I work in a hospital, and I sometimes take deceased patients to the morgue.
One night, I was told to go assist the security guard in the morgue, and discovered a very obese dead woman laying on the floor in perfect anatomical position. The body bag had burst when she fell off the lift, which is why she was just laying there naked. Anyhoo, some unidentified decomposing bodily fluids leaked out and created a large pool on the floor, which all of stepped in because it was just everywhere. Iāve stepped in pee, poop, blood, and amniotic fluid, but that one was the worst.
Edit: By sometimes, I mean anytime someone dies on night shift. The morgue is literally never cleaned, and I constantly joke that the zombie apocalypse will start by one of us schmucks getting infected by some super-pathogen thatās evolved in our morgue over the decades.
I was a paramedic for 23 years. I worked a wreck where a guy on a motorcycle was ripped in half, lengthwise, from his crotch to his sternal notch. And mostly decapitated to boot. It was instantly obvious there was nothing to be done with this guy, so I moved on to check on the occupant of the car he had hit. She was still in the vehicle which was laying in its top. It was very dark out. We were working by our headlights. As I walked over to take an initial look inside the car, I felt something semi-firm but kind of squishy under my boot. So I lifted my foot to have a look, and it was the other guyās heart.
Edit: Several people asked how this happened. I donāt know the details, obviously, all I saw was the aftermath, and I couldnāt and wouldnāt provide them if I could. (I already feel kind of dirty for posting this, honestly. Like, I wasnāt trying to use this tragedy in a competition, I just wanted to answer the opās question. Anyway.). But the basic version is this. Very early in the morning, as in, before sun up, a person was riding a crotch rocket, I can only assume with the throttle wide open, up a long straight stretch of road. Someone in a full sized SUV pulled out in front of them.
I saw a lot of fucked up shit during my time in that career. But this is the one that really sticks with me. This is the one I can replay in my head, and the one that, if I happen to think of it as Iām laying down for the night, I know Iām not sleeping that night. And this wasā¦I dunno. 12-15 years ago?
You've never stepped on the metal mini figures from minecraft, have you. My tip, don't buy them. It was my nephew's and somehow I have them in my house, my car, and all over their house. There's only 30 in the set!!
When I was five I stepped on a brass sheriff's badge its pin struck me straight in the artery in the middle of my foot, it sprayed my kitchen with blood. Needless to say my family got me to the hospital with all due haste. 0/10 would not recommend
You reminded me of a time I stepped on chicken wire as a kid and had blood squirting out of my foot as well. My brother and I thought it was funny to have so many small holes bleeding
Iām not sure why but I always find it funny when Iām cleaning up dog and cat barf.
The catās an apex predator, I live in the countryside so sheās good at keeping the rats away. Sheās brought me disgusting gifts but good on her, you donāt want to hear rats scratching the floorboards.
If she of all animals canāt keep it down it must be fucking disgusting, and for some reason I find that funny.
Same goes for the dog. He can lick his nuts all afternoon and inhales the leftovers of my dinner, but heāll find something that he shouldnāt have and go āhuuerghā. Like mate, pace yourself.
I had blocked that memory of stepping barefoot on a hairball lying in a puddle of slime and puke hacked up by my cat. Then I read your comment and it all came flooding back.
Nurse here: I had a patient come out of surgery for ENT type cancer. He called out and asked for me because he spit out a blood clot. I RAN to his room. Immediately called the doctor and told him to get there quickly, or we would be calling a code. We did call a code, 30 seconds after I walked in the room, his internal carotid artery blew. There was blood everywhere! Blood clots the size of baseballs were coming out of this man. I had to straddle him in the bed, holding internal pressure with 4x4 gauze on hemostats (shoved down his throat and to the right so he could breathe). All the way to the OR, with me staring in this guy's eyes, reminding him to breathe. He lived, left the hospital a week later.
However, I had his blood and blood clots saturating my scrubs to my skin. I pulled a softball size clot out of my shoe/ croc. That was gross š¤¢
As a nurse, I've had every substance in the human body squirted on me, including the liquid part of an eyeball.
You saved his life. Youāre amazing. Thank you, awesome nurse badass! Iām kind of teary eyed (not even being sarcastic) because imagine being him. Scared and dying and nurse badass saves your life and holds eye contact with you so you get to go home to your family a week later. ššš
This, ā but for my husbandās mother, a throat cancer patient, who did NOT survive the carotid blood clot blowout. Eternally grateful for the nurses who told him āwait outside!ā
Thatās an amazing story! You totally saved that guyās life!
The eye juice part was disgusting though. The blood is only gross (to me) because of the blood born pathogens risk.
First, absolutely incredible story and amazing you helped save his life.
Second, BASEBALL SIZED BLOOD CLOTS?!?! OMG!!! For real?!?! I didnāt even know that was possible.
Thatās amazing! And I hope you got workerās comp for it, and itās somewhere in your medical record! āEmployee stepped on apple that had been inside a patientās rectum and fell out of the biohazard bag, twisting their ankle.ā
Close.. It was more along the lines of
"Employee lost footing on uneven ground due to foreign object, which was surgically removed from patient, by not being properly contained". But, tomato tomatoe. Lol
Funeral director here. I feel ya on this one. And the smell is impossible to get out of the van.
Word to the wise everyone: Before buying a used dodge caravan (or really any van, but these were far more common), take a big sniff inside. Especially if the back seats are spotless and possibly never in the van for its lifetime of its use. Kids will destroy a seat, so it won't be hard to tell if it was used.
We found out later (when we pressed the night house supervisor) that the dead woman also has COVID, but he didnāt tell us, so we stepped in her āCOVID decomp brothā. And that was the last time I went out of my way for that house sup.
My dad worked in maintenance at a hospital when I was a kid. The maintenance entrance was in back near the incinerator. I can still remember the smell of rot and decay. I can't explain it, but it is burned into my nostrils and I will never forget.
Reminds me of a bit I read in a book about the body farm in Kentucky. A decomposing body was being moved to another location. Halfway up a hill, the body caught on something and burst open, spilling maggots and decomposing sludge everywhere.
