So, I kicked a can of Ranch Style Beans.

[Sigmund]

Hi!

Let me start from the beginning.

Saturday evening I was in my den/library reading and listening to Pandora. Just kicking back and relaxing. There was a big BOOM and the house shook. I also heard a noise in my kitchen. I got up and went to the window to look out. I didn't see anything (well, I saw the neighbors across the street also looking out). I started to go to the kitchen to see what the noise I heard before. I'm walking down the hall (the hall light is always on) to get to the kitchen. I'm going for the kitchen light switch when...I find the source of the noise. It's a can of Ranch Style Beans! How did I find the source of the noise in the kitchen, in the dark, you ask? My big toe on my right foot found the can of Ranch Style Beans . In the dark. I could say when I kicked the can of Ranch Style Beans across the kitchen I yelled,"Goal!" but I was too busy on my hands and knees crying. My toe. My cracked toe nail. The pain. The sorrow.

I'm thinking tomorrow morning when I have to put on my tennis and go to work will be interesting.

Tell us about your I Kicked A can Of Ranch Styled Beans story.

Thank you!

 

[Blake]

Hi!

Let me start from the beginning.

Saturday evening I was in my den/library reading and listening to Pandora. Just kicking back and relaxing. There was a big BOOM and the house shook. I also heard a noise in my kitchen. I got up and went to the window to look out. I didn't see anything (well, I saw the neighbors across the street also looking out). I started to go to the kitchen to see what the noise I heard before. I'm walking down the hall (the hall light is always on) to get to the kitchen. I'm going for the kitchen light switch when...I find the source of the noise. It's a can of Ranch Style Beans! How did I find the source of the noise in the kitchen, in the dark, you ask? My big toe on my right foot found the can of Ranch Style Beans . In the dark. I could say when I kicked the can of Ranch Style Beans across the kitchen I yelled,"Goal!" but I was too busy on my hands and knees crying. My toe. My cracked toe nail. The pain. The sorrow.

I'm thinking tomorrow morning when I have to put on my tennis and go to work will be interesting.

Tell us about your I Kicked A can Of Ranch Styled Beans story.

Thank you!

Do you mean something that scared me and then I found out what it was? Okay, something similar. Back around 1994 I used to brew my own beer. I accidentally on purpose put too much sugar in each bottle thinking they would become more alcoholic, but what happened is they exploded and I had 26 bottles all together and they exploded around 11 pm in the night. Another one. Four days after my mother died I woke up around 2 am groggy because I had been drinking and there was this massive storm going on outside( it was bad when I got home drenched with rain) , and I woke up hearing this massive crash, and the tree outside the house(maybe 40 feet high tree) fell across the road outside, if it had fallen the other way I might be dead and the house caved in. Later the guys with chainsaws came(the state emergency guys) I offered to help but they said no because of duty of care considerations. Both true but not that interesting. That, by the way, is when I thought my father communicated with me from the afterlife telling me everything's alright, don't worry about your mother, then I woke up and the tree was fallen down. When I saw the psychologist he said that you just had a dream. I know I didn't because I felt my father touch my forehead. I know I sound loopy but it's true. That's twice my father communicated with me after he died(the first could be my imagination but I don't know). Also in nearly every dream I talk with my father.

 

[Grandpa]

I played high school football. I got a sprained ankle.

I played high school wrestling. No injuries.

I played adult league soccer from mid-twenties to late-fifties. Okay, I had some things, including popped hamstrings in my mid-thirties that I got over with good rehab. But for 30 years of field sports, no big deals.

Still playing soccer, still enjoying all the physical things that the world had to offer, I found myself tooling down the road on a Segway, going the speed-limited 12 miles an hour. I ran out of sidewalk.

Here's what I have to offer about Segways: Don't go off the road. If you go off the road, don't go full speed.

I went along, violating both of those, when the Segway went one way, and I went the other. Or so it seemed. It went one way, and I came down, and my left thigh impacted something, not sure what, that sent a bolt of heat-lightning through my leg. It was instantly, consumingly, agonizing. I didn't yell, but I couldn't think of anything else.

After figuring that I could move in certain ways that didn't hurt my leg and others that (OW! S! F! KMN!) did, and ignoring the drivers going by probably laughing at me, I made it back to the Segway, which was operating fine, although I was not. I called Grandma, told her that I was immobile and needed a ride home. She asked me where I was.

Grandma is directionally challenged, and she doesn't mind me telling you that. It's the fact.

I gave her a place across the way from where I was, because she could find me there. And then I needed to get there. The sad and ironic fact is that it would work best for me taking the Segway to get there.

At that point, I didn't know how I was doing. I could move along fine as long as I was careful, but if I put the slight bit of pressure on my leg, yow! the lightning heat-bolt would jump through, telling me that I shouldn't be doing that.

