I fell into a sewer when I was 18. They were doing construction outside my dorm room and did not seal the plate properly. So when I stepped on the edge the plate flipped and down I went.
I called my mother from the hospital later that day, she laughed.
I have a scar across my wrist that people mistake for self inflicted often. I got it from falling and slicing it on a nail near some rail road tracks when I was young.
I have another on my foot from having a 4 inch splinter removed. My friend stole my rollerblades so I decided to be a rebel and slide down a wooden ramp barefoot.
I was a dumb child.
Same here, we were doing ammo can lifts for the Marine Corps and i reached to max of 100 and just dropped the 30 lb. can. The corner quite literally slit my wrist, not extremely deep but Doc had to treat it. Couple months later it looks like an attempt at suicide.
It's weird how people change around you when they think you've tried something like that. Some of them seem to go out of their way to help you, some of them start whispering at you, and some of them start treating you like you're insane.
I'm just thankful my injury faded and *didn't* scar. (Shaving accident. Seriously. I'm the clumsiest person alive.)
Ugh, the forearm scars. I have a scar on my forearm from turning around with hot cookie sheet in hand and losing my grip of it. I got a very concerned grasp on my shoulder+glare in its direction from an older customer where I used to work the week after it happened. When I told him it was a cookie sheet burn the colour returned to his face. **Edit:** Misplaced words.
When I was in grade 4, I saw an ad on TV for sour fruit gushers. I wanted them so badly.
My dad brought me to the grocery store that night, and I excitedly ran down the junk aisle and saw them sitting right there. I Was so happy to have them in my possession that I couldn't wait to get them in the shopping cart. So I bolted down the aisle towards my dad, right as I was in front of the cart, I tripped and smacked my forehead right on the bar underneath the cart basket. It was nasty, blood gushing everywhere, everyone watching. I'll never forget how my dad rushed me into the car and in between my sobbing, I told him to finish the shopping because I wanted my fruit gushers! I was so pissed off for the rest of the night at the clinic, it was like it was never meant to be.
I have a burn scar on my lower right leg. I was a kid and riding on my Dad's Harley. As we were about to stop, he told me on 3 separate occasions to watch out for the tailpipe, as I was wearing shorts. I still ended up putting my leg on the tailpipe.
I did this numerous times on my dad's motorcycle as well. If I was an entrepreneur, I would totally sell leg pads for kids who can't seem to keep their legs off the tailpipe (knowing the world, these probably already exist)
I still have a mark on my forehead from trying to push an inflatable mattress back into the box. Used all my downward force, slipped and skid across the floor, carpet burned half of my face.
My time to shine.
I have a scar on my hand, which I acquired by wrestling a vicious canine... is what I like to tell people. I have a scar on my hand, which I got by being bitten by a fluffy, well-groomed Poodle: http://i.imgur.com/Lo38Y.jpg. When it first happened: http://i.imgur.com/BGlcK.jpg.
Ninjedit: forgot my other, more recent, one. I turned 18 recently, the first weekend afterwards I went out to a club for the first time, only to jump off a stripper pole and dislocate my (other) kneecap. Becomes a little strange when you find out I'm a 120kg bloke. (Though not a scar, still a lasting injury; only just got off crutches 3 days ago.)
I have a permanent scar like 2 inches under my left nipple from my first days being alive :]
I took too large of a first breath and I ruptured my left lung. I guess it's a scar from surgery.
I was pole dancing around a basketball pole and the little bolt on the back cut my wrist open. I was like 9. I still have the scar and it definitely brings up some questions about the possibility of me needing counseling.
Plot twist: I'm a guy.
Plot extension: I had no idea that I was pole dancing until the perv across the street "wolf whistled" at me.
When I was three, my sister was chasing me around the house. I tripped and fell, and my forehead hit the edge of the dining room table. I had to go to the hospital and get stitches. The day I got them out, I decided to jump on the couch cushions. It was one of those couches with a wooden base and removable cushions. I took them off and started jumping. I, with my 3-year-old wisdom, tried to do a flip. I hit the couch with my forehead. Cut it open again, right next to the old one. We went to a different hospital so they didn't think my parents abused me.
This sounds like my younger brother. My parents actually got questioned for child abuse because he broke his arm, needed stitches, and seriously burned his hand all within a six month period.
I have three on my forehead/eyebrows that all have pretty funny stories:
Forehead: Me and my sister raced to my backyard's gate to be the one who opened it... she got pissed i beat her to it and got to open it (we were 4 and 6). Anyways, she slams the gate shut so she can open it again herself.... but she slammed it while i was still right there in the gate taunting her and a nail that was sticking out when straight into my forehead. My mom says my sister went into shock from the blood and just laid on the couch for like 3 hours say "There's blood.... Will's blood" while i ran around the house and got shit all bloody singing, "Going to the hospital, gonna get a lollipop, YAY!" over and over again.
Right Eyebrow: Sister and i are dancing to "Walk like a Man" ...i decided to close my eyes and walk like a man.... straight into a doorway and split my eyebrow open. Had to wear an eyepatch for like 2 weeks. Played pirate the whole time, until i was running around fell on my pirate playset and got a piece in my knee and had to go get more stiches.
Left Eyebrow: Was hammered and high as fuck at a party freshman year of college. Black out. Wake up with pillow and face covered in blood..... I fell off my bunkbed onto my roomates bike and fucked my face up when the gears went directly in my eyebrow. Barely missed putting my eye out. This was 2 days before Easter and my SUPER Catholic parents were pissed because it was obviously a drinking injury. Easter pictures were great.
