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BONUSBALL! Remember these?! Scar Story Edition
I was just thinking we haven't done this in months and it made me sad. So I can't remember if we have done scar stories or not but tell your scar story and the first (59? I can'r remember) posts are entered to win whatever polybags I have in storage when I get back to Texas in a month! If your story is especially funny and/or gross you might win a prize for that too!
To kick things off I will recount the time when I was 17 and at a youth activity playing wiffleball (baseball but with a plastic ball). Unfortunately for me, we were using aluminum bats. (for the UK crowd Allumminummnuunm) ;-) Anyway, the one guy who spent time in the gym lifting was up and trying his best to impress the girls and swung so hard the bat left his hands and helicoptered into the on-deck batter. Me. I saw it a fraction of a second before the end connected with my forehead and was able to flinch enough to where it hit on the very left edge of my head. Skipping ahead to the emergency room, they cleaned out the wound and left me alone so I took a look in the mirror to see how it was. "What is that white stuff?" was my first thought. "Oh neat, that is my skull!" was my second thought followed quickly by "#((%& that is my SKULL". The end.
Now let us hear yours!
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I've also got a scar like a zipper all the way down the back of my head as well where they removed a bit of my skull and the top couple of vertebrae of my spine. It looks good.
I have been a bit careless over the years and have a nice collection of scar tissue in a variety of different places.
I'm missing the top 2mm off a finger from an incident with a butchers steak knife.
I've cut through to my knuckle bone on a Kenwood mini chopper blade that I'd only put on the side moments earlier.
My ultimate in stupid was getting up one morning, half asleep, without my glasses on to find a there was a fly buzzing about in the kitchen.
After a couple of those annoying flybys that get right on my last nerve I spotted a small black fly looking shape on the wall. With nothing readily to hand to squash it, I resorted to my bare hand.
I crept up slowly, positioned myself for full throttle slap, and in the blink of an eye slapped the wall as hard as I could.... Only to find it was a black picture nail that my half asleep self didn't remember was in the wall.
The worst though, has to be from ambition outweighing talent in my early years on a motorbike.
The short version is, came up to a corner faster than I wanted to, didn't take said corner, hit the kerb, came off the bike, landed on my hands (which the gravel destroyed along with several layers of skin) and on my knees (being stupid in those days I was only wearing jeans, the jeans being less effective than the gloves).
I was then flipped over, landed on my back and proceeded to remove several layers of skin from my lower back as the jacket I was wearing rode up as I slid along the road. I was leaking pus and scaby bits for months.
1- small scar on the side of my gut...chickeb pox - seriously kids, don't scratch em!
2 - if you look at the side of my nose by the corner of my eye there's an indent scar which I do not remember getting but my mum told me I tripped over and bashed it on the corner of some brickwork when I was little.
3. Got a fairly sizeable one on one shin, this on was from when I was about 10, walking through the woods near where I lived. Stepped on a barbed wire fence that had fallen over and got buried by the leaf litter, it srung up, slashed through my jeans and flesh. Had a very similar experience to Bumblepants, looked down and saw a very clear flash of white in the middle of the oval of red and took a moment to realise that it was my shin bone showing through.
I've save the best to last, and it's funny because it's the least visible of my scars.
4. On the inside of my left ear is a scar. It's hardly noticeable, but the injury actually left part of my ear hanging loose at the time... It was cause by a bald Eagle bite!
For context I used to work at a bird of prey centre as a falconer. Eagles can be bad tempered, but particularly so if you move them around after dark. This particular bird of prey centre was very understaffed and we often worked late to get everything done, normally the eagles were moved first, but I (being the only one of four people competent to move the eagles who was working that day) had been out on a job and didn't get back until after the sun had gone down - it was middle of winter so the sun went down early. I'd put all the Eagle away for the night but one, and that last one decided to hit me with a domenance strike right at the moment I turned to answer a coworker. Beak hit my ear and from my perspective there was an awful crunch noise and a warm wet feeling down the side of my face.
Shit
Finished putting the Eagle away for the night and went to check my ear. That's the moment my (at the time) boss walked in and said, "christ, who got you?"
I still hadn't seen it so I asked if it was bad, his response was "you might want to go to A&E to see if they stick that bit back on or cut it off."
