scars

[lobelia321]

What scars have you got?

My scars:

- Lumpy scar on second knuckle of left little finger and tiny button scar on pad of right thumb.
Since: I was five years old
How? Electric shock from touching an uninsulated cable and inserting into live powerpoint. I peed myself and screamed, and had the sensation of turning around on my axis at lightning speed. It burned holes into my fingers. A brush with death.

- Pink patchwork on left knee.
Since: Around two years ago.
How? I fell off my bike because I was going too fast in the dark and zomped across an unexpected speed bump. I am noting that with age these scars seem to take a long time to heal. When I was little, I was constantly picking scabs off my knee and they left no trace. This scab I didn't touch! By the end, hairs were growing through the scab's thick scaly exterior. It was fascinating.

- Dots on my ankles. Two on my left foot (ankle and just above foot) and one on my right.
Since: They keep recurring since about half a year ago.
How? Water falls onto my feet in the shower and punches holes in my skin and draws blood. Is this normal? It keeps happening. Should I step into the shower with my feet bandaged up?

What scars do you have?

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[prairiedaun.livejournal.com]

I have:

-a 1/4 inch wide, 2 inch long scar on my right bicep from surgery when I was 6 and had a cyst removed. It was apparently deeper than they expected or something, and the scar ended up much larger than they had originally told me (also, it looks like a worm. Yuck.)

-a tiny scar overy my left eye from the first Easter after I started to walk, when I was all dressed up in my Easter outfit at my Gramma's, before tumbling onto her "jade" cat figurine and slicing my head open and getting blood everywhere. Apparently I've always been dramatic at these family get-togethers.

-a really light scar on my leg from slicing it up while going over the rapids around the Coca-cola creek/Lee River area when I was younger. Oh, Manitoba.

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

This is great. It's so interesting to read about scars because they are such a personal history on one's body. Also: Dali in your icon! :-) (It is, isn't it?)

[junalele.livejournal.com]

- Frankenstein scar on my chin
Since: I was three years old - or maybe two? Tiny, in any case.
How: Well. I had a little bobby car thingie (?) and one of the plastic handles had come off, so there was iron left. Took the corner a bit to dynamic and knocked my chin on the iron handle. I bled so much that my poor freaked mom took me to the hospital, where a student-doctor managed to scar/scare (of doctors) me for life.

- Tiny scar on my left pointy finger, just beneath the second knuckle.
Since: Erh, I was 17 or something.
How: First, you need to know that there used to be no sharp knife in our home when I was younger. So when I took a knife to peel an orange, I put a lot of pressure behind it. Well. Unfortunately, one of my parents had for once sharpened exactly that knife to cut tomatoes. It zoomed through my finger and almost to the bone.

- tiny round scar on the tip of my right middle finger
Since: I was 20.
How: Please remember the dull knife thing from above. So when I moved out and got myself a really cheap Küchenreibe, I didn't seriousy expect it to be razor-sharp. It was and while slicing potatoes, I almost-sliced a finger as well.

- almost no longre visible scar on my left knee
Since: a few years ago
How: I was leaving the apartment building and it was winter and the front steps had iced over. I slipped, fell on my knee and got like a blood bubble for my pain. Yuck.

Also - the shower thing is really, really weird.

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Thank you, this is so interesting! So much personal and special history in these scars, especially the repeated sharp-knife mishaps. And yes, the shower bleeding: whoa.

[junalele.livejournal.com]

Yes, but I seem to have them under control, sharp knifes. No more mishaps. Oh, and I used to have round scars on my left arm from a small lamp, clipped to my bed as a teenager. Hot, hot lamp + me moving around a lot, apparently, in my sleep = not so good. Took me two times, before I changed the position of the lamp.

[torakowalski.livejournal.com]

I have:

A bruise-like scar on my left thigh from 1 second after I was born when the nurse stabbed me with a giant needle to get my systems working.

A tiny hole-like scar on my right temple from when I was 4 and had chicken pox (it was my last scab and my mum got bored with it and so cut it off!)

A 1/4 inch scar on the back of my right hand from when I was 10 and my friend dug out a lump of my skin with a pencil because we were in school assembly and bored.

A blob-shaped scar on my left wrist from when I was 17 and spilled undiluted hydrochloric acid over myself during a Chemistry lesson.

A 1 inch by 1/2 inch scar on my ankle from shaving off a sliver of flesh while trying to shave my legs in the tiny showers at uni while not wearing glasses.

(I'm fascinated by scars, seriously. A lady I work with has a row of staple-gun scars on her knee from when she had knee surgery and I cannot stop looking at them whenever she wears skirts.)

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Oh, thank you for this! This is really interesting. The lump of skin gouged out by a friend...! It sounds like something from one of those slightly chilling stories about quasi-evil children. But life is realer than fiction, indeed it is. It's so odd what we do to ourselves throughout life; you don't even need to be particularly adventurous or reckless to accumulate scars.