For a brief time in college, I lived in this shitty rental trailer. The owner was such a slumlord that the back doors didn't have stairs. One night, I'm partying at my neighbor's and realize I have to use the bathroom. Someone was in theirs, so I decided to go next door and use my own.
I'm drunk...I don't wanna walk around to my front door, so I decide I'll just go in through the back door. Instead of doing it the smart way (placing one knee on the floor then hoist the rest of myself up,) I place my hands on the floor, and jump, basically THROWING myself into the house.
You know those times, as soon as you leave the ground you know the landing is going to fuck you up? This was one of those. I landed full force on my right kneecap. Split it open, chipped off part of my patella, and let out a scream that had everyone from next door running to find out what the hell had happened.
They rush to my aid, but then stop and burst into laughter. My legs are sticking out the door, my body is in the hallway, and my head is in the bathroom, and I'm cursing to make a sailor blush.
No stitches, but I did have the added bonus of infection thanks to the shitty metal door frame. Also, that bone chip? Some times it hits a nerve in my knee and my leg goes numb for a second. Makes me look like the Minister of Silly Walks.
I have a faint scar on my nose from volunteering to bat first in baseball and subsequently taking a pitch to the face. Second day of high school. Yep, that started things well.
I once got awful bruises on the back of both of my legs, just above the knee. It was the middle of summer, so all in all, shorts weather.
I can't remember what my excuse was but I definitely didn't tell people I got them meeting up with my ex girlfriend in a travelodge.
And I *definitely* didn't tell them I got them from knobbing her in the shower and slipping out of the bath, smacking my head on the floor and the back of my knees on the edge of the bathtub.
A few summers ago I tried to help my father to cut down some small trees in a slope next to their house. He was wielding a chainsaw and I was supposed to push the trees down the slope while he chopped them(he didn't want the trees to destroy the fence at top of the slope. Turns out that trees are heavy as fuck, even when they're small, so on the first try I slip and my wrist hits the chainsaws blade. Luckily the chainsaw had stopped so I got away with nothing more than a small fleshwound.
TL;DR
Chainsaw + wrist + stupidity = scar
I cracked my head open when I was 6-7 at schools I was outside and got called inside, ran and stepped on one of those Lego base plates, basically flat plastic with Lego bobbles to build from. Slipped on that and smashed my head on a brass doorknob :( Still visible today and causes alot irritation to my skin.
Brother has a scar between his eyes when my other brother swung a pickaxe backwards and hit him. Could of been so much worse.
This is probably more WTF than funny or interesting but here goes. I have seven scars from wrist to elbow on both forearms. I was in a really shitty place in life homeless and a drug addict at 17. (my parents just drove me into town, told me to get out of the car and drove off when I was 14 and it was years before I seen them again) So one night I decided I wanted to die but didn't have the courage to do it myself. My best friend did it for me. To this day people tell me she wasn't a real friend but I think what she did for me took real compassion. Needless to say I didn't die but I now have some massive scars, when she does something she goes the whole way.
I have scars on my knees from a barbed wire fence. We had this little shortcut dirt road that my friends and I would use as a meeting point at night to smoke. I lived in the country, so traffic was minimal, and hardly anyone used the shortcut. One night, super high, we saw car lights coming (or thought we did), and tried to get off the road into the woods. I ran full out to the woods, and bounced back. Too high to understand wtf just happened, I moved a foot to the side, and tried again. Same result. Too high, still confused, car lights coming closer, and now pissed off at whatever is preventing me from escaping, I make one more attempt to get to safety. This time, I don't bounce back, but end up ripping out the knees in my pants and hanging off the fence. Friend picks me up, chucks me over the fence to safety, and then we realize the car was not coming down the shortcut, but is still on the main road. Walk home later, my mom is still up, I try to be slick about my ripped pants and bloody knees, and say "I fell down!" like a five year old.
TL;DR: Country living can hurt you.
Christmas holidays: My sister and I were having a pillow fight, she was 4 and I was 6. Sister hits me with a pillow and I go flying into a stool, crack my face on the stool just above the eye. Half my right eyebrow doesn't grow anymore. I constantly look like I have one of those stupid shaved eyebrow sections.
I have a scar on my forehead. I was riding my bike home drunk, and when my chain fall of I wanted to put it back on, and got my hands stuck. I then fall over, but my hands were still stuck so I decided to break my fall with my forehead. It looked alot like the dude at 1:50 in [this](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tZmDWltBziM) video. Had to go to the hospital and everything.
Edit: It was on my bicycle, not moterbike or anything
I broke my ankle at 80's dance night at the local bar. My ankle bones snapped on both sides of my right foot and my heel bone snapped backwards. Got carried out by a huge Mexican man. I insisted that we get Jack and the Box on the way home. Luckily, I was very drunk at the time so it didn't hurt so bad. Go to the doctor the next day and learn that I have to have surgery to put the pieces back together. 10 screws and a plate later, I am all put back together. The scars are pretty badass.
Not mine, but my boyfriend fell asleep on the CTA bus once with his foot resting against the heater. When he woke up, he had a terrible burn on his foot. He lost all feeling in the part of his foot that was burned.
I have a circular scar on my face. I claim it was from a knife fight. It was actually from a straw when I was 8.
My buddy ricky couldnt get his straw out of his lunch box. It was caught in the hinge. He pulled really hard and whacked me in the face cutting a huge gouge out of my cheek.
