I'm scarred from head to toe, starting from day 1. I can't imagine being unblemished. I even have bruises that are years old.
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Most of my scars are small and pedestrian.
I DO have a scar from a stingray strike...so that's more exotic.
And the one on my ring finger. Lots some nerve action with that one. Won't go into the ever so gross description, but it was epic.
I cut the tip off my thumb trying to slice cheese w. a Swiss Army Knife while in a moving car. I was very, very hungover.
Hmm:
Age 3: cut up my face "shaving" with my dad's razor. Unknown number of stitches.
Age 4: to the ER after painting myself all over the body to look like a Dalmatian. (No scars from this, just too good not to tell.
Age 4: flipped the Big Wheel, 9 stitches in back of head
Age 13: tripped on a hill, hit sidewalk with face
Age 14: rode bike down hill, hit pothole, landed on chin (9 stitches)
Age 18: climbing Dunn's River Falls, step on glass, slice foot open across the [foot equivalent of the] palm. Still get random pain/itchiness across the scar.
Age 19: condemned pier collapsed under me, 30 some stitches, able to touch skull. Went to Guatemala 3 days later and had to use bottled water to wash my face or hair.
Age 21: gesturing with knife in hand, stabbed self in calf. No stitches but still have the scar.
Age 38: dropped chef's knife, stabbed through nail into big toe.
I think that's all? Possibly I'm forgetting some. Mostly I'm just glad that my destructive impluses have moved from my head and face to my legs.
I DO have a scar from a stingray strike...so that's more exotic.
Ooh, I forgot! Age 1: stung by jellyfish.
Gud, her name wasn't Diane, was it?
Nope, Lara. No snowbank crashing either. As a passenger, I was involved in a crash into a big hedge. I'm not sure exactly how it happened, the driver said "Watch This" and the next thing I knew the view from every window was the inside of a bush.
no big scars.
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on the outside.
runs away crying.
Scars:
- Slipped in bathtub, age 3, split bottom lip
- Playing on ice at recess, age 8, split top lip, 4 stitches
- Burn on arm (Mother was getting hot dogs out of water and accidently sloshed me.)
- Small scars on arms from pinching (mean sister)
- Pencil lead in palm (I was trying to get someone's attention by tapping on her desk with a pencil. The point was toward my palm.)
- Two knife scars on left forefinger (One from slipping while making a bow and arrow at about 11, one cutting meat during a traumatic Christmas)
- Burn on top of foot (sister dropped a sparkler on it)
- Scar on palm from umbrella catch
- Long scar on leg from golf cart accident (I was a passenger. My leg ran into a guy wire.)
- Foot surgery
- Scars on back of left hand, upper lip and forehead; two broken front teeth (Really spectacular trip and fall)
- Scar on palm from wine bottle that split into two pieces when I was taking out the cork, 8 stitches
- Scar on back of right hand from compound fracture (mistimed block of a front kick)
- Two knee surgeries
- Surgical scar from armpit to armpit
- Currently healing: cut off end of middle finger on left hand
Electric shock from alfredo sauce.
This wins for the sheer WTFery of it.
And falling through a condemned pier wins for the picturesqueness of it.
Oh, I did slice my palm open while cutting carrots. While away at Girl Scout camp. That scar has faded quite a bit, and scores pretty high on the stupidity index.
All my scars that have any kind of story attached seem to have faded. I have the burn on my thumb from Friday (taking brea dout of the oven while talking on the phone). And a couple of old popcorn-related scars, but they are much less noticeable than they used to be.