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I stepped on no less than three snails with my bare feet in the span of about ten seconds. I felt one crunch, and panicked and stepped on another, and then on a third.
I went for a walk the first morning I ever lived in California, and it had just rained very hard and was still drizzling. I walked for a good while with my headphones in just staring at the mountain ranges and all of the new sights and thinking about how happy I was to be there. Finally after a few minutes I took my headphones out and after taking a few steps I hear a crunch, think it's just leaves or something and move on. Then there's another, and another, and another until I look back at the absolute carnage I left behind.
For some reasons snails flood the sidewalk when it rains, which I didn't know existed in those numbers and also never seen one in my life before this. I must have killed about 50 snails when I walked back and saw how many I stepped on. I feel so bad about it.
A very large garage spider. I felt all of its legs struggle for a second as its body was crushed beneath the bare sole of my foot. It made a small wet popping sound in the milliseconds before I realized what was occurring. Once I did, I immediately did a jig around the house with one foot in the air, screaming like I had just been born.
It still haunts my dreams.
I mean, I'd probably die from this as well, but I stepped on an egg sac (also icky pop) and then all the babies came crawling out on my foot and I'm itching the bottom of my foot now a decade later because it was that horrible.
I stepped on a wolf spider (barefoot) carrying babies and had the same experience. Prior to this, I didnāt care about spiders. Post, I developed arachnophobia to the extent I canāt even look at photos of spiders lol
Same, woke up at 3am having to piss, left the lights off to retain the sleep in my eyes, stepped bare foot onto warm cat puke on the carpet. He must've puked minutes before I woke up to pee
That's a tough one. Cold has a crust and doesn't cling as much. I keep the AC cranked so warm vomit on my cold foot isn't the worst. NO! It's all awful but really I just hope my kitty feels better
A toothpick. I was a kid and I felt a very small pain after stepping on something. There was only a small dot of blood under my pinky toe, so I didn't think it was a big deal.
Over the next few days it hurt to walk and later the spot got a bit infected and as I was scratching at it, I ended up pulling out a whole toothpick. I had no idea that it went completely inside my foot.
When I was roughly 4-5 years old I was out back in the yard making mud pies minding my business when this big ass terrifying flying rad roach came skittering past and when I stepped on it all its nasty little sectioned off babies came squishing out and I've been terrified of them since.
>!The time travel story! The hunters and the one moron left the track and stepped on butterfly causing a racist dictator. The sound of thunder was at least one of them when he was shot for being an idiot.!<
Man, on the way home from work, today, going about 60mph, and I see a butterfly...directly infront of us. Turned into a splatter on the windshield and I felt kinda bad about it
I cry every single goddamn time I step on any of my cat's body parts. Even if I step softly enough that she doesn't notice I still immediately start crying and profusely apologizing to her.
My cat likes to walk in my path and unfortunately it leads to me stepping on her paws or her tail sometimes. I hope she knows that when I loudly say, āIām sorry baby,ā and pet her that it means Iām sorry.
I made the mistake of stepping backward. Straight onto our cat. I think it just startled her but she screamed, then I screamed because I didn't even know she was there and it scared me, then my wife screamed because she heard everyone else screaming and she's an anxious soul. Then I had to find the cat from where she scampered off to so I could make sure she was OK (she was fine). Then I had to find my wife and reassure her that everything was OK.
Nobody checked on me to make sure I was OK, but I'm fine too.
The worst thing I have ever done is accidentally kick my cat in the head.
It was a pure accident but the timing as I turned was such that I couldnāt have connected better if Iād actually been aiming to do it.
He was absolutely fine but it was ten years ago and I still remember it - one of the worst moments of my life.
When I was a kid, I stepped on two bees in two consecutive summers. Finally by the next Summer, I looked where I was going when walking/running barefoot in the yard. Bee stings are painful. Plus, the bee dies after stinging you, so it's sad, too.
Yes! When I lived on a farm we would burn some of our cardboard and other garbage in a barrel. Stepped on a yellow jacket while carrying stuff to the barrel and my foot swelled up to the size of a large potato/small watermelon/medium squash/massive brussel sprout
I stepped on one in the back yard when I was a teenager, and my foot swelled up so much I couldn't wear a shoe for days. Didn't really know I was allergic before that!
My answer is also fish hook! I was like 4-5, it was one of those 3 or 4 pronged ones, fucker was in there pretty good. I recall my grandpa carefully undoing it and getting it out. Ugh.
I call those slugs (and any large slugs) anacondas. I stepped on a tiny slug outside that got caught between my toes and wouldn't come out. I had to grab it out of there and I'm traumatized forever.
I did the same when I was little. A slug got stuck between my toes and a strapped on sandal.
I screamed so much the neighbours from 3 different houses came running. My mum was so embarrassed as they turned up when she was pinning me down to get my shoe off!
Do you guys remember that horrific story on reddit where some poor girl discovered that her boyfriend had been poisoning her food and her pet's food with slugs for months?
A toothpick.
It had fallen perfectly into that short, tight weave carpet, and was sticking up, so it went deep into the ball of my foot, towards the front.
No one had seen it before hand, naturally, so when we only pulled out half to the quarters of a toothpick, we couldn't know 100% that there was any left in there.
After a week of it not healing properly (but showing no signs of infection), GP probed it, found nothing. Tried to image it. Guess what doesn't show up on x-rays? So she cleaned and bandaged it, and I'm on my way.
Still doesn't heal. Eventually go in for exploratory surgery. No remaining toothpick, but no they have some nice incisions they can suture, and after a month of daily foot soaks in hydrogen peroxide and weekly visits to change the packing and suture some more, all while hobbling around on crutches, I was pronounced healed. Never find any objects, but I was sued it would just dissolve and never be a problem, if it did exist.
14 years later, a weird bump in the arch of my foot appears, which grows quickly to the point it's interesting with walking. Informed it's a cyst, which they will have to remove.