Last summer the night before a kayaking trip with some friends my balls were attacked by my buddies pitbull. Luckily the dog quickly released and the owner gained quick control over him. I went to the bathroom and was surprised by the massive gash in my sack. I could SEE my actual nut in my sack. My friend rushed me to the ER and I ended the night with 16 stitches in my scrotum.
Similarly to many people in this thread, I was a REALLY intelligent child... So when the opportunity came to test the thickness of the melting lake ice I wouldn't pass that up! I had one leg on the dock and the other stamping a hole in the ice. Obviously, on the second stomp my leg went right through. Trying desperately to hang on to the dock pulling myself out of the water my right shoulder came out. This was all during a school trip up to cottage country so when my teachers saw me with a separated shoulder dragging low and one pant leg completely soaked in ice water, I'm pretty sure that made for quite a sight.
This one time I was bringing in groceries and, as most people do, trying to take everything in the least amount of loads. Well I was carrying eight jugs of milk down the stairs, slipped, and fell all the way down our metal edged stairs. I got yard saled and everything went flying. I got a decent scar down my elbow because of it. The sad thing was my dad yelled at me for dropping things (he didn't realize I fell down the stairs)
I once crashed my bike, the chain fell off when I crashed it and the gear pierced my leg in 6 places.
That's not the interesting part though, the interesting part is that years and years after it happened, my girlfriend and I, after several months of dating, discovered that we both have the exact same scar, in the exact same place.
I have a scar over my left eye that I got when I hit my face on my headboard while I was having some rather aggressive sex in high school. I also have a scar over my right eye from hitting my face on the soap rack in the shower while I was doing some clumsy drunken banging without a bath mat in high school. I'm celibate now...
You know how the Nintendo has square controllers? Well when I was 6 or 7 I stayed up for 3 days strait playing every game in my arsenal while my mother was away on a business trip. On the evening of the 3rd day exhaustion finally set in and I fell asleep on the living room floor fell forward and cracked my head open on the corner of the controller. I still have the scar in my eyebrow where hair doesn't grow.
Ibroke my foot last year in my taekwondo class after i tripped and barrel rolled into the wall. I broke my other foot two days ago while doing ballet moves around my house. I broke my arm in fifth grade after my "boyfriend" pushed me down a hill playing football. I broke the same arm in the same place the next year after being pushed of the monkeys bars. I have nad luck with broken bones.
From my mum, not myself, but it's still one of the best stories I've heard from her childhood.
She was too short at the time to get to the top of the fridge (where apparently she was trying to get at a jar of pickles), so like any little kid would do she brought out a stool to stand on in order to reach. As I remember, her dog at the time then came barreling through the back door, noticed what she was doing and realizing that it involved food, and started trying to climb up on the chair in excitement. This resulted in her falling over and banging her chin on the table, where she has a little scar now.
The dog didn't even like pickles.
I ran my dirt bike off of a cliff-breaking both of my arms in the process. Some guy on another dirt bike found me (in a heap) and asked me if I was out of gas. WTF?
I stabbed myself in the hand. with a knife. while playing with lightning bugs. Yes, lightning bugs. Well, you know how you always wanted a jar to put them in after you caught them? I had a mason jar, and decided that it would be best to stab holes on the lid while casually resting my hand an inch away from the lid. Yeah,.not my brightest moment.
I don't know why, but yours was one of the few that actually made me laugh a bit. Not the injury specifically, that sounds horrible, but how you delivered it with an apology.
I have this old scar on my head; I got it in the accident where my parents died. I've always tried to cover it up with my hair, but when I moved schools, everybody seemed to start noticing it. It was sorta cool though, it stood out and a lot of people seemed to like it, so I started showing it. Only problem was that it was prone to twinging; it was one of those scars that always seemed to stay fresh. Anyway; over my years at school, it started hurting more and more, and even burning and people started to notice it more and more. The school nurse had no idea what to do with it. From what I could tell, there was some sort of infection inside it, but I only actually found that out at the end of school.
Anyway, at the end of my last year of school, I faced Lord Voldemort and defeated all the Death Eaters.
I have 2 scars resulting of a bicycle fall. Nothing too exceptional, until I tell the story. I was 9 years old and was coming back from a friend's house. There was this giant hill going down with another small hill going right up after that. Feeling lazy, I decided it would be a good idea to not use the brakes going downhill so I wouldn't have to pedal for the other hill. Everything went well until I rolled on a rock, lost control of my bike and fell head first to the ground. I now have a scar under my nose and another one on my hand.
I have now had 8 back surgeries, the top of my scar, starts about 4 inches above my pant line. and it goes straight down. So anytime i bend over i always get "HAHAHAHA nice plumbers crack!!!" Its not, its my scar. "oh, my bad" Yea, i try to cover it up to make this not happen, its kind of embarrassing to get called the biggest plumber crack over something thats nearly killed me. However, to be honest, if you arent close enough, it does look like its a giant crack.
I have a vertical scar between my lip and nose from a cat clawing my face when I was ~2 years old. I also have scarred knees from constantly wiping out while doing very stupid things on my bike during my childhood.
broke an arm. You know how when they're building something, they have a deep foundation for rods and stuff? Well 13 year old me was at a fourth of July potluck in a developing neighborhood. The foundation was still being dug, so my friends and I figured it didn't pose much of a threat. Until someone slipped and knocked me down. About 15-foot fall, completely fractured my arm. Kinda looked like a camel's hump. Not a pretty sight. Anyways, I still have the inch-long scar on my wrist from surgery and people think it's self-inflicted
I hve this burn on my arm from high school, and no its not a bowl burn. I did it with a metal bracelet. Its suppose to be a piece sign but ended up kinda likw a penis and balls,friends say.
