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Edited on Fri Mar-07-08 11:49 PM by Jamastiene
Let me see:
There is a scar on my right calf about 3 and a half inches long from laying carpet while sitting on the floor. There was a single tack in the middle of the floor under the carpet. The carpet was old and the tack poked through and snagged my skin. I didn't think I'd ever quit bleeding. Wow, that hurt...but I kinda liked it. That was my first inkling that I might be "into" pain a little.
I have a scar on my left knee from a can lid that poked through a trash bag I was carrying out to the garbage can outside as a kid. It was too heavy for me. The skin folded back and I had to tape it back in place while it healed because it just wouldn't stay put.
I have a scar in my belly button, a scar right above that, and a scar on the right hand side of my stomach from laroscopic (spelling?) gall bladder surgery.
I have a scar over my left eyebrow from a motorcycle accident. If you are on my friends list on Myspace, you can read all about that. I won't post it here but I will PM a link if someone (on DU only) specifically asks. There may be Courtney haters around. They are after me right now. Long story on that and I won't get into it. In any case, the motorcycle scar story is funny as hell.
I have a three separate scars on my lower left leg from stepping through an aquarium. My cat was on the fence and I was afraid she'd fall into the rose bush and hurt her leg, so I stepped on the overturned aquarium. I had my herbs growing under it. I had the aquarium there as a makeshift terrarium for the herbs. I stepped up on it in a panic to rescue my cat and my leg went through it. I had to wait and bleed while my mother laid newspapers on the floorboard of her car (which is now my car), so I wouldn't get blood in her car. I must have lost an entire pint while she made the edges all match up and line up just so. :eyes: That was rather funny after the fact too, but I never have blogged about it...yet.
I have a small scar on the corner of my mouth from an accidental "dog bite." Long story short, my dog never actually bit me. He didn't like children and was notorious for biting children. So for my 7th birthday, my mother and my aunt thought it would be a great idea to rescue him for me. They said if he bit me though, he'd have to go back. He never bit me on purpose. I'm glad they got him for me. He was a great dog. He always got along with me, but there was one thing he didn't like. He didn't like staying indoors, so he had to stay outdoors. He would dig out of any fence barriers we built (even rocks buried along the perimeter 3 feet deep). So, he had to be on a chain. We were out playing one day and I accidentally fell down and we both got tangled up in his chain. His tooth accidentally hit my lip and it was cold outside. I bled a little and it scarred, but the dog didn't bite me. He never did bite me once in his 17 years with me. Great dog, Sockie was.
I have a scar on the side of my face, a small one, where Sunday Girl was sleeping on my chest and had a nightmare and scratched the hell out of me when a loud noise outside startled her and woke her up. That was an accident too.
I have scars under both boobs from my breast reduction surgery. They are barely noticeable unless someone really searches for them.
I have a scar on the inside of my left upper leg where I cut myself with a razor blade back during my cutting days. Also, from my cutting days, I have a inch long scar on my right forearm. That one was from a hunting knife. I also carved a D (capital D) in my left knee during 7th grade recess using my pocket knife. The D was for Deborah Harry. I didn't have time to finish her initials during recess, and then forgot to finish it later.
I have a scar on the back side of my head from being smacked in the head with a hammer in a murder attempt that happened a few years ago too. That one is sort of hidden, thankfully. I'd hate to have to retell that horrifying story ever again to be honest about it.
I have a cigarette burn on my stomach from laying in bed smoking while I was stoned. I missed the ashtray when I went to put my cigarette out. It made a sizzling sound. I'll never forget that. I came out of that bed and came down from my high soooo quick like when that happened.
If I think of any more, I'll come back and post them, but these are the ones I remember right off the top of my head.
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