“I still vividly remember the sensation of pizza, Pepsi, and crushed red pepper shooting out of my face to this day.”

"It didn’t upset my stomach but left my lips kind of burned. I was watching something really interesting on TV, so I forgot after a few minutes and went to scratch my nuts and the burning that ensued was intense and prolonged. 

Eventually, when I could waddle to the kitchen, imagine my mom’s curiosity at seeing me waddling back to the bathroom with a bowl of milk. She probably thought I was hiding a stray kitten."

"They were yellowjackets, and I was standing on top of their nest. My parents had said that if a bee flew near me, to just stand still and it would leave me alone, but they'd failed to mention that yellowjackets are very different, or that the 'just stand still' rule doesn't apply when it's a whole NEST. 

35 years later I still remember the feel of them crawling in my hair. I still get freaked out by any flying, stinging insect."

"Three days later my finger was turning purple so my husband and I used lube, oil, and soap to try and get it off. We finally were able to yank it off but I ended up with a torn ligament and can't wear a ring for six to eight weeks. If your hands start to swell, take the ring off ASAP."

"I was holding the thing with the screw with my left hand, the knife in my right, and I was forcefully turning it lefty loosey when the tip of the knife slipped off the screw and immediately landed on my hand. It cut open about an inch and a half of skin from the base of my thumb to the outside edge. Because of the location, my skin kept pulling apart, so it would NOT stop bleeding.I went to urgent care, thinking they'd just glue it or use butterfly bandages. They sent me to the ER because they didn't do stitches.It's been over 20 years, and I still have the scar. I also have a set of small screwdrivers that I keep in my 'tool drawer' in the kitchen with my other household tools."

"I was sent back to our classroom and had to explain why I was there to my teacher. She just gave me a deadpan look and said, 'Well, that was stupid wasn’t it?' and went back to her grading. That was almost 30 years ago, and I still vividly remember the sensation of pizza, Pepsi, and crushed red pepper shooting out of my face to this day."

"I was banged up a bit, and my pant hem met up with my big toenail and lifted it off the nail bed. It was sensible shoes for me for over a year. Bonus: I did not drop the garbage bag."

"The rest of the shift, he had the most obnoxious farts and belches whilst continually complaining that his tummy hurt. He earned new nicknames: Jiffy, Farty Farterson, etc."

"It ended up hurting like you would not BELIEVE. I went crying to my parents in agony and after having wiped it off I had to sleep with cold towels under my arms. Lol."

"I banged on the door until a passenger heard me, then the passenger got a gate agent to let me out. I was so embarrassed, but the agent told me I wasn’t the only person to get locked in!"

"My father had banned me from such clubs because fights over often broke out there. Well, about 30 minutes after we got there, a fight broke out with knives and guns. It was a small place, one door in and out... and we were in the back. 

I tell you what, when we were able to make a break for that door, we did, and fast. I ran the full mile home. Leaving my car. My father, laughing as he told me, 'I told you not to be at that place,' had to go with me to get my car. I was too scared."

"I pulled it out barehanded and it was a mud dauber. Though stings are rare, I found out It had definitely stung me when my thumb increased in size doubly and I had to go to the emergency room to see if my life was threatened. Obviously, I lived through it."

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