(Now with pictures)okay, something CRAZY happened to me
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Yeah as soon as you said hips that was my thought as well. I'm told they form when your skin can't keep up during your puberty growth spurt. So if you're past puberty and relatively tall, you've probably got your answer. To make sure you could google "stretch marks" and compare but be warned, some pictures are surprisingly icky.
I've got them too and kinda like them, they look like tiger stripes
I got into a fight, I tried to walk away, but they chased me anyway so I turned and they tackled me into a door with glass windows. My elbow went straight through it, obviously breaking the glass and one of the longer remaining slivers cut deep into my elbow. It bled a lot, and was deep enough to almost enough to see bone.
The next day, completely scarred over, and not even a week later the scar shrunk almost 3x the size. I did go to the hosptial the next day, but only to get my nose checked since that was broken. (And being a huge wuss about it, I refused to let them rebreak it so they could set it back in place...so now i have a slightly slanted nose.)
The next day, completely scarred over, and not even a week later the scar shrunk almost 3x the size. I did go to the hosptial the next day, but only to get my nose checked since that was broken. (And being a huge wuss about it, I refused to let them rebreak it so they could set it back in place...so now i have a slightly slanted nose.)
So I was playing tennis on Friday morning, July 27. I know the date because it was the opening ceremony of the Olympics that night. I was playing in a group, and as a warm up game, we played a weird hybrid of tennis and netball (you use a tennis ball, and have to place the ball on a racket).
So anyway, at one point someone on the other team passed the ball, and I (being the impeccable sportsman that I am) reached up and, leaning back slightly, swatted the ball away. The force then took me even more off balance, and I fell over, breaking my fall with my left hand. The other team then scored. I got up, people asked if I was fine, we carried on.
A bit later, my left wrist is hurting, to the extent that I stop being comfortable using my two handed backhand. Then I can't throw the ball in the air for my serve. I speak with the guy who runs the group (this is about an hour after I fell), and, since there's a lady in the hut where you book the tennis courts, I go to her, and get her to wrap my wrist up in a simple bandage with an ice pack, just so it doesn't move so much and cools it off a bit (she thinks that I should go to hospital, I assured her I was fine).
I finish playing tennis, and go home, and waste time for a while (my mum isn't home, she's doing something, but she was going to come home later, and then we were going to see the Dark Knight Rises at the Imax, coming home for the opening ceremony). My mum comes home, and notices the bandage, which I hadn't called her about. She rebukes me for not calling her, I say I didn't feel it was that big of a deal, but it is starting to hurt more to move my hand.
We go to the movie, and during the movie I realise I'm in agony. It hurts to move my hand from one place to a different place on my seat, and I'm using my jumper as something to wrap around it to soften it. I sit there, and I don't know if I was crying at the end of the movie because of it or because of my hand. We go out, return to the car, my mum looks at me, and makes us go to the hospital (which I agreed to reluctantly).
I had broken my scaphoid bone, and had a cast on for 9 weeks. Damn my manly resistance to pain.
So anyway, at one point someone on the other team passed the ball, and I (being the impeccable sportsman that I am) reached up and, leaning back slightly, swatted the ball away. The force then took me even more off balance, and I fell over, breaking my fall with my left hand. The other team then scored. I got up, people asked if I was fine, we carried on.
A bit later, my left wrist is hurting, to the extent that I stop being comfortable using my two handed backhand. Then I can't throw the ball in the air for my serve. I speak with the guy who runs the group (this is about an hour after I fell), and, since there's a lady in the hut where you book the tennis courts, I go to her, and get her to wrap my wrist up in a simple bandage with an ice pack, just so it doesn't move so much and cools it off a bit (she thinks that I should go to hospital, I assured her I was fine).
I finish playing tennis, and go home, and waste time for a while (my mum isn't home, she's doing something, but she was going to come home later, and then we were going to see the Dark Knight Rises at the Imax, coming home for the opening ceremony). My mum comes home, and notices the bandage, which I hadn't called her about. She rebukes me for not calling her, I say I didn't feel it was that big of a deal, but it is starting to hurt more to move my hand.
We go to the movie, and during the movie I realise I'm in agony. It hurts to move my hand from one place to a different place on my seat, and I'm using my jumper as something to wrap around it to soften it. I sit there, and I don't know if I was crying at the end of the movie because of it or because of my hand. We go out, return to the car, my mum looks at me, and makes us go to the hospital (which I agreed to reluctantly).
I had broken my scaphoid bone, and had a cast on for 9 weeks. Damn my manly resistance to pain.
