Anyone got any scars...

[Antonio_Bay]

...of the physical kind?

And what stories go with getting them?

I have a small scar on the side of my left cheek. Can't recall if it was from slipping on roller skates and cutting it on a ring belonging to whoever's hand I was holding onto, or scarring from spots.

[JK]

There ain't enough space on the server... ;)

Most of the bad ones have faded, like the one on my knee from where a Marine stuck me with a broken beer bottle. I was trying to clear the bar at closing time and he didn't want to go. My self and Mr M1911A-1 eventually convinced him it was time to leave. :)

I've got another where my mom dropped a heavy-assed pair of scissors on my foot whilst cutting my hair. They went through the foot and stuck in the floor. Neat. It didn't hurt until I saw the blood.

And technically, tattoos are scars, so I've got those going for me.

And my hands- they look like I've been bare-knuckle boxing for 20 years...

[dtcb]

I've got another where my mom dropped a heavy-assed pair of scissors on my foot whilst cutting my hair. They went through the foot and stuck in the floor. Neat. It didn't hurt until I saw the blood.

Gee......thanks mom!

I'm sorry dude. I almost pissed my pants laughing.

If its any consolation, I got it from the other direction (big old nail jesus'd my foot from the bottom up). And my brother was there.....and did laugh.

I have a few on scars my face and a few on the shins and knees. A few on the forearms. My hands that will never play the violin again. Offensive/defensive scars basically. A chunk of tooth missing from a rifle barrel. That one got a few laughs afterwards from my friends when I smiled (until I got a crown put on). My friends are often the mocking type. After I broke my foot last week, some came round for a drinking session and taped a bottle opener to my cast (it was a Swiss guy. Ha. Ha. SwissArmy Cast). They were supposed to get me while I was in the hospital. We have a strict rule; anyone in the hospital gets a delivery of three things: Fried Chicken, Porn, and Beer. Doesn't matter why your are in the hospital (stroke, back surgery, heart surgery, kidney stones). I was released the same day so they got me when I got home.

[JK]

...If its any consolation, I got it from the other direction (big old nail jesus'd my foot from the bottom up). And my brother was there.....and did laugh...

Oh, I've had the nail treatment, too! All the way through- last time I ran barefoot through the yard. The damn tetanus shot I got afterward hurt more than the fucking nail. :D

[dtcb]

Oh, I've had the nail treatment, too! All the way through- last time I ran barefoot through the yard. The damn tetanus shot I got afterward hurt more than the fucking nail. :D

Agreed!! Man they hurt. Got a tetanus shot for the nail in the foot.....and got another one after I got stabbed in the ass......for which they gave me a tetanus shot in the ass. Life's not fair.

[JK]

Agreed!! Man they hurt. Got a tetanus shot for the nail in the foot.....and got another one after I got stabbed in the ass......for which they gave me a tetanus shot in the ass. Life's not fair.

Did they at least go for the other cheek? ;)

[dtcb]

Yes. But, my dignity never recovered. 5 people there walking around talking while my ass was sticking up from the table.

[Aaron]

I have one on my pinky finger from when I was a butcher (was one for about a year and a half when I was 17/18). I was cutting liver at the time... blech.
Fucker took ages to stop bleeding.

Two on my right elbow from when i was about 14 or 15. I was playing a hybrid of hide-and-seek in a housing construction site. I has hiding in a half built chimney and made a dash for it that didn't go according to plan.
I still made it back to base and won the game. So yeah, I'm a hero ;)
I remember almost passing out because I let it bleed longer than I should have without attending to it.

One on my right knee. I was cycling down Howth Hill when I was 15 and I overtook a car (pretty steep hill) and was about to go on to the path but I judged the angle wrong, the bike skided on to it's side and I was dragged for about 5 or 6 metres until I hit a parked car.
Brand new jeans too :(

I realise none of these stories are as manly as most of the guys here.
But I have never served anything other than dinner.

[Cheney]

When I was around 4 I put my hands in my pockets for some reason while walking down the stairs. Slipped and fell down bout 16-20 some steps. My bottom row of teeth went through the lip so you could see the whole front row of teeth then my lip right behind it, and I cracked my skull.
8 years old my dad "accidently" put a cigarrete into my palm. After I proved he was wrong bout something, not sure what though.
Uhh round 10 years old I was on top of the playground/the very top of the tower that you had to climb on the bars and etc. just to get up, slipped and broke my left elbow, to the point where the bone was sticking out through the skin.
Last year was biking round Mackinac Island, there were horse carriages coming from both sides of the road so I saw the sidewalk that was probably 2 inches above the ground. So I though no biggy. I was horribly wrong, the bike must have hit it wrong or something because as soon as I made contact with the bike and cement I went flying. I scrathed my forehead against a cracked part of the cement and a pebble was lodged into my upper lip and is still there, hell I can touch it and move it around.....my lips are very abused, but the girls like it so I'm not complaining....much.
This year went hunting with my friend and his dad, while my friend's dad was slicing up the deer on the ground he slipped and sliced my right ankle open, we decided I'm a no go for hunting trips any more.