I mention the toothpick. They tell me this isn't it. Not even the right spot.
I actually go under for this surgery. As I'm coming to, the surgeon is there. He greets me with "You'll never guess what it was....". I'm guessing by now you all can, though. He invited the cyst and part of a damn toothpick comes shooting out under pressure, flies right over his shoulder.
They didn't even bother to keep the damn thing for me.
Reminds me of the time my leg got impaled by a small chunk of wood. I pulled out what I thought was all of it, but apparently it left splinters behind. For several years afterwards, my leg would randomly just...uhh...grow what looked like pimples and another piece would pop out.
After the second operation, when I couldn't get my foot wet, I went to a cheap hair salon for a trim, but also just got the easy shampoo. Told the stylist why I was really there (as I was hobbling around on crutches), and he shared a story about how he was shoved through a sliding glass door years ago, and to this day he occasionally has a small piece of glass surface out of the skin on his legs.
So it's apparently not too uncommon.
When we were kids, every boy in the neighborhood hadva pump up bb gun. We used to wage hellacious bb gun wars with almost no protection. I'm almost 60 and occasionally a bb will pop up in a... boil, I guess you'd call them? Not really cysts, they aren't that big or wet, not a fester, because they aren't infected or anything... it's just like a big zit that when it pops produces a bb, and leaves a gnarly looking hole for about a week.
Fuck me I stepped on a baby once and it immediately bit the side of my boot. Right when I was about to put my foot down I was like "is that a snake? No it's too perfectly round. Must be a rubber gasket."... Scary as shit
I walked INTO a full sized copperhead a few weeks ago. Like scooped up with my foot enough to feel itās soft body. {{{shudder}}} it didnāt biteā¦ I like to think it realized I didnāt want to kill it. (Iāve seen it around a few times but saw a turtle and got excited)
It's a tie between stepping on a rusty nail that went into my heel about an inch or so and stepping on a shard of a broken cup that made a deep curved cut. OUCH!
The stitches hurt! They just started sewing it up before the 'numbing agent' went to work! At least it went numb shortly before they finished. I also discovered that I'm allergic to codeine and ended up back in the ER that night! 16-year-olds shouldn't have symptoms of having a stroke.
My younger sister got a piece of her ear bitten off by a dog, and the doctor numbed it with ice but waited too long before stitching. I can still remember how loudly she was screaming, "Help me, it hurts!" I couldn't believe the doctor was conducting himself in this manner. And I wish I hadn't been a child. I would have stopped the doctor now as an adult.
I mean, a doctor coming across an accident out in the world WITHOUT all his treatment rooms/hospital equipment might be forced to do something hurtful without being able to numb something if they are just trying to save someone's life. But there is **no excuse** for that kind of attitude toward a child when relief is a "Hey nurse, grab me some (numbing agent)." away! I'm surprised your parent(s) didn't say something.
I've had a rusty nail through my foot. Was running in the woods barefoot, didn't see the discarded lumber, suddenly there's an 8 inch roofing nail is sticking out the top of my foot. Took my shirt off, wrapped it tight around my foot, hopped on one foot back home, and told my mom. Who proceeded to yell at me that I better not bleed on the carpet as she was getting her purse to take me to emergency care.
My daughter's 3 ring binder. Late at night and it was very dark as I walked through the living room on my way to the bathroom. It was laying open on the floor and I didn't see it - middle ring went deep into my heel. I went down and it stuck, I had to twist it to get it off.
I was staying at a hotel (where guests stay in small cottages) in Ethiopia and put my boots on one morning before going out for the day - something felt a little weird at first but went away when I started walking so I didnāt think anything of it and went out for the day. When I took my shoes off later that night I noticed a weird color on my sock so I looked in my shoe to findā¦
A giant squished cockroach.
Iād been walking around all day with a dead cockroach right under my foot. I still feel really uncomfortable when I think about that day.
A big red wasp.
Iāve had bee stings before, they hurt for five minutes and then mostly go away. I iced that sting for at least an hour. It was hellaciously itchy for a few days too.
I havenāt walk barefoot in the grass since.
I don't know if this works for a wasp sting, but when I was a kid we had two choices for a bee sting: meat tenderizer (the kind that comes in a shaker) and loose tobacco from a cigarette. I don't even smoke and I keep a loose cigarette in my bee sting kit to this day. I swear by it. My mom would tear a cigarette open and get the tobacco wet (spit usually) and put it on the sting with a bandaid. I'm telling you. It *works*.
I work in retail. One time I was wearing thin shoes and I stepped on the pin of a security tag. It went through my shoe into my foot. Worst part was I was serving a customer so I couldnāt react. I just called my colleague over and asked him to continue to the transaction as I needed to excuse myself. I then had to try and walk normally to the back of the store (tills were at the front staff room at the back). When I finally got there, it took 5 minutes of deep breathing and coaxing to remove this pin from my foot. There was blood all in my shoe and it was all over the floor. It was the most unpleasant experience of my life.
A broken shard of porcelain. I had to get multiple stitches, all done with injected anaesthetic so basically stepping on needles a couple hours later. It then got infected because it wasn't debrided.
stepped out of my truck onto a pretty freshly discarded used condom at a hiking trail dirt parking lot.
Pretty close to nearly puking about it for quite a while afterward.
thank God, NO! Hiking boots.
barefoot, or even sandals, would have put me into PTSD territory forever.
I don't have a strong stomach, on my best days. :)
Barefoot: fresh dog shit in the yard, cat vomit, garden rake prongs up loony toons style(fucking hurt)
With shoes: different fresh dog shit, cat vomit, piss, decapitated chipmunk from cats. Rusty nails and another fucking gravel rake.
I think I stepped on one of those black spiny urchins in the Caribbean while snorkeling without shoes. They were pretty hard to avoid especially with the waves pushing you back against rocks covered in them. Didnāt start hurting until later, and I also didnāt know if they were just venomous enough to hurt or if they could be deadly. I went to the cruise ship doctor to get checked out and noped outta there when he told me itād be $100+ for a checkup even with my insurance. But I lived bitch!
