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Yikes at some of these posts! Iāve hit myself plenty of times in the knuckles, but never in the face or head (yet). Worst was probably an elbow shot from a plastic. I am pretty conscious of when my yoyo tangles or knots up out of a sloppy bind, so that helps. Knowing the right distance from your body to keep your throw hand in the event the yoyo jumps back at you is a good thing to practice as well. Looping tends to carry more risk of injury in my experience since the yoyos are constantly coming back at you at full speed. Iām still trying to learn double handed loops and I still donāt fully trust my left hand lol.
damn dudeā¦ Yeah. I donāt get anything really. I mean, you can see how hard I got hit. Barely even noticeable.
I accidentally hit a 6 year old kid in the head with my Singularity.
He cried but he was okay.
I felt like a horrible person.
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:o geezā¦ Such a jerkā¦ >:(
DESTROYED my head one time with a super sharp throw. Blood everywhere.
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Got within an inch of hitting my temple with my space cowboy at a decent amount of speed :-X
A friend of mind cut his eye lid with my too hot. it looked painful
Actually pretty surprised that I havenāt posted this story 5 years ago when it happened, but itās better late than never for these kinds of stories, right?
In 8th grade, I was yoyoing a bit after a morning Music Theory class while the rest of the class was waiting for the bell to ring. I was using my DV888 with the Duncan dice-with-sunglasses character counterweight. It was my first metal, and I was having a fairly introductory, albeit positive, experience with counterweight play for the week up until this event.
I was battling a bit of a tangle the moment the bell rang; some sort of formation that looked like a dropped triangle, but with some additional mysterious stupidity that justified an unscrew. I stashed the yoyo in my pocket, consciously convincing myself that I could walk the minute-thirty to Homeroom without forgetting something as obstructive as an axle knot.
My Homeroom is fairly lowkey. The teacher usually talks with some students that also have her math class next period. I presume they talk about math stuff. Various students seated at desks. Beside the heat register and window on the back-right side of the room, Iāve claimed an alleyway between this wall and the first column of desks in order to practice yoyo. This isnāt a weird sight at this point. Thereās a tetrad of girls that sits in the opposite corner on the register to my left, who have claimed on one occasion years later that Iāve ācome inches closeā to hitting them before. Knowing my awareness and caution, I doubt this holds much water. However, I am spending a fair amount of time elaborating on an event that Iām classifying as āmy worst yoyo accident,ā so take that as you may.
I wound my yoyo before I left the music room. Heyā¦ I wound my yoyo before I left the music room. I also convinced myself I could remember that I had a Gordion Knot enveloping the axle like an enigmatic Kraken. I can be clever but that doesnāt always mean Iām smart.
The flat rims of the DV888- precisely, the 90Ā° corner where the flat of the catch area meets the side of the rim- struck the bridge of my nose as sudden as a bolt of lightning. I was jarred, more than anything; the pain was sharp but rounded out to a hum fairly quickly. My first reaction was to lightly hold my nose, turn around to face the window and silently contemplate exactly what I had just done. Iām sure I said something like āow.ā
I had no doubts that I had gathered the attention of at least a few of my classmates. I had hit myself before, but the residual resonance in my skull had informed me that this impact was probably fairly loud. I canāt be sure, I had forgotten to pay attention.
āOh Pat, youāre bleeding!ā Casey. A neutral acquaintance that had dated my friend for a period, but otherwise one that I had engaged in minimal diplomacy with. I looked at my fingertip. āI sure am.ā
I excused myself to the Nurse for a bandaid. I presented my circumstance, and distributed an allotment of charm in order to collect my objective. āThis is going to need stitches,ā the nurse joked. I expressed some sort of variation of āthatās funny.ā Alas, at 8:30am I called my mother in order to go to the hospital and get 5 stitches on the bridge of my nose for a yoyo injury.
The hospital staff was great. Most joked that this cause was a first for them, and served as a launchpad for tales of interns and a kid who got a fork pierced through their nostrils. I expended rations of humor as they threaded my skin back into one piece.
When all was said and done, it was Noon, which meant that I had the rare opportunity to follow up on whatever suspicion had accumulated among the student body almost immediately. This was particularly entertaining, and mostly resulted in disbelief that I came back to school that day to begin with.
I undid the knot in the DV888 and threw during Lunch.
I donāt have too many yoyo accidents but my brother cut his head open with a Flight.
I hope your just trying to be funnyā¦your not.
Just realized I quoted a post from 2010, still not funny.
Hopefully the 2010 post was an unfunny joke.
when I was little, I got my first yoyo at Christmas. It was this weird little blue thing with springs in it. The first time I threw it down, it shot back up and hit me in jaw. I fell over and started crying. Anyway, I didnāt yoyo for a while after thatā¦
I was using my hachet 2 ( by yoyo officer ) and while I was practicing it hit me in da noes
Recently hit myself full force directly in the eye with my dv888. Letās just say itās been an interesting week! .)
And for those wondering, that was supposed to by a smiley face. ;p
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Im 75% shure i broke my nose 3 weeks ago hit my self 3 times last month trying a new bind
New binds can be REALLY sketchy!
I woke up this morning, as usual checked my yoyoexpert app. Saw this thread in my unread. Started reading and thought was funny/ fun to reminisce about past yoyo accidents. Decided to throw a little, not 3 minute in, wack myself in the face, cut eyebrow. Heading to ER for possible stitches soon. I really wish I never stumbled upon this threadā¦
I do 3A. When yoyos clash together when I screw up a double trapeze sequence, they usually go in random directions. There have been a few times where one has decided to home in on my privates.
The other day I hit myself in the head with a my metal Shadow T8. The next day I hit my self in the elbow.*
Iām still bruised. :-\
*I wasnāt even doing tricks, just randomly swinging it while I talked. Both times.