I broke two toes on my right foot jumping out of a tree somewhere in Ontario while on tour. I was the drummer so this brake in particular made things a bit difficult. I just sort of let it go and had it checked when I got back to Florida.

I also fractured what at best can be described as my face in three places. Also while on tour. I played the show and then went to the hospital. Neither time was I drinking. Stupidity played a big part. I woke up the morning after the facebreak with a swollen right cheek, black eye and loose teeth.

Jon

Mandroid2.0 wrote:I broke my foot while making out with my boyfriend once.

this lady knows how to Party!

I once broke my left wrist completely in half, only being held together by skin and tissue...damn roller rink with the flashing lights and New Kids on the Block...I was 10 but it was nonetheless horrible. I will say that should someone deserve it, if you stick a pen as far as you can into the cast about 3 weeks into it, you can waft it under their nose and it will be the most heinous stench ever....ever. Also, I don't know about anyone else, but once I finally got my cast off, my arm shot straight into the air and would not come down for at least an hour. It was kind of funny and unexpected. Best of luck.

DJ Bonebrake (left) with cat.

i broke the tibia and fibula of my right leg when i was 15. i jumped down a lot of stairs on a dare. i landed on the next to last step, fell forward and cracked the bones on the last step.

cracked is too light a word.

i obliterated the fibula. it was a shapeless gray mass in the x-rays. luckily that little bone is vestigial and supports no weight of the body. they didn't bother doing anything with that one, so now the right side of my right leg sticks out a little farther than it should. it's only noticeable if you look real close near the ankle.

the tibia snapped clean in two. it looks like someone just sawed through it in the x-ray.

the first cast went up to my mid-thigh and i had it for about a month. then two plaster "walking casts" that stopped just below my knee. both of these were too tall so i couldn't straighten my knee all the way. so the little shoe they gave me to put on it was worthless since it hurt my knee too much to attempt walking.

i was on crutches from october to mid-november. in december i was given the option of another plaster cast or my mom could pay $75 for a fancy foam rubber and velcro walking cast. she bought it and i wore it once. and that was when i hobbled out of the hospital. i'd have been walking better but your knee gets fucked up if you don't straighten your leg all the way once in a while. my right knee and ankle are still a little fucked.


as for advice: go with the bag on the leg idea in the shower as soon as you're fit to stand. unless you can get the aforementioned gore-tex cast. i suggest you find some crappy old chair or an actual shower chair (which costs dollars) if you'd really like to have a shower. sitting in the shower is nice. it's nice if you worry about losing your balance and falling. or if hate sitting in a tepid pool of your own filth in a bath.

the crutches really work your triceps and your forearms. great news if you play bass. strong forearms make better bassplayers.

the best caution i can give is watch out for puddles. watch for water on tile floors. rainy days are a bitch. you will slip with your crutches and fall. keep your eyes on the ground. falling with broken limbs is the worst. seriously, take your time, don't hurry and watch for those barely visible obstacles of wet floors.

to get the strength back in my severly withered leg i wore a heavy pair of boots and took long walks. when i felt secure enough i started riding a bike around.

I never broke any of my bones thankfully.......

I broke my wrist the first time I rode a ten-speed. I was flying down the large hill my house was at the top of when Chrissie Galloway pulled out of his driveway on a Big Wheel. I made to hit the brakes, but I was used to my one-speed bike, and the pedals just spun backwards. I hit him, flipped over, and broke my wrist attempting to break my fall. I missed the first four games of football season and still ended up setting a league record for sacks that year. I was ten.

I've also broken my nose four times. Never in a fight, I might add.

Hey everybody. Thanks for all the tips and ideas. Keep 'em coming. I go to the doctor again soon, so if anyone can refer me to where I can get a pantload of knee information about structural damage and the like, I'd like to know otherwise I'll just have to figure it out with google. I like to be an informed patient.

I'll definetly look into a shower chair tomorrow or even one of those $4 stackable porch affairs. I am ripe. Really bad. Like Pigpen from the Peanuts gang would turn his nose up at me. I can tell the swelling is going down. There seems to be a lot of fluid movement in my knee. Sort of like gas pains. Lots of gurgling. No farting though.

I did a lot of crutching around today. It's exhausting. I can't tell if it's the drugs and the effects of healing that make it so tiresome, or if it's the awkwardness of it all, but a trip to the car--all of about 50 feet--had me covered in sweat.

Fuck it. I go eat gyro now and watch baseball scores.

Dudley wrote:Wishing you a speedy recovery, mr lemuel. Drink the milk, as much as you can, to help with the knitting together and general bone healthiness.

I did this a year ago


playing cricket.

Now my little finger, she doesn't bend so good. I should probably give up guitar and take up pipe-smoking - my pinky is now perfectly shaped for tamping down tobacco, if not a great deal else.

Dudley, you must have a private health care plan, in my experience a broken pinky doesn't attract scaffolding on the NHS.

Broke mine playing basket ball, thought it just staved and waited a week or so before going to the doc. Treatment? - the broken one was taped to the next one. 20 years later, it's bent and fatter the the other pinky.

Josef K wrote:Dudley, you must have a private health care plan, in my experience a broken pinky doesn't attract scaffolding on the NHS.

NHS all the way, but I agree - way over the top. I had to have two nights in hospital to have that sucker fitted (the anal MRSA swabs are a treat, by the way, and very dignified, to boot.). I think the supposed complexity of the break appealed to the consultant's professional derring-do, and he thought he 'd go flash.

I'm glad they gave it the kitchen sink, but to be honest, given the relative lack of movement I've got in it now, I'm pretty sure taping it to the next one would have done the same job. It's worked fine on other breaks I've had, and in the past I shattered the top bone of my middle finger, and only realised three weeks later when it swelled up again, and that finger's tickety boo now.