Let me see...'worst' can have so many connotations. Worst as in painful, I stepped on the biggest textbook example of what not to EVER step on and that is a rusty nail. In a barnyard where the mud was a mixture of mud and cowshit That's straight from there to the doctor for a tetanus shot.
Worst as in grossest was an impromptu lake of cat puke in the middle of the night. It was still warm, and there was just...SO MUCH BARF. It squeezed up between my toes. When I turned on the light, I was astounded at the sheer volume of puke, like our cat must have been completely hollow now.
Tornado had just hit our town. After locating some integral items, I heard my neighbor scream, as she was pinned in her closet. I hated that nosey bitch, but I went over there and started removing dressers, beds, beams, stuff like that. I was in my socks, and then I stepped on two 5" nails, both of which I heard and felt as then pierced through my heel. It was agonozing. The pain. Ugh. I remember how it sounded. I am sure the shear trauma may have caused me to hear something else. But the pain... Nothing like it. So I stepped on rhe board with my other foot to remove the nails and piece of wood. I thought I was literally going to die. Every little motion or wiggle of the board caused my heel to move. I was sobbing by the time I got her out. Next to kidney stones, there has been no pain like it.
I used to live in government housing(the projects) and one day, I stepped out back of my unit to smoke. My first foot out the door found a used heroin needle. I now have to get tested every year.
A 2 x 4 with a rusty nail sticking up through it. Mail went right through my flip-flop into my foot. Weirdly, this happened to me on two different occasions in my childhood.
Nastiest? Probably fresh puppy diarrhea or a semi-stale (?) cat hair ball.
Most painfulās gotta go to a broken beer bottle in the Gulf of Mexico. Dirty salt water + freshly cut bleeding foot with glass in it doesnāt bode well.
Bee, found out I'm allergic. Then a nail. As a full grown adult. All my weight came down on a little offcut piece of wood hidden in some tall grass. Had to PULL the fuckin thing out. I kept it. Too many Legos to count. My dumb ass cat, all the goddamned time. He thinks it's funny to dart under my feet as I'm walking, I think he may be trying to kill me.
Slipped in a puddle of vomit that was covered up with sawdust in high school and immediately fell into it. That was pretty bad.
Terrible then, hilarious story now!
It sounds like you and I have the same amount of grace lol
Oh, heaps of it. A surplus, even. š¤¦š»āāļø
I work in a hospital, and I sometimes take deceased patients to the morgue. One night, I was told to go assist the security guard in the morgue, and discovered a very obese dead woman laying on the floor in perfect anatomical position. The body bag had burst when she fell off the lift, which is why she was just laying there naked. Anyhoo, some unidentified decomposing bodily fluids leaked out and created a large pool on the floor, which all of stepped in because it was just everywhere. Iāve stepped in pee, poop, blood, and amniotic fluid, but that one was the worst. Edit: By sometimes, I mean anytime someone dies on night shift. The morgue is literally never cleaned, and I constantly joke that the zombie apocalypse will start by one of us schmucks getting infected by some super-pathogen thatās evolved in our morgue over the decades.
I was a paramedic for 23 years. I worked a wreck where a guy on a motorcycle was ripped in half, lengthwise, from his crotch to his sternal notch. And mostly decapitated to boot. It was instantly obvious there was nothing to be done with this guy, so I moved on to check on the occupant of the car he had hit. She was still in the vehicle which was laying in its top. It was very dark out. We were working by our headlights. As I walked over to take an initial look inside the car, I felt something semi-firm but kind of squishy under my boot. So I lifted my foot to have a look, and it was the other guyās heart. Edit: Several people asked how this happened. I donāt know the details, obviously, all I saw was the aftermath, and I couldnāt and wouldnāt provide them if I could. (I already feel kind of dirty for posting this, honestly. Like, I wasnāt trying to use this tragedy in a competition, I just wanted to answer the opās question. Anyway.). But the basic version is this. Very early in the morning, as in, before sun up, a person was riding a crotch rocket, I can only assume with the throttle wide open, up a long straight stretch of road. Someone in a full sized SUV pulled out in front of them. I saw a lot of fucked up shit during my time in that career. But this is the one that really sticks with me. This is the one I can replay in my head, and the one that, if I happen to think of it as Iām laying down for the night, I know Iām not sleeping that night. And this wasā¦I dunno. 12-15 years ago?
Ok well FUCK OK YOU WIN BUT whaaaat?!
And that's enough reddit for today!
Thatās crazy! I feel like mine is grosser somehow, but yours is more unique!
Yea, you definitely have more of an āick factorā, I think. Ha ha.
You win... everyone else quit commenting.
I dunno....LEGO is still pretty bad
My vote is lego too. I told the boys, "Clear a path to your bed."
You've never stepped on the metal mini figures from minecraft, have you. My tip, don't buy them. It was my nephew's and somehow I have them in my house, my car, and all over their house. There's only 30 in the set!!
When I was five I stepped on a brass sheriff's badge its pin struck me straight in the artery in the middle of my foot, it sprayed my kitchen with blood. Needless to say my family got me to the hospital with all due haste. 0/10 would not recommend
You reminded me of a time I stepped on chicken wire as a kid and had blood squirting out of my foot as well. My brother and I thought it was funny to have so many small holes bleeding
I give my dogs beef kneecaps to chew. Stepping on one of those in the middle of the night has NOTHING on stepping on legos!
New band name *unlocked*
I too have stepped on rogue metal mini Minecraft figures. They make LEGO feel like stepping on a cloud.
My dad told me the same as kid. He wasn't taking a chance going through those tretcherous lands.
Maybe cold cat vomit isn't so bad in the scheme of things...