I went to the mirror and looked and there was a distinct flap hanging down from the middle of my ear. I pushed it back into place and it stayed there so I decided to finish up work (anyone who works with animals will attest that when you've still got stuff that needs to be done for the animals welfare you kind of forget about yourself) and go clean it up at home instead of bothering a doctor. Got home, washed it with salt water (which opened the flap again) pushed it back into place with some antiseptic and strapped a bandage round my head to avoid it opening while I was in bed.
In hindsight I probably should have gone to A&E but they probably would have done similar, and it healed fine anyway.
Hope that wasn't too much detail for anyone ;-)
Drove myself to the hospital and didn't get any blood in the car. Completely ruined one of the dish towels.
So I have a nice 'V' shaped scar to remind me to keep your digits out of harm's way.
Was writing an article about skin cancer for work and so was reading a lot about the ABCDE’s of skin cancer. Anyway I had a freckle that fit a few of the criteria for investigation and turns out that I had melanoma in situ.
So, everyone your homework for the weekend is to learn the ABCDE’s: https://www.skincancer.org/skin-cancer-information/melanoma/melanoma-warning-signs-and-images/
Cut the mouse of my hand trying to cut the rind off of a wedge of old cheese. Sharp potato peeling knife, pretty deep. All kinds of yellow stuff came out, so i asked my better half (who happens to be an EMT) what the hell that is - had cheese entered my wound?
turned out to be fatty tissue. Almost fainted when i saw it - fortunately it returned back into my hand when i let go.
I feel the same about the bonusball and wish we could have them more often, @snowhitie told me after my last one that she's had very few offers of new hosts :-(
My first ever scar, is under my left eye, I was about five or six. I was being pushed on a swing and it got a bit high for me. So I jumped off when it was close to the ground but tripped and fell onto some stones, I split open the skin on top edge of my cheek bone about 1.5cm long. I don't remember but my elder brother says there was blood all over me (he wasn't pushing, it was an older cousin who'd come to visit).
Just after it had healed up, we were visiting the same relatives for the weekend somewhere near Winchester. There was a newsagents/toyshop that we popped into to for some reason. They had LEGO on shelves to my right (space LEGO) and I was distracted and wasn't looking where I was going, the shop counter was one of the hatched ones and was open - I walked right into the corner. Opened the cheekbone up again, we spent four hours in Winchester A&E, ended up with three stitches and a scar you can still see forty years later.
It's not very clear any more... started to look like a wrinkle a few years back, but I think it's the most LEGO related scar I have, I've always been immensely fond of it.
And just to make sure I didn't learn from my mistakes, I took the stitches out myself while drunk on New Year's Eve.
Thanks for hosting, @Bumblepants
For reasons best known to myself I was cutting the base off an Airfix soldier with a penknife in class at junior school, slipped and cut into my knuckle. Scar still there over 50 years on.
Also have a scar on forehead from playing British bulldog at same school. Someone gave me a helpful push face first into the playground wall with nice concrete copings - lots of blood and hospital trip for stitches.
Best medical scar - upper chest drain for collapsed lung/pneumothorax c. 21 years old. Most pain I’ve ever felt when the painkillers wore off.
Thanks for the memories! Actually cringed reading some of the others!
Another scar at the end of my eyebrow; must have been about 10 and was told not to go into my grandads shed as there were rusty nails sticking out, it hadn’t been used / maintained since he passed away. Anyway, you can guess what happened, nail big time into me, just missing my eye. Off to hospital, tetanus injection and stitches.
I ended up splitting my forehead and I still have the scar 43 years later.
I think my sister arrived early! :-)
Interesting topic, but as always there’s the potential for a few
But here goes nothing.
https://medlineplus.gov/ency/article/007591.htm
This was not fun. You’re completely awake for the procedure, having had more than enough needles to numb any pain, which creates an odd disconnect when you smell burning flesh (which begins the healing process of creating the scar tissue) and realize it’s your own. It goes on for long enough that you wonder if they’re removing your whole butt rather than just part of it.
Afterwards they’ll tell you not to sit down, but you have enough freezing that you don’t think it’s an issue. Until the freezing wears off & you can’t sit for 2 days. Yes, as they say, every day you’ll have to get a change of gauge packing seemingly a mile long, so scar tissue can fill in & replace all the skin.
A quarter century on I still have a decent sized divot where they cut into you & swear I can feel it.
Far more cautious these days!
thanks for hosting @Bumblepants !