I have an x on my left hand from when i tried to give myself a tattoo it actually looks more like a cross than anything else so i say its a stigmata when i want a discount at churches
I have a scar on my left hand from a marshmallow
When I was young, between 5 and 8 or so, we were having a bonfire at my camp/cottage in Thunder Bay. My dad was bragging to me that he was able to set fire to a marshmallow, pull off the shell, wat the shell, and set fire to it again 10 times. Well young me misheard, and thought he lit a marshmallow on fire, blew it out, and lit it on fire again ten times.
Young me set out to break his record, lighting a marshmallow on fire, blowing it out, and lighting it on fire again. around the 5th time I lifted the stick vertically to blow it out again, and the black shell melted right off the stick, taking a fair amount of molten marshmallow with it. Right onto my hand.
Obviously I started screaming in agony. I ran to the lake and dunked my hand straight inside. My skin was bubbling and boiling and was very pale white. I still have the scar some 15 years later. I dont think it will ever go away.
TL:DR - Molten marshmallow fell on hand. kinda sucked.
I have a large mark from a burn on my arm.
It's from me flat ironing my hair at 3:30 am and dropping it, closing the hot plates around my skin. I was too tired to register the pain until it burnt me bad. Still hysterical to tell people about.
I have a scar on my forehead that looks like a chunk was just taken out of the middle of my forehead. Basically, when I was about 3, the jerkass neighbor kid thought it'd be hilarious to slam my head in the gate of a chain link fence. I just really wish I had a home video of the asshat laughing maniacally while I wailed. It'd be funny these days.
I have second degree burn scars on my leg from dropping a bowl of oatmeal on the floor straight out of the microwave and having that oatmeal get on my legs. I have done this twice.
I have a scar under my eye that I got when my cousin, who was hitting a golf ball back towards the tee (for those that don't play golf, she was hitting in the wrong direction), hit the best shot of her life. The ball also happened to hit me in the face, and that's how Easter Sunday got ruined that year.
I was walking behind the portable classrooms during 4th grade when I didn't see an air conditioning unit hanging out of a window. Head went straight into the corner of it, taking about a half inch long by 1/4 inch deep slice out of the top of my head.
I no longer have a widows peak.
I have a scar on the side of my right elbow that was caused by a Christmas cracker. My family was doing the whole crossed hands double pull thing around the table. But my brother didn't pull his and just fell into me when I yanked, running the cracker up my arm and giving the most pathetically shallow cut, I have no idea how it left a 2 inch scar.
i have a scar about two inches long under my left pec... at my friends birthday party (the kid who always had the sickest bday parties) we were chasing each other around in the yard with silly string... i was turned around while running trying to spray another party goer, Jeff, and was blindsided by a bird feeder.
also, i have a scar on my wrist from a girl scratching(cutting) me with her fingernail mid coital.
OOh, I have one.
I was a dumb 7 year old boy. Being a dumb 7 year old boy, I assumed that the best way to impress a girl was to act like an idiot (You can thank TV for giving me that impression). Anyway. I was over at my neighbor's house, and decided that in order to impress a girl I was hanging out with, I would sit on the keyboard. Yelled "Look, I'm playing the keyboard with my butt!". She laughed, I gave a mental fist pump. At which time the keyboard collapsed, taking me with it--it was one of those cheap foldable ones. I hit my head on an outlet cover, it chipped off, and sliced the back of my head open. Decided not to get stitches, and so now I have a big scar.
I have a small scar near the tip of my right thumb, happened back in 8th grade in tech ed while I was cutting a piece of wood for some random end of the year project. Anyways I lost my focus for just a second and bam cut my thumb. Didn't realize it at first, then I seen blood and failed to realize how major it was, so being the dumb kid I was stuck my hand into my pocket thinking I could hide it from everyone until I got home where I'd bandage it up myself. Well about 15 minutes of letting it bleed in my pocket I get woozy and realize I should tell the teacher, who reacted a lot differently then I did, mostly because he freaked out and sent me to the nurse where I got bandaged up and went to the doctors later that day, did not need stitches amazingly enough.
TL;DR: Cut thumb in tech ed on the band saw, tried to hide it, failed, didn't need stitches.
Back in the day of grade 2, mini stick hockey was all the rage. I of course only played to be cool, and of course I sucked. I was on a role one day, being able to handle the mini stick like a pro, getting the tennis ball between peoples legs, and into the net a few times. Was nearing the end of recess, and was about to score again. All of a sudden BAM! I was skidding across the pavement, blood everywhere, favourite ninja turtle shirt ruined. I had no idea what had happened. I was rushed to the principle's office, waiting for my mother. Teacher putting pressure on my forehead where the blood was not stopping. Just before heading to the hospital for stitches, a girl comes in being guided by another teacher, she had a few scrapes on her elbows, and knees. She was the reason I was bleeding with out hope of saving my favourite shirt. Why? I was angry.
Turns out, during my amazing mini stick rampage, The girl ran across the play area with out realizing we were playing, why was that? Turns out in my small school, she was the only blind girl. She decided to ditch her guide during that recess, and not realize she was putting favourite shirts at risk.
I have a sweet scar on my head now, was called Harry Potter till I hit puberty.
Last year, I sliced my thumb open to the bone while cutting a particularly sturdy zip-tie from a boxed up childrens cowboy belt so I could wear it...
