What is your Scar?
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I play hockey, and I got really mad at this big kid on their team. I'm not very big, so I went for a low blow at the knee. I succeeded...and got him REALLY angry. He took my helmet of, slashed my neck with his stick. The outcome was a bloody nose for him, an ejection for each of us, and a permanent scar on my neck. After that I went home, took a shower, and played psycanots for the rest of the night... a great friday night.
Got a few interesting ones.
Lost the majority of both my eyebrows to two separate scars. One from faceplanting a tram sleeper at the age of about two, the other by diving off a slide and misjudging it.
My other interesting scar is on the inside of my elbow of my right arm. It kind of looks like an inverse tree - I cycled down a lane too fast, got caught up in a bramble (or thorn, if you prefer) bush and the long branches dragged up through the crook of my arm as I held the handlebar of the bike.
Still remember the pain of that last one.
Lost the majority of both my eyebrows to two separate scars. One from faceplanting a tram sleeper at the age of about two, the other by diving off a slide and misjudging it.
My other interesting scar is on the inside of my elbow of my right arm. It kind of looks like an inverse tree - I cycled down a lane too fast, got caught up in a bramble (or thorn, if you prefer) bush and the long branches dragged up through the crook of my arm as I held the handlebar of the bike.
Still remember the pain of that last one.
I got scratched and now i have a scar on the left side of my face... fuck pokemon
(when i was young me and this kid were playing pokemon and i was winning... the bastard scratched me)
(when i was young me and this kid were playing pokemon and i was winning... the bastard scratched me)
Our playground in early school years had some tractor tyres which were dug into the ground upright and you had to jump across them. I fell off one of these, and hit it at some weird angle where it didn't cut at all, but it had a decent 7cm bruise on my inner thigh that went every colour of the rainbow. It's still there, but slightly smaller and a lot redder than the surrounding skin.
I have a scar on my chest from when I climbed a wooden basketball pole and fell down, getting a 6 inch chunk of wood lodged in my chest vampire slayer style...
I walked in to the house with about 1/4 inch of the wood showing, the rest firmly embedded into my chest..
"Mum... I got a splinter.."
"Aww honey are you alri-OH MY GOD!"
annnnnnnnd off to the ER we went! Didnt hit anything vital though which was nice.
Oh and I have scar on my head, got hit in the head with a brick. Ow.
I walked in to the house with about 1/4 inch of the wood showing, the rest firmly embedded into my chest..
"Mum... I got a splinter.."
"Aww honey are you alri-OH MY GOD!"
annnnnnnnd off to the ER we went! Didnt hit anything vital though which was nice.
Oh and I have scar on my head, got hit in the head with a brick. Ow.
I have two scars on my forehead - one to the right, above my eye, and the other right in the middle.
The one in the middle I got when I was a child. I fell off my bunk bed, and on the way down, smacked my head on the sharp corner of a set of drawers. I can't remember how I got the second one.
The one in the middle I got when I was a child. I fell off my bunk bed, and on the way down, smacked my head on the sharp corner of a set of drawers. I can't remember how I got the second one.
When I was in middle school I had this bright idea to go downhill on a bike that had busted brakes. Luckily, a bush was there to break my fall. Unluckily, it was a thorn bush. So, I have quite a few scars on my upper arms from where the thorns dug into and ran across my skin. They actually look kind of cool, if only they had a less idiotic story attached to them.
from presumably lack of good nutrition, when I was 19, I jumped over one of our dogs like I would a lot to freak her out, it was only maybe two feet but I landed badly and broke my hip, the scar is where they put three screws in
Well, there are three prominent ones; embarrassed of one, proud of another, and the third's almost unnoticeable.
The embarrassing one happened while I was on my first date with this girl. I was waiting for her mother to pick me up at the bowling alley where my parents were bowling, under the instructions to inform them when I was leaving. When she arrived, I was so eager to leave that when I sprinted back into the bowling alley, I ended up slipping on some sand, throwing me into a roll that scraped up my elbow. To this day, I look down on it and I smell her perfume.
The unnoticeable one happened when my family went out to California for Thanksgiving and my mother's 40th birthday. My cousins, brother & I went to a park and played a little baseball. I was pitching to my high-school-varsity-playing cousin, when he cracks a line drive that goes whizzing by my head. I threw the next pitch, I hear the crack of the bat, and then I'm being picked up off of the ground, spewing blood from my broken nose, having no idea where my shattered sunglasses landed. The ironic thing is that prior to that pitch, in response to the ball whizzing by my head, I said, "I would hate to get hit by one of those." Several reconstructive plastic surgeries later, you can barely see it.
While that one is unnoticeable, my proudest is one that can't be seen. Back in 2005, I found myself in the hospital, being diagnosed with ALL. To make administering the chemo easier, the doctors installed a Groshong port into my chest. Unfortunately, it would seem that it would cause more problems than it would fix, so in December of that year, I was in the ICU, being told, "We need to take that out. Don't worry, it'll be a quick, 5 minute procedure." 30 excruciating minutes later, it finally came out, leaving me with a marble-sized hole in my chest. When I thought of the kinds of scars I'd get in the military, I never thought of anything like that.
The embarrassing one happened while I was on my first date with this girl. I was waiting for her mother to pick me up at the bowling alley where my parents were bowling, under the instructions to inform them when I was leaving. When she arrived, I was so eager to leave that when I sprinted back into the bowling alley, I ended up slipping on some sand, throwing me into a roll that scraped up my elbow. To this day, I look down on it and I smell her perfume.