Well, thanks to the Segway and careful posturing on my part, I got down the road, across the way, back down the other side, to the rendezvous point. Grandma drives up.

This is where it gets interesting. Grandma is not burly enough to get the Segway into her car. I am, but the lifting action is not doing well for me if I have to put pressure on my left leg, which I have to do. I finally life the 100+ pound (I think) mechanism to the back of her car, with no little pain involved, and by that I mean it was torturous. I then get into her car on the passenger side, accompanied with more suppressed cries of agony, and tell her to drive me to the emergent care center close to our house.

They take non-contrast and contrast MRIs, neither of which are pleasant but the contrast MRIs really suck because of the taste and nausea. They say no fracture, unless the fracture is occult. I go to the orthopod later, and he says it looks like someone took a baseball bat to my leg, and I have a ruptured quadricep, which is often a career-ender for professional players.

I never played soccer again. I don't know that it was a "career-ender," but I haven't run much since, and my left leg has never gotten its full mass back. The Giant, GNTLGNT, may have comments here, or may not.

That was my can of ranch beans.

 

[grin willard]

Okay. As a young man, I worked on the veranda bar one summer at the Opryland Hotel making (mostly) Daiquiris! So much fun. I made so many friends there! Then one day, several of us guys there was moving the damn friggin' soft serve ice-cream machine, and it toppled over & basically crushed my left big toe! I went to the hospital, but you can't set a toe! They x-rayed it & said, "Yeah! It's broken alright."

Fast forward! Much time has passed. I don't work the veranda anymore. The toe is good! It made a significant 'crunch' sound for many years if I wiggled it. But now, perfect as before. Except it's older, and the nail still doesn't look right! It comes out bluish, and with a rough texture. Then the other day -- (Everyone reads more carefully) a coworker & I was moving a desk, and BAM! One of legs CAME DOWN HARD ON MY RIGHT BIG TOE! My good toe. It still hurts. The top of the nail looks a little ... funny. Again, my extremities attacked by Ranch Beans!

 

[CoriSCapnSkip]

I was spared from certain death at the paws of my cats who tip over wastebaskets and sometimes leave them lying across doorways in the dark. Luckily the wastebasket in question was metal and glow from a nightlight was just enough to reflect sufficient to be seen before walking right over it. Had it been otherwise who knows what hideous fate I might have suffered.

 

[Spideyman]

I was spared from certain death at the paws of my cats who tip over wastebaskets and sometimes leave them lying across doorways in the dark. Luckily the wastebasket in question was metal and glow from a nightlight was just enough to reflect sufficient to be seen before walking right over it. Had it been otherwise who knows what hideous fate I might have suffered.

CoriSCapnSkip , use reflective tape on the wastebaskets. Even glow in the dark tape. No falls allowed!

 

[morgan]

Hi!

Let me start from the beginning.

Saturday evening I was in my den/library reading and listening to Pandora. Just kicking back and relaxing. There was a big BOOM and the house shook. I also heard a noise in my kitchen. I got up and went to the window to look out. I didn't see anything (well, I saw the neighbors across the street also looking out). I started to go to the kitchen to see what the noise I heard before. I'm walking down the hall (the hall light is always on) to get to the kitchen. I'm going for the kitchen light switch when...I find the source of the noise. It's a can of Ranch Style Beans! How did I find the source of the noise in the kitchen, in the dark, you ask? My big toe on my right foot found the can of Ranch Style Beans . In the dark. I could say when I kicked the can of Ranch Style Beans across the kitchen I yelled,"Goal!" but I was too busy on my hands and knees crying. My toe. My cracked toe nail. The pain. The sorrow.

I'm thinking tomorrow morning when I have to put on my tennis and go to work will be interesting.

Tell us about your I Kicked A can Of Ranch Styled Beans story.

Thank you!

I dropped a large plastic container of frozen chili on my toe about eight years ago. Never went to the doctor, but everyone who looked at it said it was broken. It was the color (and almost the size! LOL) of that Barney character/abomination. It healed fairly well, but still is a bit bigger than it was and the toenail is a tad weird, but could've been worse!

 

[Neesy]

I dropped a large plastic container of frozen chili on my toe about eight years ago. Never went to the doctor, but everyone who looked at it said it was broken. It was the color (and almost the size! LOL) of that Barney character/abomination. It healed fairly well, but still is a bit bigger than it was and the toenail is a tad weird, but could've been worse!

So does it still act up when it's going to rain? (or snow?)

