Yesterday after work, I had to change tire, the reason for this is the previous day both the front right tire, and the donut I replaced it with, had gone flat for some reason, though I'm still trying to wrap my head around that one.
I got a new tire, and was jacking the car up, having it supported on a concrete block, though the rest of it was in the grass. For some reason during the replacing of the tire, after I had the tire off, and the wheel well exposed, the jack collapsed. Keep in mind, my leg was under the wheel well as I was moving the tire into position, and stupid me didn't put a block under the car. For a moment, I couldn't quite believe what had just happened. Fortunately the ground was soft and my leg had sunk into the ground, so it hadn't been severed. But, unsevered or not, it certainly didn't feel good.
A few seconds later I pulled out my cellphone and called my friend inside the house, this is the conversation that took place.
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
"Can you come out here? Bring me one of your shoestrings and grab the jack out of your mom's car, mmk?"
"Why? What happened?"
"Do me a favor and don't ask questions right now."
He came out with the shoestring, but stopped at his mom's car to get the jack. Then he came around and saw what happened, I swear he nearly passed out. I grabbed the shoestring and used it to tie off my leg above the point where it had been crushed, just in case it severed, and then placed the jack under the passenger door. Meanwhile my friend is over there freaking out, saying he's going to call 911, but can't get his fingers to dial the phone--which was quite funny even in these circumstances.
I got the jack under there, looked at it, and realized it had no handle. I swore and asked him to get me a screwdriver. I had to ask a few times, but he finally came back with the smallest screwdriver he could find. I ended up having to jack the car up using a screwdriver as a handle for the jack. I was quite peeved because doing something like that takes a lot of strength. So I finally pulled my leg out, looked at it, and screamed bloody murder. I screamed so loud people were coming out of the factory across the street to see what was going on.
Of course, the hospital put a cast on it and released me like six hours later, and I'm supposed to be in bed for a while, but I'll be going back to work tomorrow. Woot. You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
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