what didn't kill you...

Our family doctor had a diagnostic machine called a fleuroscope. It was an early x-ray machine, except that instead of taking one quick picture, it stayed on, bombarding you with x-rays and showing your body in "real time." I loved it, as the doctor would let me look at the image of my own bones, etc. I thought it was "cool." Fortunately, they stopped using them. I wonder how many people died years later as a result of those machines? (They were used for ordinary checkups.)

They used something similar in the shoe stores, as I recall.
 
win231 said:
Maybe these two adventures weren't deadly.......just yukky.
When I was 10, my brother & I were playing handball against the side of the house. I was barefoot. As I ran up to hit the ball, I heard a scraping sound. I looked down at my foot & saw that a nail went through the side of my big toe & out the other side. I started to pull it out but it was so rusted, it broke off. When I pulled on the other side, it also broke off, leaving a piece stuck inside the toe. I went into the garage & found a brand new nail & used it to push out the broken piece. I poured peroxide into the hole & put a Band-Aid over each hole. It healed perfectly. "Tetanus?" What's that?

No more serious incidents....until I was 16. I was swimming at the beach, maybe 50 yards from shore when I felt a tug on my foot - like someone grabbed it as a joke. I reached down & felt something thrashing. I didn't know what it was until it swam away & I saw the fin sticking out of the water - a small shark, (luckily) maybe 3-4 feet. The water was cold & I didn't feel any pain, so I thought it was minor, but when I got to shore, people started gasping & pointing at my foot. There was a big, deep triangle-shaped flap on the top of my foot & every time I took a step, it gushed blood; that's what was freaking people out. I wrapped it in a towel & drove home with my other foot. When I got home, I couldn't find bandages that were big enough, so I stuck the flap back on & covered it with masking tape. It healed fine - maybe the salt water prevented infection.
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peppermint said:
Oh, I love that….we went to the drags...in New Jersey....boyfriend, now hubby, had a 54 or 55 Ford....I won the girls race...
God a trophy....The Good Old Days.....!
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Reading all your adventures makes me think I lived under a rock.


My grand father let a neighbor put his pony in our pasture.
I soon was riding her with a thin rope halter.

Was bragging to the kid gang that I could ride her.
Before I had time to get a rope on her,, the guys had tossed me on her.

There I was no way of controlling her & no saddle.
To make matters more interesting someone smacked her on her butt.

The race was on,, gang chasing pony & I up the trail.
Rocky hill on one side & steep bank on the other.

Thankfully the pony had no desire to go over the edge anymore than I did.
Not sure how it took us to reach an open field.
Pony didn't appear to be slowing down,, heading for out of pasture.
I abandoned there my steed missing a large rock as I hit the ground.

Don't know if the tale reached my parents.
Next time I whined about wanting a horse ,, I got one.

With orders to care for its feed & keep the stall clean.
 
wcwbf said:
i would suspect boys did more of this than girls. what activities did you get into that was truly dangerous... but you were oblivious to that. what did you do that didn't kill you?
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As a farm kid in Idaho I was always facinated by things that go BOOM. Making Nitro-glycerin in the basement at 14 years old was really somthing. O yea blew out a 1/4 mile section of BASALT from the Snake River Canyon Wall with the stuff. Maybe that is why my Mother died before her 60th birthday SHE MAY HAVE FOUND OUT ALL THE ALMOST CERTAINLY FATAL CRAP I USED TO DO. I am convinced that there is a DIVINE PROVIDENCE that look out after FOOLS AND CHILDREN!!!!
 
When I was a kid my mom, siblings and I swam in a slough that had raw sewage dumped into it. The water got in my mouth and up every place it could.
 
When I was 10-11yrs old we liked to climb up on our school roof which was in turn
attached to the roof of the TA hall . Running across the roots I didn't notice the skylight window and I ended up waking 3 months later from a coma with a fractured skull
 

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