[Firestone2489]

I have one on my left knee from trying to climb on to my dad's Harley when I was 3. It was just turned off, and my knee hit the exhaust pipe. I have a couple on my right knee from rolling into a window whilst sleeping. I know, manly. I also have 4 on my hand and forearm from my mom's demon cat's biting. Oh, I also have one more on my hand from where my brother stabbed me in the hand with a pencil when I was 2 or 3. On my left foot right below my big toe I have a scar from getting cut by a piece of metal at a place called Beamers.

[dtcb]

I have one on my pinky finger from when I was a butcher (was one for about a year and a half when I was 17/18).
I realise none of these stories are as manly as most of the guys here.
But I have never served anything other than dinner.

Now, now, now.....There are few jobs as manly as being a butcher.
http://www.sfgate.com/c/pictures/2003/02/12/dd_day-lewis.jpg

And I didn't get any of my injuries in the service.

[ZBarclay]

On my right pinkie. I worked in a hardware store in high school and we had a shop where we cut glass to size for windows and what not. I could only find one glove, so I used the gloved hand to hold the glass while I wrapped it with butcher's paper. The paper caught and the hand doing the wrapping kept going sliding all the way across the freshly cut edge of the glass. It didn't hurt right away, so I looked up and saw all the skin stuck to the top of the glass. I looked down at my hand and it was such a clean cut, that it wasn't even bleeding...then...hazzah...bloodapalooza! I tried to wash it off in a utility sink, and that's when the hurtin' started. My boss was right around the corner, so I said, "Stan, can you step in here for a minute."
"I'm busy."
"Well, I cut myself."
"Is it bad?"
"Maybe you should take a look."
"Jesus. Great. You better head over to the emergency room." (It was right across the street)
"Um. I don't think I can drive...I'm kinda...dizzy..."
Ya...that was good times.

[By-tor]

Got one on the chin from high school. Got sliced by another guys helmet chinstrap during football practice. Got 19 stitches. Went back to practice the next day(ohhh the manliness :rolleyes: ). Got hit half way thru practice, went back to the emegency room with the ragged stitches all torn up. They cut the hole completely out, and started over. 21 stitches. The doctor told my Dad it was like someone shooting me point blank with a .22 pistol. I didn't go back to practice for a week. Damn, it hurt.

Got one on my index finger slicing cantelope in a restaraunt in my 20's. Knife slid off the side of the damn round bitch.

The bad one though, is the burn from "jumping" a bonfire at a lake party we had with 30 friends. From the knee to my ankle(where one of the coals got stuck in my hiking boot)on the whole front side of my leg. Most painful thing in my life. Then having to scrub the dead skin off twice a day while sitting in the shower. The doctors said my high tolerance for pain kept them from sending me to therapy. I probably would have killed the the guy that had to do the scrubbing. :rolleyes:

[Zens7s]

Aside from the normal "I fell off my bike scars", of which I have about four that still linger I have a few crappy ones.

I was mugged back when I was living in Chicago. The (never found) jerk who did it hit me in the face so hard he knocked out one of my front teeth (why I hate blacklights because it shows it's fake) and also permanently fractured my cheekbone. Apparently cheekbones don't heal. The worst part was that I was coming out of my mothers birthday party and I had on a very minimal coverage sundress. When I got hit it knocked me out so I skidded onto the blacktop at a dead weight. I still have to use scar bleaching lotion on the left side of my face to keep it from coming back whenever the sun hits it. I had dark brown huge scars on my face, knees and upper arm for the first four years since there is nothing worse than road rash for scarring.

It's been six years since it happened. The real kicker? The idiot was trying to steal my new Lexus, which I didn't have the keys for in my hand, I only had the separate door key. I had put the full set of keys in the glove box because I had a small purse and didn't want to carry them. He couldn't figure out why the car wouldn't start so he stole my little fancy clutch, containing nothing but a tube of lip gloss and an expired ID. Fucker.