This was a good one. I enjoyed reading all the stories. Thanks @Bumblepants!
My thinking went like this, if I can't lift anything that weighs very much surely I can lift LEGO, is this a genuine reason to buy sets to keep me occupied? The answer from Senior Managment was yes but why don't you build some of the ones you already have hidden in the loft. I corrected her misperception about the sets in the loft of being just nicely stored in boxes rather than hidden and that it would be better to buy new ones . . . . . she brought it! So post operation a nice big shop at home box arrived with UCS R2-D2, the original Avengers Quinn Jet and Cuusoo Hayabusa.
Once the box had been opened for me and the dining room table appropriated between watching the 2012 Olympics (what is it about the Olympic Games that makes you watch events you would normally switch off?) and anaesthetic after effect naps (that's my story and I am sticking too it) I build all of the sets and a few others from the loft as well including the Emerald Night and Shuttle Adventure.
Now that's how you get over surgery, buy extra LEGO and get a scar on your abdomen!
I have one on my left shoulder from having a cyst removed.
I have a few scars.
Probably the most noticeable is on my forehead as it's a scar over a scar.
The first one was from chasing a football into the road, missing the kerb & headbutting the road. About age 8
About age 12, playing a few holes of golf with some friends. I make sure to stand far enough back but, unfortunately one friend is off balance & steps back on his follow-through.
A number 2 wood slams into my head. I'm out for the time it takes to collapse to the floor & wake to find a couple of quite scared looking faces hovering over me.
Luckily there was a game of football a short distance away so an ambulance & a bit of stitching weren't long in happening.
I don't play golf anymore (for other reasons)
Like others, quite a couple of (good?) scar stories, but I'll just go for the first one I can remember. I was building a sort of treehouse in the garden when I was about 9 or 10. Needed to cut some branches to size. I remembered I won an orange Stanley knife in a raffle, so I went into the house to look for it. Smuggled it out (think I realised I was not supposed to take it out) and tried to 'saw' a big old branch.
Slipped and right into my finger. Wrapped a cloth around it, blood came through, wrapped another round it, still no dice. Thought I4d better look and unwrapped it again, saw the top of my finger actually sort of hanging off and the bone sticking out. Ran down the garden inside crying.
Don't think my parents were actually mad at me, but I did never go out with a Stanleyknife again :)
I don't really have any scars - just a tiny one on my knuckle from school, when another kid decided it'd be fun to throw a pair of scissors at me, pointy end first. It's just a tiny white mark, barely visible unless you know what you're looking for!
I have some friends who would totally win this topic. like one put his foot in a shredder.
I'm pretty cautious, so the only one I can think of, I was 3 or 4, and someone at the school thought it was a good idea to put rims in the playground, fell onto one, opened my forehead.
How did this happen? Going too fast on my bike aged 9 and came off sort of over the handle bars as I attempted to brake going around a corner. A chain link fence with the prongs open at the top and sticking up rather being turned under was in front of me, a man eating angry Doberman ready to chew me to pieces on the other side. I put my hand out to save myself, hoping to stay on my side of said fence, and basically, ripped my finger open on the fence.
Squeamish people don't have to read the spoiler, as some people don't like even the slightest mention of b****...
I was a bit faint and sick at the sight of the inside of my finger, I won't lie. I think they may have given me something for the pain and to keep me calm in the back of the ambulance. I remember the concern on the paramedics face (probably was just being diligent and checking I hadn't hit my head too/was monitoring me for signs of any other injury). I was pretty quiet, trying not to throw up, and thinking how bumpy it was in the back of the moving ambulance. Anyway, the very kind ambulance man asked again what had happened and after I relayed the story he said I was rather lucky I had put my hand out, else it would have been my face that got ripped open instead of my finger. 😱
I was just glad I didn't go over the fence to be the Doberman's chew toy.
Still not sure why the stitches turned out such a mess of lumps and knots. Though getting them out hurt way more than ripping my finger open or having them done in the first place. To this day I have never seen anyone with anything similar regardless of placement, when comparing scars. I understand too that 13 stitches is a lot for such a small area.
If anyone has a messy scar from stitches (instead of these neat thin lines I keep seeing) I'd like to know I'm not alone, however, please note, if it's on unmentionables I don't need to know that badly! 😉
Thanks very much @bumblepants for hosting and yep, spot on that the bonus ball was drawn before number 38 was reached on the thread.