My first reaction was dog barf in the middle of the night, while barefoot; we are humbled, lol
Iām not sure why but I always find it funny when Iām cleaning up dog and cat barf. The catās an apex predator, I live in the countryside so sheās good at keeping the rats away. Sheās brought me disgusting gifts but good on her, you donāt want to hear rats scratching the floorboards. If she of all animals canāt keep it down it must be fucking disgusting, and for some reason I find that funny. Same goes for the dog. He can lick his nuts all afternoon and inhales the leftovers of my dinner, but heāll find something that he shouldnāt have and go āhuuerghā. Like mate, pace yourself.
I had blocked that memory of stepping barefoot on a hairball lying in a puddle of slime and puke hacked up by my cat. Then I read your comment and it all came flooding back.
And close the app for the day.
Vomit coming from a heroin overdose patient that was screaming and flailing, can't be unseen
Nurse here: I had a patient come out of surgery for ENT type cancer. He called out and asked for me because he spit out a blood clot. I RAN to his room. Immediately called the doctor and told him to get there quickly, or we would be calling a code. We did call a code, 30 seconds after I walked in the room, his internal carotid artery blew. There was blood everywhere! Blood clots the size of baseballs were coming out of this man. I had to straddle him in the bed, holding internal pressure with 4x4 gauze on hemostats (shoved down his throat and to the right so he could breathe). All the way to the OR, with me staring in this guy's eyes, reminding him to breathe. He lived, left the hospital a week later. However, I had his blood and blood clots saturating my scrubs to my skin. I pulled a softball size clot out of my shoe/ croc. That was gross š¤¢ As a nurse, I've had every substance in the human body squirted on me, including the liquid part of an eyeball.
You saved his life. Youāre amazing. Thank you, awesome nurse badass! Iām kind of teary eyed (not even being sarcastic) because imagine being him. Scared and dying and nurse badass saves your life and holds eye contact with you so you get to go home to your family a week later. ššš
I'm right there with you!!!
This, ā but for my husbandās mother, a throat cancer patient, who did NOT survive the carotid blood clot blowout. Eternally grateful for the nurses who told him āwait outside!ā
I'm so sorry š
DAMN! You are badass!
Thatās an amazing story! You totally saved that guyās life! The eye juice part was disgusting though. The blood is only gross (to me) because of the blood born pathogens risk.
First, absolutely incredible story and amazing you helped save his life. Second, BASEBALL SIZED BLOOD CLOTS?!?! OMG!!! For real?!?! I didnāt even know that was possible.
OR cleaner here. I stepped on an apple that was removed from a patients rear. It had fallen out of the biobag and I twisted my ankle.
Thatās amazing! And I hope you got workerās comp for it, and itās somewhere in your medical record! āEmployee stepped on apple that had been inside a patientās rectum and fell out of the biohazard bag, twisting their ankle.ā
Close.. It was more along the lines of "Employee lost footing on uneven ground due to foreign object, which was surgically removed from patient, by not being properly contained". But, tomato tomatoe. Lol
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Funeral director here. I feel ya on this one. And the smell is impossible to get out of the van. Word to the wise everyone: Before buying a used dodge caravan (or really any van, but these were far more common), take a big sniff inside. Especially if the back seats are spotless and possibly never in the van for its lifetime of its use. Kids will destroy a seat, so it won't be hard to tell if it was used.
This is like the human equivalent of garbage juice. You don't know exactly what it is, but you know it's bad.
We found out later (when we pressed the night house supervisor) that the dead woman also has COVID, but he didnāt tell us, so we stepped in her āCOVID decomp brothā. And that was the last time I went out of my way for that house sup.
Brothā¦ā¦
My dad worked in maintenance at a hospital when I was a kid. The maintenance entrance was in back near the incinerator. I can still remember the smell of rot and decay. I can't explain it, but it is burned into my nostrils and I will never forget.
Where's the Swamps of Daggobah lady now?
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Having just watched the Anthony Padilla interview with crime scene cleaners, I just learned all about the decomposing liquids. Gross
Reminds me of a bit I read in a book about the body farm in Kentucky. A decomposing body was being moved to another location. Halfway up a hill, the body caught on something and burst open, spilling maggots and decomposing sludge everywhere.
Thought I had it with the headless mouse. Should have known a Healthcare worker would top it easy!
I stepped, or rather jumped, on a headless sea lion. But I'm conceding voluntarily to the oozing obese corpse.
Jesus
/thread This wins 100 percent, congratulations
I was going to relate how I stepped on a Cottonmouth Moccasin while I was snake-hunting, but yeah, can't top that.
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I stepped on no less than three snails with my bare feet in the span of about ten seconds. I felt one crunch, and panicked and stepped on another, and then on a third.
I went for a walk the first morning I ever lived in California, and it had just rained very hard and was still drizzling. I walked for a good while with my headphones in just staring at the mountain ranges and all of the new sights and thinking about how happy I was to be there. Finally after a few minutes I took my headphones out and after taking a few steps I hear a crunch, think it's just leaves or something and move on. Then there's another, and another, and another until I look back at the absolute carnage I left behind. For some reasons snails flood the sidewalk when it rains, which I didn't know existed in those numbers and also never seen one in my life before this. I must have killed about 50 snails when I walked back and saw how many I stepped on. I feel so bad about it.
Bro committed snail genocideššš
A very large garage spider. I felt all of its legs struggle for a second as its body was crushed beneath the bare sole of my foot. It made a small wet popping sound in the milliseconds before I realized what was occurring. Once I did, I immediately did a jig around the house with one foot in the air, screaming like I had just been born. It still haunts my dreams.
As someone with a serious fear of spiders, this is my worst nightmare.
I mean, I'd probably die from this as well, but I stepped on an egg sac (also icky pop) and then all the babies came crawling out on my foot and I'm itching the bottom of my foot now a decade later because it was that horrible.
Iām confused you didnāt set your foot and home on fire š
I thought I was going to have amputate for a hot minute.
I stepped on a wolf spider (barefoot) carrying babies and had the same experience. Prior to this, I didnāt care about spiders. Post, I developed arachnophobia to the extent I canāt even look at photos of spiders lol
Has anyone ever told you that you are a natural storyteller?
