WalkingBird
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I rolled an ATV on top of myself while running traps early in the morning before school. Luckily my dad was with me, but with our property being recently logged, our normal trails were out of action as the skidders had rutted the heck out of them. One of these trails had a near vertical hill you had to climb to finish the loop. I decided that I was going to ride up the hill parallel to the hill trail, and when I reach the bottom, I goosed the throttle to get the nose up (It was a Polaris Sportsman 500). I guess I gave it too much of a goose and I inadvertently began a wheelie while going up a 75* hill. I wasn't aware of my precarious position in the near black morning (it was about 5am in October I think) and I drove into a small sapling, causing the wheeler to go over the top into a backflip, with me landing 1st under the wheeler. When we hit, I was folded in half with my head (in a fully enclosed helmet) being pinned between the ground and the left handlebar, which in turn bent the handlebar downward. The only good news is on the next roll I was thrown off the seat and landed about 3/4 of the way down the hill as the polaris continued and was wrapped around a small hemlock tree at the bottom. I couldn't walk very well but dad rolled the wheeler back right side up and I was able to ride/limp it the 2 miles back to the house. At the ER I was given some muscle relaxers and told all I did was pull some muscles in my back and told I couldn't do anything strenuous for a few weeks (I was a wrestler).
So here's where the real dumb stuff comes in. I cannot stand watching people work while I'm not. I have to jump in or it just eats at me. So that being said, my family was a little behind on getting the rest of the firewood into the house before the real snows hit, so only 2 weeks after I wrecked the wheeler (it was considered totaled by the insurance company) I started to throw firewood while I was the only 1 home. It hurt like hell, but I was young, stupid and bored. So that really set me back on the healing process, between that and doing some light sparring on the side in wrestling practice, I royally F'd up my lower back to the point where it continuously is sore and I can feel my spine pop in and out of place when I work (I was also a mason for a couple years after college). Every year I have at least 1 week where I can barely walk/move without it feeling like someone is twisting a dull knife right above my belt line, but my wife has me use a 10s machine to keep the pain in check.
So yea, that's my biggest "dumb injury" story
So here's where the real dumb stuff comes in. I cannot stand watching people work while I'm not. I have to jump in or it just eats at me. So that being said, my family was a little behind on getting the rest of the firewood into the house before the real snows hit, so only 2 weeks after I wrecked the wheeler (it was considered totaled by the insurance company) I started to throw firewood while I was the only 1 home. It hurt like hell, but I was young, stupid and bored. So that really set me back on the healing process, between that and doing some light sparring on the side in wrestling practice, I royally F'd up my lower back to the point where it continuously is sore and I can feel my spine pop in and out of place when I work (I was also a mason for a couple years after college). Every year I have at least 1 week where I can barely walk/move without it feeling like someone is twisting a dull knife right above my belt line, but my wife has me use a 10s machine to keep the pain in check.
So yea, that's my biggest "dumb injury" story