On a good note the whole reason I ever came here all those odd 8 years ago was because I broke my leg and stumbled upon the site when I was bored. That left a scar but not too bad that anyone notices.

[puggso_32]

I have a 26 staple-legnth scar going down my left leg over my knee.

Basically playing football (read: football, not American rules "use your hands" football) and was running after a ball in the air, stuck out my leg to hit it on as it landed, trapped the ball under my foot and the momentum took me forward...all weight onto this leg.

Dislocation and double fracture.

Or in lamens terms...I snapped my left leg!

4 days in hospital, fancing surgery involving moving a musle in my knee to hold the knee in place (as it wouldn't simply relocate) and about 4 months of physiotherapy.

Still walk with a small limp.

It has faded over the 6 years since it happened but still visible, and my knee cap is much further left than it should be.

Enjoy

http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a184/puggso_32/DSC03043.jpg

[ratm1966]

Let me start my novel. I will go in chronological order...

Lower Abdomen: Surgical repair of a hernia that I was born with.

Right Fore Arm: Fell, while running on the back of the couch, and received a compound fracture to my arm.

Right Forehead: A freind lied to my mom and told her I said some cuss words. It was revenge for me tricking him to jump trhough a certain SW type of plant that has razor sharp leaves; his arms got sliced up pretty bad. Anyways, my mom chased me to my room to beat my ass and as I entered my bedroom I stepped in a small throw-rug. It slipped out from under me and I went head first into the metal frame of my bed. I woke up later in the hospital.

Left Index Finger: Using a hammer and chisel to break up some rocks for an aquarium; missed chisel and hit finger. Fileted skin back and down to the bone.

Right Pinky Finger: Got it caught in some electric grass trimmers. Cut it down to the bone.

Left Ankle: Half-moon shaped scar around the ankle due to reconstructive surgery.

Abdomen/Bellybutton: Surgical repair of an umbilical hernia.

I think that is it.

[donkey]

several small ones on my hands from my time as a cook, including one where i cut the webbing of my thumb. the cut didn't scar, but the stitches did.

I"ve got 2 small ones on my wrist from a dog bite when i was 9. Yapyap dog bit my while i was petting her and hung on as I stood up in surprise.

And I've alwasy had a noticable scar down one elbow. I have no memory of getting it and it's allways been there.

[JK]

Somebody bit off a chunk of my left ear when I was a wee lad.

I have no recollection of it at all...

[dtcb]

I was mugged back when I was living in Chicago. The (never found) jerk who did it hit me in the face so hard he knocked out one of my front teeth (why I hate blacklights because it shows it's fake) and also permanently fractured my cheekbone.

sonofabitch. that sucks. I'm now wishing testicle cancer on that bastard. I hope he's in prison getting sexed by the unclean.

I got whacked not nearly as badly as that once.

When I was 14, I was hanging out in front of the movie theater waiting for my friends parents to come pick us up. A Monte Carlo with a bunch of 20 something kids pulled up and two got out. they walked over casually and asked us if we had any weed. We looked at them perplexed (like maybe we should be asking them). one asked me what time it was. I stupidly turned and looked into the theater to the clock. He pile drived my face into a brick wall. Seperated my lip by a good inch and knocked me out.
Walked over to a McDonalds when I came to (my friends had ran and left me). I walked in like a zombie. Sadly the one guy in the whole place that should have payed attention to me, a cop, just looked at me and walked away. People were backing away because I had a mangled face and blood all over my shirt (Iron Maiden Aces High!). A couple of people took me to the hospital.

It was my lucky night, the on-staff surgeon was a plastic surgeon doing some sort of public time in the hospital. I remember him saying it as they geared me up. Apparently he was able to work his magic and tuck a lot of the scar in my mouth (where I have this small lump on the inside of my mouth permanently). Otherwise, I would have been jokered on one side of my face.

Thank god for facial hair. It hides about 3 scars on my face. (have one on the hair line, 2 at the mouth and a chunk of eyebrow missing that I eyebrow combover to hide). Mooonnnsterrrrr roooowwww!

Ahhhh carefree childhood days....la la la!

[dtcb]

Lower Abdomen: Surgical repair of a hernia that I was born with.


Thanks ratm1966 for reminding me.........I had hernia surgery in May. Much of the same. correcting a hernia I was born with that my mother neglected to mention until after I had the surgery. They put three small scars on my right side and gave me pictures that look like they were exploring a 22oz steak with a sony handicam.......I'm sure you will all agree general anesthetic is fantastic.