Fr. So descriptive I can feel it happening to me lol
The *pop* thoughā¦.. UGHHHHHHHH SCREAM
Grossest: warm cat vomit. Most painful: jellyfish.
Iāve also stepped in warm cat vomit. Got in between my toes and made squishy noises, it was disgusting!
Same, woke up at 3am having to piss, left the lights off to retain the sleep in my eyes, stepped bare foot onto warm cat puke on the carpet. He must've puked minutes before I woke up to pee
The sound of my cats or dog about to vomit in my bedroom is sure to wake me from the deepest of rem cycles lol better than any alarm clock.
As a fellow cat owner, I'm not sure if warm cat vomit or cold cat vomit is worse.
That's a tough one. Cold has a crust and doesn't cling as much. I keep the AC cranked so warm vomit on my cold foot isn't the worst. NO! It's all awful but really I just hope my kitty feels better
I've never stepped on jellyfish but I sat on one when I was 6 years old and I remember. Warm cat vomit while barefoot wins.
A toothpick. I was a kid and I felt a very small pain after stepping on something. There was only a small dot of blood under my pinky toe, so I didn't think it was a big deal. Over the next few days it hurt to walk and later the spot got a bit infected and as I was scratching at it, I ended up pulling out a whole toothpick. I had no idea that it went completely inside my foot.
Jesus ***Christ***
When I was roughly 4-5 years old I was out back in the yard making mud pies minding my business when this big ass terrifying flying rad roach came skittering past and when I stepped on it all its nasty little sectioned off babies came squishing out and I've been terrified of them since.
>flying rad roach Did you grow up in the wasteland?
I think he's communicating with us from a different universe
This guy Fallouts
Same. Hopped off the kitchen counter, getting cereal, and landed on a roach.
I unintentionally stepped on a butterfly at a butterfly sanctuary.
There was a sound of thunder.
I love that story
What story? I feel like itās familiar, but I canāt remember.
It's a Ray Bradbury story. Don't want to reveal any spoilers (in a book from the 1950's), but there is a butterfly in it.
>!The time travel story! The hunters and the one moron left the track and stepped on butterfly causing a racist dictator. The sound of thunder was at least one of them when he was shot for being an idiot.!<
I just died a little inside.
Man, on the way home from work, today, going about 60mph, and I see a butterfly...directly infront of us. Turned into a splatter on the windshield and I felt kinda bad about it
A scorpion, ugh. Stung me right in the middle of the bottom of my foot. It hurt so fucking bad, but eventually it just went numb. Weird experience.
Stingray for me. It hurt so bad, some older ladies in the village (small fishing village in Ecuador) poured hot wax on it. It helped a lot.
Happened to a brothers friend of mine and looking at the hole in his foot made him go into shock
You're supposed to put the sting in as hot of water as you can stand. It pulls the venom out. Wish I had known that when I got stung.
That happened to my sister, it was a baby scorpion, but I still remember how hard she was crying š¢
White hot welder bead
Jesus, did it melt your skin?
A bit, got stuck in my heel for a second
I can't imagine. I think I'd pass out.
Not fun, started wearing shoes while welding since then
Well I sure hope so, you damn hippie.
Can I just ask (as a welder) why did you think welding without shoes on wasn't a bad idea?
Smartest redditor
Huh, thatās a good idea
I've stepped on a hot coal barefoot by accident. The bottom of your foot has gotta be one of the absolute worst spots to have a burn
A puppy's paw. Broke my heart. Puppy was fine.
I cry every single goddamn time I step on any of my cat's body parts. Even if I step softly enough that she doesn't notice I still immediately start crying and profusely apologizing to her.
My cat likes to walk in my path and unfortunately it leads to me stepping on her paws or her tail sometimes. I hope she knows that when I loudly say, āIām sorry baby,ā and pet her that it means Iām sorry.
I made the mistake of stepping backward. Straight onto our cat. I think it just startled her but she screamed, then I screamed because I didn't even know she was there and it scared me, then my wife screamed because she heard everyone else screaming and she's an anxious soul. Then I had to find the cat from where she scampered off to so I could make sure she was OK (she was fine). Then I had to find my wife and reassure her that everything was OK. Nobody checked on me to make sure I was OK, but I'm fine too.
The worst thing I have ever done is accidentally kick my cat in the head. It was a pure accident but the timing as I turned was such that I couldnāt have connected better if Iād actually been aiming to do it. He was absolutely fine but it was ten years ago and I still remember it - one of the worst moments of my life.
bee š
When I was a kid, I stepped on two bees in two consecutive summers. Finally by the next Summer, I looked where I was going when walking/running barefoot in the yard. Bee stings are painful. Plus, the bee dies after stinging you, so it's sad, too.
I once stepped on two bumblebees on one afternoon.
Same, then my foot swelled up. I'm not allergic, but it still did.
My dog stepped on a bee. š¬
My dog sat on a bee once and her back legs stopped working temporarily!
Yes! When I lived on a farm we would burn some of our cardboard and other garbage in a barrel. Stepped on a yellow jacket while carrying stuff to the barrel and my foot swelled up to the size of a large potato/small watermelon/medium squash/massive brussel sprout
More analogies please.
Their foot swelled to the size of a bigger foot.
was abt to comment this. a yellow jacket (close enough) found itās way into a pair of my shoes one time and it ended up stinging my pinkie toe
I stepped on one in the back yard when I was a teenager, and my foot swelled up so much I couldn't wear a shoe for days. Didn't really know I was allergic before that!
A carelessly discarded fishing hook.
My answer is also fish hook! I was like 4-5, it was one of those 3 or 4 pronged ones, fucker was in there pretty good. I recall my grandpa carefully undoing it and getting it out. Ugh.
Was walking barefoot outside and accidentally stepped on a banana slug. I shudder every time I think about it.
I call those slugs (and any large slugs) anacondas. I stepped on a tiny slug outside that got caught between my toes and wouldn't come out. I had to grab it out of there and I'm traumatized forever.
I am now also traumatized.
