X-ray wrote:
@ Karlos
"He'd impaled me to the floor with the damn thing!"
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Did you say "Awww, for forks sakes, what are you doing man!!!"
:-P
It didn't really hurt properly until I looked down at it, saw what it was and then pulled it out. First it hurt like hell and I couldn't - I only managed to pull the fork out of the ground (foot with it) and then surveyed the real damage.
It had literally gone through the top of my trainer, then my foot (miraculously pushing aside the bones as it was later revealed nothing was broken, but it was bruised to hell for months), through the sole of my trainer protruding about four inches out of the sole of it. Luckily passing through my shoe and sock had caused most of the muck to be wiped off before it went into the flesh.
I then had to brace my foot against the edge of the fence and pull the thing out. I think I probably invented some new swear words at that point, not to mention emiting them at a deafening volume. It also bled a lot heavier than I expected (although I later discovered there's a lot of blood vessels in the sole of the foot), which was momentarily alarming. It stopped pretty quick with some applied pressure though.
The obligatory trip to casualty ensued, followed by wound cleaning, x-rays, anti tetanus, dose of antibiotics etc.
Strangely, the scar is almost invisible now.
