Bathroom Injuries

Ok, so i was sitting at the comp, miserable and depressed over my inability to find a job, and i read the funniest shit ever.� It cheered me up and i felt compelled to share:

http://guster.com/test/tanindexflashsite.html

It got me thinking just how many people have gotten injured in some way in the bathroom. Anyone care to share stories that happened to yourself or someone you knew?

jen

I don't have any embarassing stories, but this exact same thread is on so many other messageboards.� Quite hilarious.

This didn't happen in the bathroom but on the way to it.

I was nauseous and ran into the bathroom the vomit. I ran fast and caught my little toe on the door of my bedroom and broke it. So I made it to the bathroom doubled over in pain from my stomach and my toe. I still laughed as it happened.

I totally wiped out in the shower once. In someone's else's house.

I grabbed the shower curtain as I went down, but I totally bit it anyway, and landed on my ribcage on the rim of the tub. It was glorious -- falling, sputtering, with various limbs and . . . appendages flailing everywhere.

ok...so I was 5...and brushing my teeth involved climbing onto the counter. Then when I tried to remove my brush from the handy dandy holder I yanked a little too hard and fell off. Still, it's more fun to just say I broke my arm brushing my teeth and watch the wheels turn in people's heads.

Don't think I've had any serious ones, but I keep very painfully hitting my head on the towel shelves after I bend down to do something like scoop the litter box.

HEAD CHECK!

but my uncle on the other hand....A few months ago he was babysitting his niece (whose 2) for the whole day. After she had gone home he went into the bathroom, but was so wiped out from watching her, that he fell asleep on the toilet. When he woke up his foot had fallen asleep and gone numb so when he stood up he fell over and broke his foot. he said he was so embarassed to tell the doctor what happened at the hospital. I personally would have had to make a story up.

am I the only one bothered by the above error?

Apparently.

Another good puke story.� Not for the easily grossed out.

I'm running to the bathroom because I've gotta puke, only to find my dad is taking his sweet time dropping the kids off at the pool.� I knock on the door and he says "yeah?", I open my mouth to say "Lemme in, I gotta puke" and as soon as my mouth opens, I realize that the puke is on its way up.� Instinctively, I clap my hands over my mouth in an ill-fated attempted to stop the puke.� Instead, the puke bursts out and funnels in an upward motion overtop of my hands with enough force to knock my glasses clear off my face.

error? as in what he did, or did i make a blaring typo and am just to blind to notice?

I think it is referring to your saying "whose" when you should have said, "who's."

I type homonyms pretty much at random even though I intellectually know better so it didn't bother me at all.

Had bronchitis really bad one year. Was coughing so hard at one point, felt like i was going to be sick.. so i headed to the bathroom... which was at the top of the stairs. Actually passed out from all the coughing and fell down the stairs. Never did make it into the bathroom but the fall stopped my coughing!

the tubs tend to get very slippery when soapy water finds it's way on them...:)

of course! Haven't you ever seen Final Destination? (one of the worst movies ever made btw...)

...I hate it when the shower comes out of the wall and tries to strangle me at the same time....makes taking a shower that much more of a chore:)

Okay, so in 1997, I was asked to live with my great aunt Rose (Ro-ro, as we called her), who had entirely lost her shit. Basically undiagnosed Alzheimer's. It was rough, but my mom stayed over for a week or two to help me out.

So one day, my mom's asleep on the couch, and I go to take a shower. I'm doing my normal shower business, and all of a sudden, BOOM. Down I go. My mom hears this, jumps up from a sound sleep on the couch, runs down the hall to the bathroom, breaks the door down, and finds me, naked as the day I was born, lying in the tub going "ow". She starts screaming at me, saying "Geoffrey! Don't do that! I thought you were Ro-ro!" and I'm like "Okay, mom! Can you help me up?"

Not really an injury, but....

My brother was making screwdrivers for all the people that lived in our house (which at the time, was like 7 people!). He thinks I'm really amusing when I get really drunk, and this night proved him right, so he was making mine in a tall glass, roughly 3/4 vodka, 1/4 OJ. After two or three of those, I thought it was a good idea to start drinking straight from the vodka bottle. My memory of the evening gets hazy at this point, but with the help of others, I've been able to reconstruct a few events from the missing hours. Apparently I attempted to eat the cat, and I used the Playstation as an ashtray. And, shortly thereafter, since it was cheap vodka, I ended up on the toilet with a bucket in front of me, with the entire contents of my gastrointestinal tract shooting out both ends of my body at alarming velocities. In between vomiting, I was screaming down the stairs about how I hated all of them, and how they made me drink, and how that was how Jimi Hendrix died. It was a fun evening.

Ah, one of those stories that makes me oh-so-sorry that I don't drink.

How disappointing. I thought your brother was a metal worker and was making everyone real screwdrivers. I was going to ask for a nice phillips head.