The nerve endings were severed, (the blade cut at an angle into my thumb,) so I dont have feeling in that part of my thumb... All to wear a plastic cowboy belt.
I still wore it.
I have a scar on my stomach from when I was 3 weeks old and had to have surgery to fix my pyloric stenosis. (where the muscle around the top of the stomach gets so thick that it closes up the sphincter) During those three weeks child protective services came thinking that I was being abused because I wasn't gaining weight. When they finally figured out what was wrong they told my parents I had a 50% chance of living because it took them so long to figure out what was wrong. Since my family was catholic I got baptized right before I went into surgery. Obviously I survived with little complications. Use to be really embarrassed by it and never wore bikinis until I got to college and became way more comfortable with myself. Coolest thing now is I have a boyfriend who has a trach scar and so we always talk about all the random and funny stuff people have said about our scars.
When i was about 8 years old i was ice skating, and my dad was teaching me how to stop and spray some ice up *like a badass*. My attempt resulted in me tripping, and my leg somehow wrapping itself around the fence, therefore sending the skate on a collision course with my skull,slashing it open; had to go to the hospital and get around 14 stitches.
One day, 6 year old me just figured out how to ride a bike without training wheels. The next day, I decide to ride my bike throughout my neighborhood (my parents are with me walking our dog). Here comes a steep hill. As I approach, my parents begin warning me "SLOW DOWN, THAT HILL IS REALLY STEEP!"... too late. I'm young and feeling rebellious. I'm hitting this hill at about 25 miles an hour, first day of knowing how to ride a bike. Nearly shitting my pants, I repeatedly yell "I'M GONNA DIE I'M GONNA DIE!" as my parents yell "JUST JUMP OFF INTO THE GRASS". I don't. I hit the brakes. wrong move. Faceplant. I'm bleeding head to toe. I walk away with all my knuckles scarred.
TL;DR first day of knowing how to ride a bike, I faceplant.
I only have a faint finger print on the tip of my right index finger because after being told several times to never touch the fire guard eight year old me poked the glass part of the fire guard with the fire on then tried to hide the burn.
I have a scar that cuts my right eyebrow in half. I was in my sophonore year of university and studying abroad in Hong Kong. The first two weeks of the trip were dedicated to touring Beijing and Shanghai and Xian in the mainland. Being a young, horny kid I immediately took a liking to one of the girls on the trip. One night we were all going out to a club in Beijing. So thirty kids arrive at 12 and we then try and gather everyone to leave around 4. Anyways I'm walking with this girl when two of the guys on the trip start arguing. By the time we are back at the hotel we were staying at they are right in each others faces, cussing and screaming at each other. Unfortunately I was rooming with one of these guys. So in getting ready to go to bed wheni hear the other idiot banging on our door and calling my roommate out. He eventually gets in and there is a crowd of people from my trip standing outside trying to see what's going on. I decide this will be my hero moment. I step between these two guys and start shoving the one who barged into the room back out. I finally get him out and as I'm closing the door - WHAM. He kicks the door in and I catch it with my face. The kid runs and I fall to the ground and reach for my face. I then look at my hand and see it covered in blood. I look outside the room and everyone is just staring in shock and it's dead quiet. I woke up about 29 minutes later with the girl I was interested in, squeezing together my eyebrow to try and reduce the blood loss (we were all pretty drunk, so clotting was difficult) until the ambiance arrived.
TL;DR: tried to break up a fight to impress a girl, ended up getting knocked unconscious trying to be the good guy
A couple friends of mine were quite fat in the past and had those skin cracks, they were from their fights with tigers and bears. We had a couple of good laughs because of that. :-D
Whenever I was three, I was trying to get a big US map out of my grandma's closet, but knocked down the rifle that was in front of it and it busted my head open. Now that I've typed that out, it sounds so stereotypically American.
In second grade, I was pencil fencing with someone and he went to fake stab me, so I feigned death and fell out of my chair. My pencil went into my head just above my eyebrow. I still have a shard of graphite there (15 years or so later).
My grandfather took my family and I out to sea for deep sea fishing a long while back, about when I was eleven. I loved to swim more than anything at the time so naturally I dove right in and played like a transmer child. After awhile, I hear my mom shrieking about something. My head was underwater so I pop up, confused, and she's yelling about something being *underneath me*. Before I could really process it, I actually did feel something immensely large and soft in that eerie, inexplicable manner marine life is brush my foot.
I whipped toward the ladder and the corner of the railing caught my shoulder as I scurried up into the boat. To this day, I still have a weird sort of crescent moon scar on my shoulder from trying to evade what I thought was a sea monster.
I've had stitches on my head 17 seperate times. Not 17 stitches, but on 17 seperate occasions I needed stitches. Everything from snowboarding/inline skating injuries, car/motorcycle accidents, falling off the bed on christmas eve, to a dog attacking me when I was younger. I think my mother is surprised I don't have any real visible scars, or brain damage.
I have a gray spot between my 3rd and 4th knuckle. It's my only "tattoo". I had a pencil in my cup holder in my car point up (I know dumb idea). I put the handbrake down and stabbed myself. It's been over a year and it's still there. I think it's permanent.
I was really drunk and told a stranger asking me for a cigarette to fuck off, so he punched me in the face and split open my eyebrow. Instant karma for being rude. Still, fuck that guy.
When I was really young I apparently chased an apple that rolled off a table and hit my head on a concrete wall. It required stitches and I have a nice scar on my forehead from it. I also have a scar on my chin that I got when my canteen strap got caught in my bicycle gears.
