Share your scars

[BTM]

Oh, yeah, I also cut my thumb open with a band saw.  It was in shop class in 7th class and was doing a particularly tough piece of wood.  I'd made the mistake of having my thumb in the wrong place when the piece I was working abruptly went through.  Got about six or so stitches from that. 

Before that I kind of enjoyed working in shop class, but after that I lost my interesting in playing around with sharp things.

[RCMerchant]

Mine are many and all are internal:

Abandoned almost after birth by my biological parents who treated me as a piece of unwanted garbage. I would love to meet them again some day in order to make them suffer the way I have. Their treatment of me and the hatred I have for them is the machine that drives me daily.

Adopted by a childless couple who kept me grounded for years and my mom still does.

Lived through a bloody civil war.

Raped and mentally and verbally abused in a boarding school at the age of 16.

Result: one seriously messed up human being. But I cope and have coped for these many years and God willing, I'll continue to cope.  

For having such a terrifying chilhood...you turned out to be a really nice guy.

[RCMerchant]

I have a scar on my chin when I ate a sterring wheel in a truck wreck in 1985.
A scar on my knee from same wreck.
A ciggette burn on the back of my left hand from a dumb bet involving a 5 dollar bill.
A round scar on my left wrist from falling into a bon fire in 1981 (a hot nail inna board).
A scar between my thumb and fore finger from trying to open a can of chili with a buck knife in 1994.

[Trevor]

For having such a terrifying chilhood...you turned out to be a really nice guy.

Thanks man *HUG* 

[AndyC]

I have a small scar in one ear from hitting a coffee table while wrestling with my brother. I was in about Grade 3 at the time. The coffee table was one my dad built a couple of years earlier, specifically because we kept wrecking the flimsy coffee table in the rec room. This one was made from 2x8 lumber, joined with four-inch spikes, then sanded and finished. Very modern looking, and virtually indestructible, so when I collided with it, the table didn't budge.

I've got a large zipper scar up both sides of my right ankle, from having a broken tibia and fibula plated on New Years Day in the early 90s. The irony is I didn't do much on New Years Eve, wasn't particularly intoxicated, and a friend and I were walking back to my place with a pizza when I slipped on a patch of ice. I spent the night in Emergency (which is a lively place in the wee hours of Jan. 1), and a good part of New Years Day either in surgery or under anaesthetic. The weird thing was, I shared a hospital room with a guy who had the exact same injury the night before, from slipping on ice. It was just on the other leg. They told me there were actually three of us, but I never met the other guy.

I also have a small scar on my forehead from an outdoor party about 12 years ago. I was pretty drunk, went to find my beer cooler, flipped over it in the dark and hit my head on a rock.

[Umaril The Unfeathered]

For having such a terrifying chilhood...you turned out to be a really nice guy.

Indeed, he DID turn out to be a pretty cool guy!  I'll drink to that one 

Thanks man *HUG* 

Very cool! 

[Umaril The Unfeathered]

Another scar  I have is on what is left of my left thumb. The left side of my left thumb was lopped off back in the 80's, when I was cutting carrots with a huge knife.

Not realizing my thumb was there, I pushed down and felt the pain, and saw blood literaly running out of my left thumb, with the piece I cut off laying on the board among the carrot slices.

Noone believed me because of my prior history of practical jokes, but many a face turned white as a sheet when they saw what happened.

I saturated 3 washrags trying to stop the blood.  Trip to the ER, some Betadine solution and a tetanus shot, and a month or so,  and eventually it all grew back.

Problem now is, it's all callous and that side of my thumb feels like it's made of iron.
This was one of the more serious incidents of my youth.

[BTM]

No scars.
No serious illnesses.

No hospital or GP visits

Its weird, I'm as fit as a fiddle and I've never seen, or even registered, with a Doctor in my life.

Ahh, well, lucky you!

(coughwussycough)

[Flick James]

I have a small scar on my left wrist, and happens to be in a place that would suggest I once tried to do myself in. Not the case, but it looks like it. It was a simple vegetable-cutting error, due in part to the hazards associated with using a dull knife. I managed to stop the bleeding right about the time I was deciding the emergency room might be warranted.

Other than that, no scars or broken bones. Surprising considering some of the stupid s**t I pulled on a bicycle as a boy.

[Allhallowsday]

It was my right thumb... crushed in a door jamb, but it works fine.  
Otherwise, I have two head scars and two abdominal scars and one each of those were bad.  

[AndyC]

Almost forgot the vaguely triangular burn scar on my one forearm. Lifted up a lawnmower right after using it and forgot about the hot muffler. Ow.

[Olivia Bauer]

Almost forgot the vaguely triangular burn scar on my one forearm. Lifted up a lawnmower right after using it and forgot about the hot muffler. Ow.

I burn myself all the time.

[Mr. DS]

Almost forgot the vaguely triangular burn scar on my one forearm. Lifted up a lawnmower right after using it and forgot about the hot muffler. Ow.

I burn myself all the time.

That happened to my brother.  I learned my lesson hearing him scream.

[AndyC]

I rate all burns against a friend of mine who dumped a whole fryer full of hot grease on his feet while working at a KFC in high school. At that time, throwing out the old grease involved lifting the pan right out of the fryer and lugging it across the parking lot to dump it. The really insidious thing about grease is it clings to you and keeps on burning. Soaked right through his shoes and socks and pantlegs. As he described it, the pain was so intense he blacked out pretty quickly, and has very little recollection of what happened between the accident and the hospital. According to the girl working the counter, he mostly yelled profanities at passers-by until help arrived. For weeks, he was changing dressings several times a day, and going through ointment by the tub. His feet were something to see, I can tell you.

[BTM]

I rate all burns against a friend of mine who dumped a whole fryer full of hot grease on his feet while working at a KFC in high school. At that time, throwing out the old grease involved lifting the pan right out of the fryer and lugging it across the parking lot to dump it. The really insidious thing about grease is it clings to you and keeps on burning. Soaked right through his shoes and socks and pantlegs. As he described it, the pain was so intense he blacked out pretty quickly, and has very little recollection of what happened between the accident and the hospital. According to the girl working the counter, he mostly yelled profanities at passers-by until help arrived. For weeks, he was changing dressings several times a day, and going through ointment by the tub. His feet were something to see, I can tell you.

DAMN!  Can't imagine how painful that must have been. 

Were his shoes like melted into his skin or anything?  Was he able to walk for awhile afterward or did he have to use crutches or something?

Man, just thinking about that makes me shudder.