It's not strange, but more annoying than anything. I woke up one morning feeling particularly itchy in a spot on my ribs. The next day a bright red ring appeared about twice the size of a quarter. Thinking it was ringworm due to the patch, I bought some medication for it and rubbed the lotion on it twice a day, every day as per instructed. But the patch never disappeared. On the contrary, within a week dozens of tiny, itchy, red spots appeared all over me. Nothing worked. Fearing I might have shingles or something, I began to research incessantly. After a few days, I discovered what it was: pityriasis rosea.
I have taken to calling it "Cockblocker's rash". It has absolutely no health dangers (though it MAY be accompanied by a low-grade fever, headache, nausea, or fatigue). There are no treatments. And after four weeks it goes away, with only 2% of people getting it again. So you're just stuck, looking and acting like you have ringworm for a month. Cockblock.
I have taken to calling it "Cockblocker's rash". It has absolutely no health dangers (though it MAY be accompanied by a low-grade fever, headache, nausea, or fatigue). There are no treatments. And after four weeks it goes away, with only 2% of people getting it again. So you're just stuck, looking and acting like you have ringworm for a month. Cockblock.
When I was in primary school, I fell over on asphalt a lot, and got the typical gravel hands/knees. Once I did that, and thought nothing of it, the skin healed. A week later I started getting this hard lump on the heel of my hand. Being 7 or something I didn't bother anyone about it. It became quite defined and quite hard, and one day, a little rock fell out, leaving a small hole on the first layer of skin where it was being accomodated.
Also, broke my ankle once, my anaesthetist looked like the Joker.
Also, broke my ankle once, my anaesthetist looked like the Joker.
A summer ago I was vacationing, and after a shower, I found what was seemingly a pimple on my lower back, except it was dark grey and when I pinched it I felt something hard under the skin. After a couple days of squeezing at it, it popped open and out shot a little black stone-thing about the size and shape of a large grain of rice. There's no evidence it was ever there, but shortly afterwards there was a little hole in my skin which eventually healed up.
So I've got a two-fer.
First one, back in 7th grade gym class, myself and my buddy were fake karate fighting as kids/preteens are want to do, before class actually started. He threw a high kick at me, and I fell backwards onto my ass, and braced myself with my left hand. Woke up the next day with pain in my wrist, couldn't figure out what it was, so my mom took me to the clinic to get it x-ray-ed. Turns out I broke the smallest bone in my hand (the scaphoid?) and had to wear a cast for a while.
Second one, I'm an asthmatic, I've had asthma for as long as I could remember, so this is an asthma attack related story. The only asthma attack where I managed to stay conscious all the way through too. My family was visiting my aunt and her family down in Oregon, and by the time everyone was going to sleep, my asthma was flaring up thanks to the damn cat dander. I woke my mom up, and with the help of my cousin, we went to the nearest hospital. While getting treated overnight, one of the male nurses commented how my shirt (which reads "The voices aren't real, but they have some good ideas"), was perfect for the ER. Made my night.
First one, back in 7th grade gym class, myself and my buddy were fake karate fighting as kids/preteens are want to do, before class actually started. He threw a high kick at me, and I fell backwards onto my ass, and braced myself with my left hand. Woke up the next day with pain in my wrist, couldn't figure out what it was, so my mom took me to the clinic to get it x-ray-ed. Turns out I broke the smallest bone in my hand (the scaphoid?) and had to wear a cast for a while.
Second one, I'm an asthmatic, I've had asthma for as long as I could remember, so this is an asthma attack related story. The only asthma attack where I managed to stay conscious all the way through too. My family was visiting my aunt and her family down in Oregon, and by the time everyone was going to sleep, my asthma was flaring up thanks to the damn cat dander. I woke my mom up, and with the help of my cousin, we went to the nearest hospital. While getting treated overnight, one of the male nurses commented how my shirt (which reads "The voices aren't real, but they have some good ideas"), was perfect for the ER. Made my night.
Several years ago I had a huge benign tumor on my cheekbone area that was surgically removed, and I got to feel the doctor cutting it out. They pumped a bunch of anesthetic into the tumor so while it wasn't painful, feeling the knife cutting it out felt creepy, yet really cool at the same time.
By per chance have you heard of Septicemia? Its the name given my medical people to a wide range of usually lethal-without-treatment blood infections. Most people in the western world will maybe get it once, if at all. I've had it three times, all in the same leg, in same month, spaced two years apart. Its gotten to the point that I can tell a good day in advance before any serious symptoms, like being unable to stand up, occur, and I can immediately tell the A&E people what I've got. Its actually getting quite annoying.
Wouldn't try pulling at them OP, it sounds like your body is slowly rejecting them out through the skin. Should hopefully not be anything to worry about. Though you might want to see a doctor just to get them checked over.