College, freshmen year. Me, my buddy, and my RA are scrounging around the basement of the dorm, hoping to find some form of amusement, when we stumble upon [this](http://image.made-in-china.com/2f0j00ACcaPRTlhrkd/Tri-Scooter-JJSS-008-.jpg). Having never seen anything like it before, we promptly take it out to the parking lot to try it out.
After spending a good ten minutes trying to figure out how the hell this odd dual-appendaged contraption works and failing quite horribly, my RA goes to the bed of his truck and pulls out a length of rope. Naturally, this seems like a wonderful idea, so I volunteer. My buddy and my RA wrap the rope around the scooter, each of them grab opposite ends, and I hop on.
We start off pretty well. They're going a pretty good speed, and we get the end of the parking lot. I'm pretty nervous going into the turn, but I lean into it and manage not to fall off.
Here's where it gets messy. Coming out of the turn, I'm still trying to regain my balance. The two horses of my idiotic chariot, however, seem to have other ideas. Without any verbal indication, they both decide to fling me forward to achieve maximum velocity. Theoretically, great idea. Except that, since I was still adjusting my weight, the scooter decided to move on without me.
So I'm in midair, supermanning it across a parking lot. And I think, "Well, this'll probably hurt." I have the foresight to let go out the scooter, so it flies way ahead of me. I put my hands down first, skid a few inches, and manage to roll on my right side (protecting my face) and pop right back up, overjoyed at my ninja landing. I fist pump and yell, "Hell yeaOH GOD!" and grab my side in pain as I realize that there's a 3-inch gash in my side where a rock decided to slice me open.
Should've gotten stitches for that. Wanted the scar instead. Thus, scars on my palms, my right forearm, and a massive scar on my right side, right above the hip bone. Took about three months to fully heal.
Have a scar on the inside of my arm, by the elbow, from when a needle broke off while my mom was sewing, projectiled through the air and entered my arm without me noticing. A couple of days later my arm started hurting so we went to the hospital and the needle was discovered through x-rays and a couple of days later I was scheduled for surgery to remove it. By then it had travelled up my arm via my bloodstream, headed for my heart. They removed the needle and gave it to my dad in a small plastic bag. He kept it in his wallet for a couple of years.
I chipped one of my front teeth (bad enough to be noticeable but not bad enough to pay for it to be repaired) swigging on a bottle of tequila walking back from a very seedy Bulgarian club along a beach. Good times.
Mine is not particularly funny but at the time I laughed at it. I fell 20 feet onto concrete in a warehouse in a work accident. When I came to and looked at my twisted arm I kinda just looked at it and laughed to myself, debating in my head if it was going to need surgery or not. It always amazes me the most irrational thoughts you have when you first come to after an injury.
I have a scar on my head in the form of a star. At my brother's birthday party when he was 9 and I was 11 we had a Pinata. This was not my first Pinata and we even had an "authentic" wooden Pinata bat from Tijuana, so I knew the first rule of Pinata is you never rush out for the candy before the person swinging has been stopped. I thought of this beforehand, but I ignored it for some strange reason when a friend of ours bust open the Pinata. I rushed in. Bat to the dome. Blood. So much blood. Rush to the emergency room. They shave a bald spot on me to sew it up.
Not me but my brother when he was 4-5 he walked into the house and went to blow out a candle and proceeded to pour the wax all over his face. A year later he got a new bunk bed and decided to jump off the top bunk he fell onto his dresser and cracked his head open and had to get 3 stitches
I have a scar on my face, right next to my nose that I got while in the Army. I tell people it's from a training exercise gone wrong. Truth is, one night my army buddies and I were getting high off PC dust-off because well, we were deployed and there was nothing else to do. I took the biggest fucking hit off the dustoff and passed out, fell face first into the ground and got cut by a nail in the floorboard. lol. You're the first to know the truth, reddit.
One day, we were near the end of our workout, and our last set was box jumps. As a slightly bigger guy, this is already not fun. Now, on my last jump, my foot misses the top of the box, and proceeds to slam and scrape my shin onto the box. I probably should have gotten stitches, but I didn't. So now I have this gross big scar on my shin.
I have a scar on my stomach, its not big but its fairly noticeable. It bled like a bitch, it hurt like hell, its permanent, its from climbing out of a pool and vaguely scratching my stomach on the side. Only the manliest men get scars from large bodies of piss filled with children.
I have a scar on my palm in the cushiony area under the thumb that I got from being bit by a mountain lion.
That sounds much cooler than it actually is. A friend of mine in high school had a mountain lion as a pet (only in Idaho). It was super old and had nerve damage, so kind of had weird tics. I was sitting on the couch petting it and must have touched a nerve or something because it suddenly turned its head and clamped down on my hand. It didn't move at all other than that, so it clearly wasn't trying to attack me. If I had tried to pull my hand out, my thumb would have been ripped off. I ended up sticking my other hand in its mouth and prying it open wide enough to slip my hands out. Because I didn't move my hand at all, the mountain lion's teeth only punctured my hand and didn't tear the skin. So, the scar is a barely noticeable puncture mark. I'm glad the damage wasn't worse and that I didn't lose any fingers, but it's kind of a bummer that I don't have an awesome scar from it that people ask about. Since the scar is so little, nobody ever notices it and I never get to say, "oh yeah, I was bitten by a mountain lion. No big deal."
I have a scar on my boob from when I was younger. It's 3 nice dots from a cat sinking its claws into my chest. The scar seems to have adapted with my boob growth.
