yeah, I never hope to see anybody injured, no matter how stupid they were when they got injured
that's mainly because I've injured myself so many times doing stupid stuff, and even normal things; for instance:
* one time I got up late and was hurrying to get dressed and I threw my back out just trying to step into my underwear; I mean, I was out of commission for a couple of days...damn
* one time I was sanding a hardwood floor along the edges near a wall; I was down on my knees and the cord got hung up. Instead of getting up and going to free the cord, I started pulling on it harder and harder. It didn't budge so my response was first profanity, then second, I jerked that fucking cord with force, like a man with a mission. It had a big hard-plastic end that tore out of the plug, came skipping across the floor like a bullet, and nailed me violently right in the balls...then I couldn't get up but rather spent the next 15 minutes moaning in the corner in a cold sweat on the edge of puking. Damn cord
* one time I got out of the shower and went into the bedroom to get dressed. It was summer, near dusk, and the room was kind of dark but I didn't turn on the light...just went in and started to sit down on the bed. Well, little did I know that my wife's goddamn cat was napping on the bed; the cat was the same color as my wife's fucking bedspread. Apparently, the cat woke up and saw my fat ass descending on it and panicked (common reaction); it reacted like cats do when they are trying to escape doom, and one thing it did is use those same balls the cord end hit as part of a traction surface for it's extended claws as it escaped ass-death. I know this is a fairly common injury...gashed balls by cat...but if it hasn't happened to you yet, you bleed a lot; like a whole lot. And in this case as I was howling and bleeding on my wife's bedspread and carpet, she heard me howling, came running, and guess what, she didn't give a shit about me bleeding except that I was bleeding on her stuff; she started yelling at me, and swear to god, that fucking cat was sitting in the doorway watching the whole damn show. I had to cup my bleeding balls and go back onto the tile of the bathroom and bleed there.
Let my experience be a lesson to you younger guys: sit down to put on underwear, don't get pissed off at electrical cords, and don't marry women with cats.