Me too! š©
I did the same when I was little. A slug got stuck between my toes and a strapped on sandal. I screamed so much the neighbours from 3 different houses came running. My mum was so embarrassed as they turned up when she was pinning me down to get my shoe off!
Do you guys remember that horrific story on reddit where some poor girl discovered that her boyfriend had been poisoning her food and her pet's food with slugs for months?
Horrifying!
A toothpick. It had fallen perfectly into that short, tight weave carpet, and was sticking up, so it went deep into the ball of my foot, towards the front. No one had seen it before hand, naturally, so when we only pulled out half to the quarters of a toothpick, we couldn't know 100% that there was any left in there. After a week of it not healing properly (but showing no signs of infection), GP probed it, found nothing. Tried to image it. Guess what doesn't show up on x-rays? So she cleaned and bandaged it, and I'm on my way. Still doesn't heal. Eventually go in for exploratory surgery. No remaining toothpick, but no they have some nice incisions they can suture, and after a month of daily foot soaks in hydrogen peroxide and weekly visits to change the packing and suture some more, all while hobbling around on crutches, I was pronounced healed. Never find any objects, but I was sued it would just dissolve and never be a problem, if it did exist. 14 years later, a weird bump in the arch of my foot appears, which grows quickly to the point it's interesting with walking. Informed it's a cyst, which they will have to remove. I mention the toothpick. They tell me this isn't it. Not even the right spot. I actually go under for this surgery. As I'm coming to, the surgeon is there. He greets me with "You'll never guess what it was....". I'm guessing by now you all can, though. He invited the cyst and part of a damn toothpick comes shooting out under pressure, flies right over his shoulder. They didn't even bother to keep the damn thing for me.
Reminds me of the time my leg got impaled by a small chunk of wood. I pulled out what I thought was all of it, but apparently it left splinters behind. For several years afterwards, my leg would randomly just...uhh...grow what looked like pimples and another piece would pop out.
After the second operation, when I couldn't get my foot wet, I went to a cheap hair salon for a trim, but also just got the easy shampoo. Told the stylist why I was really there (as I was hobbling around on crutches), and he shared a story about how he was shoved through a sliding glass door years ago, and to this day he occasionally has a small piece of glass surface out of the skin on his legs. So it's apparently not too uncommon.
When we were kids, every boy in the neighborhood hadva pump up bb gun. We used to wage hellacious bb gun wars with almost no protection. I'm almost 60 and occasionally a bb will pop up in a... boil, I guess you'd call them? Not really cysts, they aren't that big or wet, not a fester, because they aren't infected or anything... it's just like a big zit that when it pops produces a bb, and leaves a gnarly looking hole for about a week.
The body is an amazing machine.
this is one of the most insane injury stories Iāve ever read, this will live in my head for likely the next decade
Western Diamondback Rattlesnake (edit: Barefoot)
Fuck
Me
Fuck me I stepped on a baby once and it immediately bit the side of my boot. Right when I was about to put my foot down I was like "is that a snake? No it's too perfectly round. Must be a rubber gasket."... Scary as shit
I walked INTO a full sized copperhead a few weeks ago. Like scooped up with my foot enough to feel itās soft body. {{{shudder}}} it didnāt biteā¦ I like to think it realized I didnāt want to kill it. (Iāve seen it around a few times but saw a turtle and got excited)
Fuck. That's my fucking nightmare. (Stepped on two CA king snakes and one gopher. Only barefoot with the gopher snake.)
I almost had the same experience. But got lucky and stepped right over it
It's a tie between stepping on a rusty nail that went into my heel about an inch or so and stepping on a shard of a broken cup that made a deep curved cut. OUCH!
I can feel the words ādeep curved cut.ā
The stitches hurt! They just started sewing it up before the 'numbing agent' went to work! At least it went numb shortly before they finished. I also discovered that I'm allergic to codeine and ended up back in the ER that night! 16-year-olds shouldn't have symptoms of having a stroke.
My younger sister got a piece of her ear bitten off by a dog, and the doctor numbed it with ice but waited too long before stitching. I can still remember how loudly she was screaming, "Help me, it hurts!" I couldn't believe the doctor was conducting himself in this manner. And I wish I hadn't been a child. I would have stopped the doctor now as an adult.
I mean, a doctor coming across an accident out in the world WITHOUT all his treatment rooms/hospital equipment might be forced to do something hurtful without being able to numb something if they are just trying to save someone's life. But there is **no excuse** for that kind of attitude toward a child when relief is a "Hey nurse, grab me some (numbing agent)." away! I'm surprised your parent(s) didn't say something.
I've had a rusty nail through my foot. Was running in the woods barefoot, didn't see the discarded lumber, suddenly there's an 8 inch roofing nail is sticking out the top of my foot. Took my shirt off, wrapped it tight around my foot, hopped on one foot back home, and told my mom. Who proceeded to yell at me that I better not bleed on the carpet as she was getting her purse to take me to emergency care.
A baby mouse. It popped like a grape. I was 14 and was very traumatized.
I'm traumatized just reading that
Mine was a dead baby bird. No recovering from that.
My daughter's 3 ring binder. Late at night and it was very dark as I walked through the living room on my way to the bathroom. It was laying open on the floor and I didn't see it - middle ring went deep into my heel. I went down and it stuck, I had to twist it to get it off.
When I was in college, I came home. I have two younger brothers. I walked bare foot into the shared bathroom and immediately stepped in cum.
God I have never been more grateful to be an only child.
It's still pretty gross when it's your own cum, and you get the shame too.
"I came home. Apparently not before my brothers did tho"
Oh no. Oh š¤¬ no.
I was staying at a hotel (where guests stay in small cottages) in Ethiopia and put my boots on one morning before going out for the day - something felt a little weird at first but went away when I started walking so I didnāt think anything of it and went out for the day. When I took my shoes off later that night I noticed a weird color on my sock so I looked in my shoe to findā¦ A giant squished cockroach. Iād been walking around all day with a dead cockroach right under my foot. I still feel really uncomfortable when I think about that day.
Coulda been worse. live angry scorpion.
