Privacy concerns aside, a Roku/Apple TV/Google TV is going to be supported by developers far longer than whatever crackpot built-in OS is slapped on a TV. Not to mention that in the case support for your stick of choice stops, you can just get an updated model for $50 and plug it in rather than needing an entirely new television.
I use these sales to buy stuff I was looking for anyway. Some shorts, new pair of running shoes, another belt or two, hammer drill. If I wasn't gonna buy it anyway, I'm not gonna buy it on black friday or today. But if I'm close to needing/really wanting it, I'll certainly put off the purchase until the item I want or something similar goes on sale.
My kid broke his first bone, his wrist, on the trampoline yesterday evening. So, that kinda sucked. But damn, we took him to an emergency ortho specialists practice rather than a typical ER, we were in and out with x-rays his sugar prong splint in just over an hour. That seemed fast as hell compared to my memories of that stuff from my childhood, or maybe it just seemed to take forever because you were a child and in a ton of pain.
When I broke my arm as a kid they made me go home and sleep on it overnight because the orthopedic surgeon wouldn't be in until the next day, when they could finally set the bone.
A girl landed a kick in a sparring tournament when I was fifteen and my mom took my brothers and the rest of the team out to Furrs cafeteria to eat before taking me to the ER.
No shit! It was at least a 12 hour ordeal to get fixed up when we were kids. I worked Saturday at Wendys after fracturing my arm in a high school football game. Went to the ER Saturday evening. That was my own doing though.
I did it on Superbowl Sunday, so I broke my arm sledding, walked home while carrying the arm in my jacket, iced it for four hours while I watched the game, realized things weren't really improving, asked for a ride to the hospital, and was then told it'd be another day until they could set it.
In middle school I broke my arm in English class when my friend did a wrestling move. My teacher thought I was faking it and wouldnt send me to the nurse. I was sweating and shivering. I ended up going after school to get it casted. She called my mom to apologize and apologized in front of the class the next day.
They believed me, they took a look at the x-rays and were like "yep, that shit's broken." They just didn't have anyone who could set it, so they just shrugged and said "sorry kid, come back tomorrow and we'll fix it."
I worked for a week on a fractured back before going to get it xrayed. Apparently it started as a stress fracture and just broke on me when I was on a training run for x-country. High pain tolerance and an unhealthy dose of growing up in an environment where you just “rub some dirt on it.”
I hyperextended a knee playing rugby... ended up ripping 3 of the 4 ligaments in my knee and severing the nerve that runs down the outside of the leg, basically meaning I had no feeling from the knee down. Went to the hospital, the moron on call said "just a sprain, come back in a week if it's not better". Went to my GP in a week and he basically rushed me to the nearest big city hospital (Vancouver). If I wasn't able to get on the last ferry going over (that was leaving in 20 mins from when he saw me) then he'd call for a medivac. As it was they held the ferry so I could board. 24 hours later I was in surgery and it took me 2 years to relearn how to walk and have the nerve (mostly) heal. Which was lucky, as the neurologist said I'd never walk again as he thought the nerve would never regenerate and it was too long after the accident to re-attach. It was bad enough that the neurologist and the orthopaedic surgeon (who later went on to head up Canada's Olympic Medical team), both offered to be witnesses in a major malpractice suit against the initial on-call ER doc. Needless to say I was young and never pursued legal recourse. To this day my right leg has limited endurance and a bunch of atrophied sections in it.
Damn, and here I was thinking I was tough because I hyper-extended my elbow during recess in the 2nd grade and I didn't cry until I got into the nurses station. Was trying to impress the ladies with my sweet monkey bar skills. Thankfully my parents could afford physical therapy and even then after that, it took years for my right elbow to have the same range of motion as my left. To this day, I can get my left palm about 3/4-1" closer to my shoulder than my right palm can.
First trip to the campus infirmary for a lower back pain radiating down around my hip to my quad muscle my freshman year of college: "just a pulled muscle, here's some ibuprofen." Second trip in October: "you must've pulled it again...have some more ibuprofen." Third trip in November when I the pain is now too much to bend while putting on socks: "maybe we should take some x-rays" Ended up spending most of Thanksgiving break scrambling to get an MRI and a few other imaging scans to find out I stress fractured two lower vertebrae
That is tough, wildman! I shot myself in the foot with a bb gun to show a couple girls how tough I was. That plan backfired, I didn't cry, but I hopped around and flopped on the ground in obvious pain. I had shoes on, I didn't think it would hurt as bad as it did. I forgot to say I finished that football game, at least another full quarter, with a greenstick fracture of my left radius. The other daytime employees at Wendy's didn't give a shit about my arm as long as it didn't leave them shorthanded. The night manager screamed, "what the fuck is wrong with your arm!?!", as soon as she walked by and saw the swelling. Then it was time to clock out and I had decided medical attention was necessary.
I skinned my knee that one time. Oh, and I tried jerking off drunk in college and accidentally punched myself in the balls.
I've been pretty lucky (knock on wood) with a lack of injuries throughout my life. I've played sports, downhill mountain biked, rode horses, spent a ton of time hiking, and essentially the worst injuries I've sustained have been broken toes from getting stepped on by horses, and strains/sprains/hyper-extensions. When I was young I got my first knife for Christmas, despite my (very cautious) dad thinking it was dangerous. I was so excited, took it everywhere, constantly fiddling with it, nothing made out of wood was safe. One day I was messing around outside and stabbed myself in the leg, and was pretty sure if I told anyone my dad was going to take my knife away. So I stayed outside, in the freezing cold and the snow, without a coat, for an hour while it stopped bleeding and the pain subsided enough that I could walk normally. I consider myself pretty lucky that I didn't hit anything serious, because I'm not sure my kid-brain was willing to acknowledge that my safety should be prioritized over my fun new present.
My grandfather was a farmer as I was growing up. I would stay with my grandparents during the summer and help out around the farm. When I was about 13, I was working on changing a belt in the header of a combine. I was standing on the side of one of these. When I was done, I went to jump down and my foot slipped in some grease. I felt nothing on the way down, but a few seconds after I was on the ground my sock felt wet. I looked down and I could see inside my leg. I found out later that the corner of a 1/4" piece of steel on the combine header cut my leg between the bones and came about 1.5" from coming out the other side. I was taken to the hospital and got 400+ stitches. The funniest part about all of it is that the only time it really hurt was when it was getting stitched up. The doctor for some reason did not numb the part of the cut closest to my knee. I'm sure the doctor heard some curse words he wouldn't have expected from a 13 year old.
The only time I’ve ever broken a bone is when some little girl skied into me and I broke my hand in 4 places. I refused to go to the doctor thinking it was a sprain and after a week of my wife (a nurse) yelling at me, I had X-rays taken. Oops. The only time I was ever admitted to the hospital was after I caught mono at the Preakness one year. Pretty sure it was from the girl I fingered behind a Port-a-Potty, but I can’t be sure. The mono was so bad that I was bedridden at home for a month.