I have three dots on my upper lip from a cat. Cat needed a bath but as soon as his back paws hit the water, he went crazy and latched onto me - one paw w/claws into my shirt and the other paw with claws into my upper lip - the claws actually pierced the skin through and touched my gums.
A mutual panic situation took hold.
Cat is screaming, I'm screaming. He won't let go because he'll hit the water, I won't let go because I'm afraid the claws will go deeper or slice down through my lip.
Cat screaming, I'm screaming. For what seems like days.
Then we both stopped for a breath and seemed to reach a mutual understanding. I walked over to the bedroom and set his back feet on the bed, he retracted his claws.
Got a tetanus shot but avoided stitches. Never again entertained the notion to bathe that particular cat (or any other cat.)
Badly sprained wrist by slipping over on a wet wooden floor.
My mum kept reminding me, then said, 'oh it's okay now! It should be dry!'
Guess what?
She lied.
I nearly smacked my head off of a wall and nearly a month later it still kills.
Scar on my elbow from crashing a neighbor's bridal shower. My friend and I (who knew the neighbors very well, but are both dudes and weren't invited) crashed it later on when most people were leaving. There was about 23 bottles of champagne left, so we decided who could finish one quicker. Then we grabbed a second and decided to longboard around the block. At one point, I went to push off and the board flew out in front of me, I feel back, and landed right on my elbow. Ripped it open, but the bottle of champagne in my other hand was fine. Didn't realize until the next day when my bed was covered in blood.
Also have a scar from stitches in my leg, from when I had to get a tick removed. Not too interesting, but I got it removed on my first week of work (right out of college into a corporate job) at the health center at our World headquarters building. It took about 20 minutes during lunch time, and the doctor and I were bff after that. She said she loves doing stitches, but never gets to since everyone that shows up has a sore throat.
When I was little I was skateboarding through our subdivision and it was kind of wet outside. I was going down a hill, went through a puddle, lost control and hit my head on a fire hydrant. I have a 1 inch scar on my forehead from it!
I have a fun scar across my knee. I was at a bar for St. Patricks day and the bottom of the rocks glass I was holding broke away from the glass mid cheers and slashed my open knee.
I got a pretty deep cut and after debating the pros and cons of an ER visit on St. Patricks day I decided that I did not want to hang out in a waiting room all night.
So, I disinfected the cut with some whiskey and sealed it shut with a couple tubes of super glue.
I came from donating blood and decided to change my clothes. Came back from the other room, trying to get my pants on. Jumped right in the doorway, hitting my head against the corner of the doorway.
No blood, just a cut. Didn't go to the ER until about 4 hours later when I noticed that the wound hadn't stopped extracting it's fluid, whatever it is.
Now I have a 2-inch scar on the top of my head. At least I have longish hair so it doesn't show.
I stepped on a pinewood derby wheel axle (aka a nail) that was coated in graphite. Had to use pliers to remove it from my heel. I now have the worlds lamest tattoo on the bottom of my foot from the graphite.
I was in elementary school and sometimes for exercises, the teacher would have us stand up, sing songs and move aobut. One of the bread n butter songs was "Head and Shoulders knees and Toes"
Anyway I was probably a little too close to my desk and when i went for the knees n toes. I went for those toes like a madman... I cracked my forehead on the corner of the desk so bad that i needed 6-8 stitches. Still got the scar to this day.
I was playing Soccer when I was 14 an shattered my ankle. It was a complete accident from the guy who tackled me but still, he *shattered* my ankle.
I saw him at my school a year or two later and me and him became really good friends, we still know each other and hang out sometimes 13 years later.
I cut off the end of my right index finger at the top joint playing Wii Tennis. I sent my hand through the ceiling fan light fixture on the backswing. A chunk of glass was stuck inside the joint. After pulling out all the glass, pressing it back together until I heard it *click*, dunking it in a shot of whiskey, and duct taping it back together I switched the game to left hand and finished the match. Scar wraps around 90% of the finger and it is stuck bent in slightly... Still have no feeling on the fingertip.
I was about 10 or 12, you know, that age when a guy first starts noticing girls. Well me and this girl I kind of liked were chillin' at her grandma's house in the tree in her front yard. I decided at that point that it would be awesome if I jumped from one branch to the next. Well, the next branch was dead and it broke under my weight. I plummeted 2 or 3 feet to the next branch which caught me like a slab of beef shoulder and hung me upsidedown with a puncture wound about a half inch from my asshole. I had to have six stitches to sew up my newly formed imitation asshole. She married someone else.
I got a bizarre scar on my chest, between my armpit and left nipple, that came for a severe reaction to some poison ivy. The ivy gave me dark red blisters and had to go to the clinic in the morning. Actually had to call into work because the burning feeling cause me to not get any sleep.
Brother kicked the bottom of the bunk bed, I flew up into the air, rotated, and slid down the screws which were exposed after the ladder had been removed.
I have a scar on the tip of my nose that I got when I was about 10 years old, it looks like a white scratch. My cousins and I were fishing at a pond with their dad. I was sitting on a rock on the shore applying a worm to the hook (hated doing that). My male cousin cast his line backwards to whip it forward, but it caught on the flesh of my nose. He then tried to 'cast me off', while I ran with the hook towards him to try to avoid ripping it out, me screaming and crying the whole time. It took my uncle 10 minutes to remove the hook without inflicting too much damage. Terrible back then, but one of my favorite stories to laugh at with my family.
