In recent messed up and crazy news, a man literally shot himself in the face with his harpoon gun and lived. No joke. I’ve sat here trying to figure out how to type that. He seriously shot himself in the head. Bruno Barcellos de Souza Coutinho was out on his boat when his loaded harpoon gun got away from him, turned around, pulled its own trigger, and got the most crazy headshot in history. Keep reading, this story gets better, trust me.
According to TVZN:
“… the speargun accidentally fired and lodged 15 centimetres into his head, through his left eye and deep into his brain.
However, he did not seek medical attention until the next day when a relative encouraged him to go to the hospital. He arrived for treatment completely lucid and underwent emergency surgery.”
Whew! What a relief. No brain damage. Here I was starting to think that his brain wasn’t functioning normally for not seeking medical advise. I’d like to think of myself as a pretty normal fellow, but if I had a three foot harpoon stuck 15 centimeters into my eye socket, I might, just maybe, run screaming and crying to the nearest hospital I could find.
I want to know how that night went when he came home. “Honey, did you shoot yourself in the face again?” “It’s alright, I don’t feel a thing. I actually kind of like it.” How did he even sleep? Suffice it to say that if I had a harpoon in my face, I’d be creating some engineering marvels so that thing stays put while I dream of harpoons being shot through other parts of my body. Anyway, reports state that the harpoon was in there so long that even it was starting to get uncomfortable, like some practical joke was being played on it.
I do tip my hat to Bruno though. He hung in there longer than I would have. And I know, in my heart of hearts, that Bruno would tip his harpoon right back at me. And that means everything in the world to me.