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AUG 2018

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derbydinner.com 16 LOUISVILLE MAGAZINE 8.18 INTER-OFFICE MEMO I fell in a four-foot-deep open sewer walking home from a bar one night in remote Kigoma, Tanzania. Blood gushed from my shin. And there was nothing to do about it. The town had no hospital and ran on giant generators. I tied it up tightly with a shirt and, still seeping blood, went back to the little inn. I eventually fell asleep wondering if I might bleed to death in the middle of the night. Nice to wake up the next day. Chris Kenning Contributing writer The neighbor boy I had a crush on offered me a ride on the back of his bike. As he pedaled, my sandaled foot rested on the chain guard and slipped into the spokes. All the skin ripped from the side of my foot. He dropped the bike with me attached. Somebody got my mother, who ran down the street and exclaimed, "Suki, you ruined your best pair of sandals!" I passed out and woke up in the car on the way to the ER. Suki Anderson Art director A backyard baseball game turned bloody when a kid swung and hit me in the head on the follow-through. I put my hand to my forehead and it came back drenched in red, like I'd touched a painted wall that was still wet. Somehow, I only needed a few stitches on my eyebrow (and still have the scar). After that, we had a rule: No swinging until you did a slow pirouette with the bat extended at arm's length. Jenny Kiefer Associate writer I tripped over a loose brick around a fire pit and fell backward, placing my hands inside the fire to catch myself. It resulted in second-degree burns on both hands, third- degree burns on my lower back. This guy scooped me out of the fire. Shortly after, he became my boyfriend and we dated for four years. Brooke Wyrosdick Operations assistant Friends and I rented a vacation house on Put-in-Bay, a quaint village on South Bass Island in Lake Erie. We grabbed lunch at a nearby watering hole, and, before we knew it, we had to hustle to catch the ferry. In an effort to save time, I brilliantly decided to hop a chain-link fenceā€¦in platform wedges. I landed and rolled my right foot, which immediately looked like a golf ball was growing out of it. I spent the whole trip on wooden crutches and Percocet. Back in Kentucky, a doctor reset the bone, put in a giant pin. I was in a cast for 12 weeks and lived in a second-story apartment with no elevator. I called my brother in tears one day and, because I couldn't drive, he drove down and took me home to Michigan. Sometimes you just need your mommy. Mandy Wood Advertising account executive In high school, a softball hit me in the eye one day at practice. It was so swollen the next day that I missed the ACT. I had a black eye for two months. Megan Brewer Editorial intern Inspired by this issue's Top Surgeons list: What's the worst injury you've had? Illustration by Kendall Swann Careful. A Russian dance can turn bloody.

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