Wednesday 11 June 2008

six centimetres is about three inches

I still can't make this stuff up....

but Holy Jumpin' Jesus.



*UPDATE* A lot of people have expressed skepticism over this - however, they had the guy (and the nail, eww, and his x-ray, double ewww) on CNN last night. I'm thinking this one was legit. Although didn't I have a post on Sunday that says that I trust things too much??

Hmmmmm.

11 comments:

Sarah said...

Gack!

And the WV? huwhmkqa (I think) - I'm pretty sure that was the name of the summer camp I went to.

Anonymous said...

You know what? I have a hard time believing that anyone who's had a three-inch nail in his head goes home without neurosurgery or at the very least 24-hour observation period in the hospital. No ER doc would pry a nail out without first doing a scan to make sure that getting it out wouldn't cause further damage of some sort. I dunno...maybe I'm just a skeptic. :-)

Anonymous said...

Ewwwwww.

meggie said...

Sounded a bit urban legendary?
I got a big kick out of the Beluga baby birth story though!

Woman in a Window said...

HOLY CRAP!

Anonymous said...

I've probably been on 450 ambulance calls in the past 18 years and have never had to assess and treat someone with a nail in his head. Had one or two with a nail in their hands, but never in the head. Apparently the nail missed the nerves... This kind of call gets the ER staff worked up with anticipation, nothing at all like getting a an infant not breathing - now, that's scary and really causes the adrenaline to kick in!

Suzanne said...

Yikes! At least that was a happy ending.

Back when I was in high school, a girl cleaning off tables at the Burger King in the nearby mall was shot in the head with a nail from a nail gun fired into the wall shared by the local home furnishings store. She didn't make it.

Run ANC said...

How do you NOT know a nail is in your head? Really!

Although, there is so little in my head, I am always aware of new things..

Anonymous said...

nomotherearth is fuuuunny.

what a weird story. When I was 8 I sat on a hornet. The poor thing stung me repeatedly in the fleshy back part of the thigh (that later would become the endearing saddle bag portion of the thigh). I didn't notice I was being stung. It just felt itchy to me, and when I finally stood up to see what was so itchy I saw the poor hornet semi-flattened in my two-tone purple and lavender shag carpet.

Still... a bug sting isn't the same as a nail in the head.

Vanessa said...

I guess the spirit of Phinnius Gauge lives on today. He was the one that had this happen but he was working on a railroad and it was a railroad tie that went through his head. OUCH!

Sarah Louise said...

Well, I saw it on the Today show. Apparently they still have a few more boards to attach to the lattice. Now that's friendship.

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