Can't say I've had any weird injuries myself. I once fell off my bicycle with cuts and bruises all down my body, very bloody mess, yet only came away with a hair line fracture when I looked like I should have broken several bones.
Can't say I've had any weird injuries myself. I once fell off my bicycle with cuts and bruises all down my body, very bloody mess, yet only came away with a hair line fracture when I looked like I should have broken several bones.
I was stabbed in the hip, and it's healed to the point where the scar blends in with them.Jadak said:
I find that rather annoying. I wanted a cool scar, dammit!
Had a UTI last year and one of the added miseries was an infection on the inside of my thigh, because when you have UTI and you piss a little on your own thigh and dont wash it off right away etc.
So i went to the DR. and he gave me some antiviral stuff and told me i had to pop it in the shower and drain it so i did and when i squeezed that stuff out it came out dark red and chunky. It looked like i was squeezing Strawberry jelly out my thighs
So i went to the DR. and he gave me some antiviral stuff and told me i had to pop it in the shower and drain it so i did and when i squeezed that stuff out it came out dark red and chunky. It looked like i was squeezing Strawberry jelly out my thighs
>only to have her nipple peal off with itBlitsie said:
>only to have her nipple peal off
>nipple peal off
Thanks, now I won't be able to sleep tonight.
On topic, I don't normally mess myself up but once when I was a kid I was at my grandparents house with a cousin and he messed up his arm something fierce. My grandpa, being one for old world remedies, said something about putting garlic on a wound to heal it so he did and basically my cousin's arm ripped open more and was dripping with puss. Still has a scar from it, probably three times as big as it would have been in the first place
So yeah, don't try untested herbal remedies
I have a large scar that I have absolutely no memory of getting.
... And it is in a place where you think I'd remember very clearly getting a large scar...
... And it is in a place where you think I'd remember very clearly getting a large scar...
Go to a doctor. The doctor can order x-rays to see if there is anything else in there, and to help judge if the original injury healed properly and with that information you & the doctor can make a decision about whether you need to be "cut open" again.idarkphoenixi said:
For years my left ear would have periods of muffled hearing, or a prolonged "watery" feeling after swimming or bathing. I just chalked it up to too much earwax and made a dim mental note to use ear drops, which of course I never got around to. One day I felt a slight "rattling" feeling in the ear, and an ancient and horribly mummified cherry stone fell out. The damn thing must have been in there since I was a young kid, and presumably inserted by me, although I have no memory of it at all.
A slightly less dramatic one is that when I was about 7 I got stabbed in the palm of my hand with a very sharp pencil. For about a decade after you could see the dot of graphite under the skin. It's faded away to nothing now though.
A slightly less dramatic one is that when I was about 7 I got stabbed in the palm of my hand with a very sharp pencil. For about a decade after you could see the dot of graphite under the skin. It's faded away to nothing now though.
Once I fell hard playing football onto concrete and managed to burn my leg with the impact. I dont freaking know either but the skin went red and raw and cracked like a burn and then healed over much like a burn or cut with a giant scab. One hell of a scar thats for sure. Its a kinda oval 3 inches in diameter. Looks like ive taken a torch to the thigh. Its pretty badass from a pretty shitty story.
Ive had a tooth pulled without anesthetic once. I was pretty fucking woozy from blood loss though so i didnt feel a lot. I then passed out. Its probably my least favourite memory ever. And i expect it to hold the title forever. Ill tell it again.
I had four adult teeth removed. 2 operations of 2 with local anesthetic. The first time was a sinch. The second time the anesthetic didnt work in my lower jaw, so after the first tooth came out i could still feel the second tooth. I had about 6 injections while pumping blood to make me more numb and they failed. At this point im barely conscious and i just say "Do it anyway" and he shrugs and does. Pretty raw pain let me tell you. Dulled by the feeling im kinda floating though which I expect saved me from screaming in any real sense. THATS a badass story. I heroically proceeded to pass out into my parents car and groan for a good 2 hours.
Ive had a tooth pulled without anesthetic once. I was pretty fucking woozy from blood loss though so i didnt feel a lot. I then passed out. Its probably my least favourite memory ever. And i expect it to hold the title forever. Ill tell it again.
I had four adult teeth removed. 2 operations of 2 with local anesthetic. The first time was a sinch. The second time the anesthetic didnt work in my lower jaw, so after the first tooth came out i could still feel the second tooth. I had about 6 injections while pumping blood to make me more numb and they failed. At this point im barely conscious and i just say "Do it anyway" and he shrugs and does. Pretty raw pain let me tell you. Dulled by the feeling im kinda floating though which I expect saved me from screaming in any real sense. THATS a badass story. I heroically proceeded to pass out into my parents car and groan for a good 2 hours.