldn’t manage it on his own which was unpleasant but I’ll never forget his screams as he lay trackside waiting for help.
Ouch… yep, certain parts of your bike become mincing machines when you go down… front brake discs, chain, front and rear wheels etc…
Got knocked off my FS1E-DX when I was 16yrs old, by a doctor of all people. Impacted his car pretty hard and resulted in the entire thigh muscle of my right leg being split into two pieces. Hospital gave me a big elasticated "Tubigrip" to wear over it for the next 6 weeks until it knitted itself back together. Did smart for a few days after.
I head-butted a Ford Granada once. That caused some surprising and unsurprising results. It was driven by a Sri Lankan illegal immigrant who didn’t know what a red stop light meant. Consequently my RD500 got severely foreshortened and so did I. The adrenaline was unbelievable, almost ecstatic, until I passed out before hitting the ground. I can still feel the euphoric dreamlike slow motion as my feet drifted off the pegs and went backwards over my head. The old lady who witnessed it said ‘ The motorcyclist was very clever. He jumped off the motorbike before he hit the car!’ I’d T-boned it! I hit the steering yoke, went through the screen, head butted the B pillar, somersaulted over the top and came round in the ambulance when one of the crew took my lid off. Up to that point I was not aware of any pain or blood. That soon changed. On opening my eyes I clearly remember reading the word ‘Ambulance’ on a black label on said crews chest. I didn’t know where I was or what was happening. ‘I’ve had an accident haven’t I’? ‘You’re in an ambulance, you’ve had a motorcycle accident’ ‘Don’t stick that needle in me’ ‘Why not’? ‘It is a clean needle isn’t it’? Much laughter and the Morphine kicked in instantly. Phuuuurrk! In my defence it was in the middle of the aids/ dirty needle paranoia. Despite the fact I was wearing a full face helmet my chin hit the steering yoke and the key in the yoke ripped my chin open like I had two mouths. That was a surprise and not a good look. The Doctor was an irritable bastard who’d obviously been on call too long, sewed me up with no anaesthetic or painkillers whatsoever. I was completely aware of the needle going in and out several times, it’s a wonder I didn’t piss myself. I fractured both wrist which made it extremely difficult to take a piss and I definitely couldn’t undo or do up a trouser button if things got any more serious. My wife had to dress me for a month or so. I also got a serious scar on my right knee which to this day aches like fuckeroo whenever I get seriously tired. Yup, right knee is aching…time for bed. I was lucky, I got off lightly and that was all a very long time ago and I’m awlriiight neowww! The worst one of all was when I was overtaken by someone on a scooter. I was on a Panigale for Christ sake. God it hurt my pride. It was in traffic and he looked like a food delivery idiot. I figured he may be delivering food now but he’ll be eating hospital food fairly soon.