 

[Blake]

Do you mean something that scared me and then I found out what it was? Okay, something similar. Back around 1994 I used to brew my own beer. I accidentally on purpose put too much sugar in each bottle thinking they would become more alcoholic, but what happened is they exploded and I had 26 bottles all together and they exploded around 11 pm in the night. Another one. Four days after my mother died I woke up around 2 am groggy because I had been drinking and there was this massive storm going on outside( it was bad when I got home drenched with rain) , and I woke up hearing this massive crash, and the tree outside the house(maybe 40 feet high tree) fell across the road outside, if it had fallen the other way I might be dead and the house caved in. Later the guys with chainsaws came(the state emergency guys) I offered to help but they said no because of duty of care considerations. Both true but not that interesting. That, by the way, is when I thought my father communicated with me from the afterlife telling me everything's alright, don't worry about your mother, then I woke up and the tree was fallen down. When I saw the psychologist he said that you just had a dream. I know I didn't because I felt my father touch my forehead. I know I sound loopy but it's true. That's twice my father communicated with me after he died(the first could be my imagination but I don't know). Also in nearly every dream I talk with my father.

 

[morgan]

So does it still act up when it's going to rain? (or snow?)

No, but I have an old knee injury from the third grade that does!

 

[GNTLGNT]

....being of the mutant height and width I am, I've smacked my head off more doorways than Carter had liver pills, stuck my arm into ceiling fans when I was stretching, knocked my ribs about trying to barge thru doorways made for much smaller folk than me....etc.....

 

[Srbo]

Commenting just to mark this thread, seems like there is a lot of interesting stories in here, but I don`t have the energy to read them all atm....

 

[Neesy]

Commenting just to mark this thread, seems like there is a lot of interesting stories in here, but I don`t have the energy to read them all atm....

How's that cold? My son and I both had/have some sort of throat problem - taking Advil Cold and Sinus at the moment and hope it clears up before we hit the road for our big trip!

 

[wdb1124]

When I first got into this nutty automotive business, my first boss ran over my foot with a flatbed push cart loaded with about 600 lbs of brake rotors. What happened was, we were moving it together through the store, I was pulling one end of the cart and he was pushing from the other side. I hit a dip in the concrete floor and stumbled for a second. While I stopped pulling momentarily, he kept pushing. He finally got the picture when he heard me let out a bloodcurdling yell. Being the worker I am, I kept powering through the day. When I got home that evening and took off my shoes and socks, the toenail on the second toe of my right foot came right along with them. The top of my right foot was completely purple for weeks after that. And that, that is my "I Kicked a Can of Ranch Beans" story.

 

[Srbo]

How's that cold? My son and I both had/have some sort of throat problem - taking Advil Cold and Sinus at the moment and hope it clears up before we hit the road for our big trip!

Just posted about it the Cantina, going to see a doctor, Advil and Neocitron is not cutting it, this seems not to be just an ordinary cold.
Hope I`ll be healthy for the TO trip....

 

[Neesy]

Just posted about it the Cantina, going to see a doctor, Advil and Neocitron is not cutting it, this seems not to be just an ordinary cold.
Hope I`ll be healthy for the TO trip....

((((Srbo)))) - eat more garlic!

Spoiler

I should practice what I preach - I'm about ready to take some antibiotics if my sore throat doesn't clear up soon!

 

[arista]

Prevention is worth a pound of cure. However, I refuse to get a flu shot. I do not see the redeeming value.

 

[JMR]

I get hurt at work all the time. I work at a dog hotel overnight and I swear the doors on the rooms are blood thirsty They swing out and get me. Nothing big..but i get lots of scarps and bumps and bleed a lot.

 

[Joanie Kay]

When I was 19 or 20, my cat Casey and I lived in a basement apartment. One night I was awakened by Casey scurrying to and fro in hot pursuit of...something. The room was dark, and I couldn't get to the light switch without crossing the floor...which I was NOT about to do, with a live and angry-sounding SOMETHING skittering hither and yon around my bedroom. In my mind, it grew to epic proportions: it was a rat, I surmised, a gargantuan, hideous, fanged, clawed, savage beast, at least three times Casey's size (oh god, please save my cat), and if my foot got in its way I'd be minus a leg. At least.

So I screamed. (There were people upstairs, one in a bedroom directly above mine.) No one came. I remembered leaving a broom in the corner next to my bed, so I got it and banged on the ceiling. Nothing. Casey scurried, SOMETHING scrambled, one or the other of them snarled and hissed and...you get the idea. This went on, with me continuing to scream and bang the ceiling with the broomstick for hours, until the sun came up and the faint rectangle of light that came through my bedroom window showed a wounded, squeaking bat on the floor. A tiny bat, I must add. Wings and all, it would have fit into the palm of my hand.

I went out and bought a cheap bedside lamp that day. And a flashlight.