The unnoticeable one happened when my family went out to California for Thanksgiving and my mother's 40th birthday. My cousins, brother & I went to a park and played a little baseball. I was pitching to my high-school-varsity-playing cousin, when he cracks a line drive that goes whizzing by my head. I threw the next pitch, I hear the crack of the bat, and then I'm being picked up off of the ground, spewing blood from my broken nose, having no idea where my shattered sunglasses landed. The ironic thing is that prior to that pitch, in response to the ball whizzing by my head, I said, "I would hate to get hit by one of those." Several reconstructive plastic surgeries later, you can barely see it.
While that one is unnoticeable, my proudest is one that can't be seen. Back in 2005, I found myself in the hospital, being diagnosed with ALL. To make administering the chemo easier, the doctors installed a Groshong port into my chest. Unfortunately, it would seem that it would cause more problems than it would fix, so in December of that year, I was in the ICU, being told, "We need to take that out. Don't worry, it'll be a quick, 5 minute procedure." 30 excruciating minutes later, it finally came out, leaving me with a marble-sized hole in my chest. When I thought of the kinds of scars I'd get in the military, I never thought of anything like that.
I have no physical scars other than on my chin for falling over when i was a kid and had to be stitched up and a slightly deformed left thumb
scars on my knuckles and hand from wrestling ( people need to cut thier nails)
scar 4 inchies above my wrist where i broke my arm and they had to cut it open to get the bone back in place
scar on my palm where i fell at the beach and a sell stuck in
scar on my nose from haveing a polysistic growth removed
scar on my foot from droping liquid, hot, and sticky cinibun icing on it
scar between my toes where a statue fell on it
scar on my thumb from hitting a basketball hoop while trying to get a ball unstuck
scar on the inside of my elbow where i fell off a bike and skidded
dents in my skull...???/
scars on my shins from various things
scars on both knees for not being smart enough to waer my kneepads (wrestling)
scar on my back from a huge cyst
scar under my eye from yet another person who needed to cut thier nails
uh yea thats about it. there used to be alot more but theyve healed over or become unnotice able
scar 4 inchies above my wrist where i broke my arm and they had to cut it open to get the bone back in place
scar on my palm where i fell at the beach and a sell stuck in
scar on my nose from haveing a polysistic growth removed
scar on my foot from droping liquid, hot, and sticky cinibun icing on it
scar between my toes where a statue fell on it
scar on my thumb from hitting a basketball hoop while trying to get a ball unstuck
scar on the inside of my elbow where i fell off a bike and skidded
dents in my skull...???/
scars on my shins from various things
scars on both knees for not being smart enough to waer my kneepads (wrestling)
scar on my back from a huge cyst
scar under my eye from yet another person who needed to cut thier nails
uh yea thats about it. there used to be alot more but theyve healed over or become unnotice able
Well there was this one time My dad bounced my off some walls because I didn't do what I was "thinking too much" (I'm not making that up, THINKING was my crime) so I have some good ones on my back from all the odd angles I hit shit on. 
Oh, man. I've got more scars than Sgt. Barnes from Platoon.
I have a big one on my forehead from being smashed with a skate board. (14 stitches and a skull fracture, but not KO'd, fuck I'm tough)
I have matching ones on my elbows (both caused by drunken tom-foolery)
A cluster of small(ish) scars on my back from being stabbed with a broken bottle.
A big scar on my knee from finding out I can't skate board.
A big one on my foot from when my brother thew a pitch fork at me.
One on my eyebrow from running face first into a concrete pipe.
A big one on my arm where i was gored by a goat.
One on my hand from fucking about melting plastic straws.
One on my ear from being pushed down the stairs (my dick brother again)
A series of 'em on my fingers from getting my hand caught in a exercise bikes gears.
There are more, but my fingers are getting tired ;D.
I have a big one on my forehead from being smashed with a skate board. (14 stitches and a skull fracture, but not KO'd, fuck I'm tough)
I have matching ones on my elbows (both caused by drunken tom-foolery)
A cluster of small(ish) scars on my back from being stabbed with a broken bottle.
A big scar on my knee from finding out I can't skate board.
A big one on my foot from when my brother thew a pitch fork at me.
One on my eyebrow from running face first into a concrete pipe.
A big one on my arm where i was gored by a goat.
One on my hand from fucking about melting plastic straws.
One on my ear from being pushed down the stairs (my dick brother again)
A series of 'em on my fingers from getting my hand caught in a exercise bikes gears.
There are more, but my fingers are getting tired ;D.
Do inside wounds count? I shall assume that they do.
I was hoisted violently into the mast of my uncles sailboat at age 13. A line was laid incorrectly and when he turned, the arm shifted and up I went. Tore/stretched/broke/damaged just about everything inside. Now I have an awesome limp and a perfect excuse to use a cane whenever I f-ing feel like it.
Seriously though, after P.T. I can walk fine, but it still sucked.
I was hoisted violently into the mast of my uncles sailboat at age 13. A line was laid incorrectly and when he turned, the arm shifted and up I went. Tore/stretched/broke/damaged just about everything inside. Now I have an awesome limp and a perfect excuse to use a cane whenever I f-ing feel like it.
Seriously though, after P.T. I can walk fine, but it still sucked.