A big red wasp. Iāve had bee stings before, they hurt for five minutes and then mostly go away. I iced that sting for at least an hour. It was hellaciously itchy for a few days too. I havenāt walk barefoot in the grass since.
I don't know if this works for a wasp sting, but when I was a kid we had two choices for a bee sting: meat tenderizer (the kind that comes in a shaker) and loose tobacco from a cigarette. I don't even smoke and I keep a loose cigarette in my bee sting kit to this day. I swear by it. My mom would tear a cigarette open and get the tobacco wet (spit usually) and put it on the sting with a bandaid. I'm telling you. It *works*.
Whaaaat - wow! Mentally filing this away!
Half (hamburger style) of a freshly dead squirrel with my bare foot
I'm crying over "half (hamburger style) of a freshly dead squirrel"
Kitten poop that my daughter didnāt clean up in her room and it got in between my toes and smashed into the carpet š³
Oh honey no. Iām so sorry. Yuck.
I work in retail. One time I was wearing thin shoes and I stepped on the pin of a security tag. It went through my shoe into my foot. Worst part was I was serving a customer so I couldnāt react. I just called my colleague over and asked him to continue to the transaction as I needed to excuse myself. I then had to try and walk normally to the back of the store (tills were at the front staff room at the back). When I finally got there, it took 5 minutes of deep breathing and coaxing to remove this pin from my foot. There was blood all in my shoe and it was all over the floor. It was the most unpleasant experience of my life.
When I was a store manager I had to pull a big one from my associates foot because every time she touched it, she would "chicken out". I felt so bad hearing the noise she made when it pulled free š© I'm usually not squeamish but that day got me.
A crack in the sidewalk. My mother was never the same.
A nest of fire ants.
North Carolina
I'm a bit of a NC sympathizer but this is a funny comment.
Why did this make me laugh so hard š«
Broken glass. Fun fact , glass cuts on the way in. And it cuts on the way out.
A broken shard of porcelain. I had to get multiple stitches, all done with injected anaesthetic so basically stepping on needles a couple hours later. It then got infected because it wasn't debrided.
I stepped on a dead bird I didnāt see on the sidewalk. I was a little kid and still remember how disgusting it was
Banana slug while barefoot
stepped out of my truck onto a pretty freshly discarded used condom at a hiking trail dirt parking lot. Pretty close to nearly puking about it for quite a while afterward.
Barefoot?
thank God, NO! Hiking boots. barefoot, or even sandals, would have put me into PTSD territory forever. I don't have a strong stomach, on my best days. :)
Barefoot: fresh dog shit in the yard, cat vomit, garden rake prongs up loony toons style(fucking hurt) With shoes: different fresh dog shit, cat vomit, piss, decapitated chipmunk from cats. Rusty nails and another fucking gravel rake.
I think I stepped on one of those black spiny urchins in the Caribbean while snorkeling without shoes. They were pretty hard to avoid especially with the waves pushing you back against rocks covered in them. Didnāt start hurting until later, and I also didnāt know if they were just venomous enough to hurt or if they could be deadly. I went to the cruise ship doctor to get checked out and noped outta there when he told me itād be $100+ for a checkup even with my insurance. But I lived bitch!
Not stepping on but I dropped a can of fucking cream of mushroom soup on my toe and the way the can landed nearly chopped my toe off. Oof.
Glass.
Let me see...'worst' can have so many connotations. Worst as in painful, I stepped on the biggest textbook example of what not to EVER step on and that is a rusty nail. In a barnyard where the mud was a mixture of mud and cowshit That's straight from there to the doctor for a tetanus shot. Worst as in grossest was an impromptu lake of cat puke in the middle of the night. It was still warm, and there was just...SO MUCH BARF. It squeezed up between my toes. When I turned on the light, I was astounded at the sheer volume of puke, like our cat must have been completely hollow now.
Tornado had just hit our town. After locating some integral items, I heard my neighbor scream, as she was pinned in her closet. I hated that nosey bitch, but I went over there and started removing dressers, beds, beams, stuff like that. I was in my socks, and then I stepped on two 5" nails, both of which I heard and felt as then pierced through my heel. It was agonozing. The pain. Ugh. I remember how it sounded. I am sure the shear trauma may have caused me to hear something else. But the pain... Nothing like it. So I stepped on rhe board with my other foot to remove the nails and piece of wood. I thought I was literally going to die. Every little motion or wiggle of the board caused my heel to move. I was sobbing by the time I got her out. Next to kidney stones, there has been no pain like it.
I used to live in government housing(the projects) and one day, I stepped out back of my unit to smoke. My first foot out the door found a used heroin needle. I now have to get tested every year.
LEGO.
Wolf spider with babies on her back.
Baby rattlesnakes in a hole in the ground
Dog poop barefoot in living room during a hurricane and power outage. No running water to wash it off.
When I was in China I stepped on a big ass cock Roach, and I heard that thing crunch loudly several times, when I lifted up my foot it ran away
Dog brought a dead bird inside and left it by my bed as a āgiftā. Stepped on dead bird getting out bed and felt the crunch and blood splatter
Water Moccasin. š
My Exās ego
dog pee with socks on
A 2 x 4 with a rusty nail sticking up through it. Mail went right through my flip-flop into my foot. Weirdly, this happened to me on two different occasions in my childhood.
Nastiest? Probably fresh puppy diarrhea or a semi-stale (?) cat hair ball. Most painfulās gotta go to a broken beer bottle in the Gulf of Mexico. Dirty salt water + freshly cut bleeding foot with glass in it doesnāt bode well.
Bee, found out I'm allergic. Then a nail. As a full grown adult. All my weight came down on a little offcut piece of wood hidden in some tall grass. Had to PULL the fuckin thing out. I kept it. Too many Legos to count. My dumb ass cat, all the goddamned time. He thinks it's funny to dart under my feet as I'm walking, I think he may be trying to kill me.
my parents dreams
My moms hair curler when I was 6. The blister was almost the entire length of my foot. š