Kaylee ,'The Message'
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I have a huge scar from gall bladder surgery that never healed quite right
Hubby has one of those! It's his oldest and most visible scar. It got infected and has always been very prominent.
My coolest scar is from SCA fighter practice, when one of our padded combat arrows caught me on a bare spot on my wrist and sliced a chunk of skin off on the edge of my armor.
it's part of my body's history. I kind of like it.
That's how I feel, too. Most of the time. I am looking into getting the SF Halloween scar reduced at the same time I get my eye scar reduced. Those are two scars that can be a little less prominent.
Oh for fuck's sake:
The Senate majority leader said today Congress was inviting the severely brain-damaged woman at the heart of a heated debate to testify at an inquiry into her case.
Y'all, get your medical proxies in order. By the time they're through with this painful Terri Schiavo situation, none of us will be able to make any decisions whatsoever for our loved ones anymore.
I emailed DH the pictures. He replied:
It's his oldest and most visible scar
They're almost a badge of honor now -- no one gets it done the old-fashioned way anymore, from what I hear.
But...what does that mean?
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But...what does that mean?
Pain is fleeting, glory is forever, chicks dig scars.
My biggest scar is on my right knee, and it looks kind of like a big puffy scab made of skin. I asked a doctor once about getting it removed or reduced, and he said it would be hard because it's on the joint and rounded -- trying to cut it down might make it worse.
I got it when I was 20. I was walking home after midnight, and I heard loud male voices, fight or flight took over, and I tumbled down a flight of concrete stairs. It would be a better story if they had been rapists or muggers, but I think they were just drunk and loud.
I don't have any scars big enough or with interesting enough origins to be cool, unfortunately.
I have a scar on the corner of my lip from falling against the corner of a table when I was 4. I have a scar on my leg from an incident with a bus and a knife I had for art class. I have a scar on my arm from the same knife, later, and clumsy wood cutting. I have a scar on my ear from my little brother backhanding me with a pyrex bowl full of chocolate chips.
I have a scar on my side from a plastic bag that wrapped partly around my side when I was sleeping on the waterbed and wound up rubbing a very bad blister there.
I think that covers all the bad scars that are there through unintentional injury. No, wait. There are also the various scars on my hands, including some from when I slipped, fell, and managed to embed the bathtub's upside-down drain catcher into my palm, the one from when I sliced my other palm open trying to slice the end of a long-stemmed rose, and the one where I cut my thumb down to the knuckle while attempting to open a can of freeze dried blueberries with a butcher knife.
and the one where I cut my thumb down to the knuckle while attempting to open a can of freeze dried blueberries with a butcher knife.
You need to buy yourself a can opener.
All sorts of scars on the geography of me.
Razor gauges, biking accidents, having my wedding ring finger nearly severed by an antique ring (oy)...but the most fun is my stingray scar.
Please dog, none of you should ever be attacked by a sting ray. It's the worstest...yess it is. Nerve toxin that basically makes you feel like death would be a sweet blessing. Getting goose flesh just thinking about it and that was 15 years ago!
In the interest of truth saying, I should probably modify the word 'attacked' to read, 'it was probably sick or old and I prolly stepped on it and shouldn'ta been in the water at high tide anyway...and hey, did you know the stingray horn is at the base of its tail and is wicked serated for a slash and tear affect?
Ugh.
As I lay on the beach, stuffing towels in my mouth to stem the screaming, I tried some lamaze-like breathing. Barney effing Fife, the local constabulary leans over me and says, "So. What are you some kinda Shaolin priest.
Please. Lean. A. Bit. Closer...