Yeah. I was cutting down the sedum in my garden like I do every year about this time. I was holding the plant and talking to my mom who was putting the cut plants in bags as I cut them. All of a sudden I was all OWWWWWMOTHERFUCKERR!!! and I looked down and I was bleeding all over my garden. It didn't hurt at first really - good ol' adrenaline eh? I went in the house to see if I could just bandage it up, but when I went to rinse it off, it was bleeding like a little bitch still and it was deeeeeeep. I said a few choice words and made my mom drive me to the urgent care. Long story short, I now have four stitches in my left pinky finger because I am a dumbass.

I think I freaked the urgent care nurses out because I watched them stitch up my finger and kept making comments about how nice their stitch work was and stuff. I guess they're used to people freaking out and fainting, lol. I have to go back in about a week to get the stitches out - mom's orders lol, because I told her I could just take them out myself and she yelled lololol. Moms.

At least I have cool, nasty-looking stitches in time for Halloween? Or...something? I guess? Maybe? Oh, and my birthday is next Friday so I guess I get them taken out for mah birfdaaaaaae. XD

What stupid shit have you done lately? Make me feel less like a moron, please? lolololol am dumb

Sidenote: It is REALLY FUCKING HARD to type without the use of my left little finger and my goddamn wrist is killing meeeeeeeee.

Ok, I didn't use the correct tools to try and extract an engine's expansion plug. Instead I drove it down all the way to the internal cylinder wall. That was two weeks ago, a few minutes ago I tried a level in Pokémon Mystery Dungeon not realizing my characters weren't strong enough to make the mission. I just exited without saving.

I remember my facial stitches fondly, but they came after October 2011.

These are the first major stitches I had. The only ones I've had prior to this were two in my ear from a biopsy (came back negative thankfully).

In my madness, those months in 2012 have been some of the most joyful for me. For once in my life, I liked my appearance. Stitches and scars alike, like I actually smashed my face into the mirror.

I laughed and smiled sinister when I looked. That has since not been the case.

I can't think of anything impressively dumb that I've done lately (unless you count shredding a logsheet of important passwords before the admin clerk had updated the new sheet, effectively losing one important pass right before the bosslady needed it), but here's a little funny from the bossman's fishing trip:

So, bossman and the guys were out fishing this summer off the Valdez. Long story short he hooked his shorts and fell on the rocks. Big Ouch, but could be worse, right? About ten minutes later he's talking to one of the guys and the ask him "What the hell did you do to your leg?" before driving him to urgent care. He needed five stitches for that gash.

Even funnier is, he's the second guy to come in with that exact problem that week.

Hoo boy as someone who majored in Horticulture with a major in Floral design, I am TERRIFIED of doing exactly this. I hope you've healed up well!!

Hope your finger heals well! All I did recently was slip on a puddle outside and stub my toe on the curb :V

You are not the only one that does things...and you look back and are like "But...why." XD Some of these were long ago, some semi-recent, but I think plenty of stories to illustrate that you are definitely not alone!

[Spoiler=Stitches. Not my first go-around with them, either] This wasn't recently. But I was definitely old enough to know better....I think I was fifteen? Sixteen? Again. Old enough to know better. I may have decided to use a glass jar as a sand mold - but it had a "lip" on the inside, so the sand wasn't coming out. I tapped it, and tapped it...and right when I'm thinking "you shouldn't tap the glass this hard"....it shattered in my hands. I jerked my hands away - while my right (dominant) hand was unmarred, my left (non-dominant) hand was not so lucky. I had to go to urgent care and get all stitched up. I had very nice laceration between my pointer and and middle fingers. ....not only that - when I stepped in the back door of the house and yelled "MOO-OM...I'm cut!" ....I hear her yell from the back of the house "Don't bleed all over the floor!".... I was SO pissed at her I refused to let her take me to the urgent care and instead had my father do it. =0P

While there the doctor I had - he had the beside manner of a cold fish. A cold, dead slimy, jerk of a fish. Anyway, they take us (dad and I) to the furthest room back in the place with the door shut. My arm is stretched out to the side and gently irrigated with icy saline...and then the bastard used a 1cc syringe and proceeded to use a motion like a sewing machine while depressing the plunger. I screamed bloody murder, mostly because it felt like he was repeatedly stabbing my hand with a hot freaking poker. I remember I had time to take a breath and shriek again. ..I did however keep my arm and hand still, I just made sure anyone with eardrums knew I was VERY displeased. XD ....The ONLY thing I can give him is that when he was done...it was numb. Completely and utterly numb. But I've had a couple brushes with lidocaine blocks and his was by far the most painful and least thoughtful one I've EVER had.

Anyway, I can't remember exactly how many stitches that was - I think six or seven. eight? I dunno. But that place knew me on sight by name for years. You see, while I was screaming like I was being murdered with a particularly dull rusty spoon - People walked out of the waiting room and left...people walked out of the actual exam rooms and left and people asked the staff if they were getting what I was getting - because if so they didn't want any. XD [/spoiler]

[Spoiler=Asymmetry is A-ok] ..I also knew better when I nicked the base of my thumb with a paring knife while slicing an apple. Now if you compare my two thumbs when I curl them toward my palms - you can see one doesn't curl as much as the other. I probably should have gone to urgent care - but I was pet sitting and I wasn't in the mood to get poked and prodded (please see previous anecdote..it was many years later, but that definitely burned into my brain. XD) So instead i'm looking for bandaids - I can't find the damn things. I was sitting for a vet - so I could find gauze and vet wrap and all kinds of stuff you could theoretically use to practically amputate or patch up an arm half hanging off, but the damn bandaids? Nowhere in sight! So I used some vetwrap to hold on a temporary non-stick bandage while I held up my hand and drove up the road to buy my own darn bandaids. It turned out she DID have them in the house - just nowhere I looked. And by the time I realized that my thumbs were no longer able to be bent identically, I was like "well....too late now" and didn't bother to ever have it checked out. =0P [/spoiler]

....I did also manage in high school to chip a bone in my middle finger on the V-Sit reach (a STRETCHING exercise for any of you not familiar with it)...and I spent waaay too much time with a splint on it. ....doing things as simple as getting dressed was so awkward. I can only imagine trying to type without the use of a pinky! So in summation...seriously, we all have those moments in hindsight where we would like to got back in time, kick ourselves in the bum and be like "Pay attention! You know better!" .... ^.^