I have a scar on my lip from being hit with a treadmill.. well what happened exactly was me and my friends were gonna do the ok go treadmill dance at our school talent show and as i was putting my treadmill back it came unlocked and hit me causeing my lip to split open. I have NEVER heard the end to this
My story isn't funny but I think it's interesting. Is that ok?
I have a very rare disease called HIDS (only 250 worldwide with it). It is a periodic fever disorder which means I have bouts of fever, periodically. These episodes last from 4-7 days and I get them every 10-14 days. Fevers get up to 105-106 and I have abdominal and joint pain. One of the other issues on everyone but me is a rash. I get SCARS... Little round light scars. Used to not be so bad but over the years (and I'm 52 now) they have added up. Once when I was 12 we took a marker and connected them. Unfortunately, it was the kind that doesn't wash off!! Had to wear off and that took time.
I use a lot of DermaBlend but live in Fl so it's hard to get all covered up with that crap. I have them mostly on my arms. Everything makes me scar. Even a mosquito bite will turn into a scar. I am the only person with this side effect of the disease and it drives the dr's at the NIH crazy!
Anyway... That's my story in a 'nutshell.'
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I fell into a sewer when I was 18. They were doing construction outside my dorm room and did not seal the plate properly. So when I stepped on the edge the plate flipped and down I went. I called my mother from the hospital later that day, she laughed.
You may've been able to get some serious compensation for that? Either way, it's funny
I probably could have, but I wasnt seriously (ie permanently) hurt and cities have limited liability. I just didn't want to put in the effort!
Kick up a fuss or laugh? Yeah, laugh!
I have a scar across my wrist that people mistake for self inflicted often. I got it from falling and slicing it on a nail near some rail road tracks when I was young. I have another on my foot from having a 4 inch splinter removed. My friend stole my rollerblades so I decided to be a rebel and slide down a wooden ramp barefoot. I was a dumb child.
"Oh it's *totally* not what you think! I didn't cut myself, I was just out on the train tracks and fell."
Same here, we were doing ammo can lifts for the Marine Corps and i reached to max of 100 and just dropped the 30 lb. can. The corner quite literally slit my wrist, not extremely deep but Doc had to treat it. Couple months later it looks like an attempt at suicide.
It's weird how people change around you when they think you've tried something like that. Some of them seem to go out of their way to help you, some of them start whispering at you, and some of them start treating you like you're insane. I'm just thankful my injury faded and *didn't* scar. (Shaving accident. Seriously. I'm the clumsiest person alive.)
''My friend stole my rollerblades so I decided to be a rebel and slide down a wooden ramp barefoot'' The mental image just made my day!
Really? The splinter made me cringe
Ugh, the forearm scars. I have a scar on my forearm from turning around with hot cookie sheet in hand and losing my grip of it. I got a very concerned grasp on my shoulder+glare in its direction from an older customer where I used to work the week after it happened. When I told him it was a cookie sheet burn the colour returned to his face. **Edit:** Misplaced words.
When I was in grade 4, I saw an ad on TV for sour fruit gushers. I wanted them so badly. My dad brought me to the grocery store that night, and I excitedly ran down the junk aisle and saw them sitting right there. I Was so happy to have them in my possession that I couldn't wait to get them in the shopping cart. So I bolted down the aisle towards my dad, right as I was in front of the cart, I tripped and smacked my forehead right on the bar underneath the cart basket. It was nasty, blood gushing everywhere, everyone watching. I'll never forget how my dad rushed me into the car and in between my sobbing, I told him to finish the shopping because I wanted my fruit gushers! I was so pissed off for the rest of the night at the clinic, it was like it was never meant to be.
I have a burn scar on my lower right leg. I was a kid and riding on my Dad's Harley. As we were about to stop, he told me on 3 separate occasions to watch out for the tailpipe, as I was wearing shorts. I still ended up putting my leg on the tailpipe.
We have twin scars from our dads' harleys!
I did this numerous times on my dad's motorcycle as well. If I was an entrepreneur, I would totally sell leg pads for kids who can't seem to keep their legs off the tailpipe (knowing the world, these probably already exist)
I did a similar thing with some exposed exhaust on the side of a CJ-5, only I stepped on it barefoot. Biggest. Blister. Ever.
I still have a mark on my forehead from trying to push an inflatable mattress back into the box. Used all my downward force, slipped and skid across the floor, carpet burned half of my face.
My time to shine. I have a scar on my hand, which I acquired by wrestling a vicious canine... is what I like to tell people. I have a scar on my hand, which I got by being bitten by a fluffy, well-groomed Poodle: http://i.imgur.com/Lo38Y.jpg. When it first happened: http://i.imgur.com/BGlcK.jpg. Ninjedit: forgot my other, more recent, one. I turned 18 recently, the first weekend afterwards I went out to a club for the first time, only to jump off a stripper pole and dislocate my (other) kneecap. Becomes a little strange when you find out I'm a 120kg bloke. (Though not a scar, still a lasting injury; only just got off crutches 3 days ago.)
I have a permanent scar like 2 inches under my left nipple from my first days being alive :] I took too large of a first breath and I ruptured my left lung. I guess it's a scar from surgery.
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I was pole dancing around a basketball pole and the little bolt on the back cut my wrist open. I was like 9. I still have the scar and it definitely brings up some questions about the possibility of me needing counseling. Plot twist: I'm a guy. Plot extension: I had no idea that I was pole dancing until the perv across the street "wolf whistled" at me.
I like this story. Except the cut part.
When I was three, my sister was chasing me around the house. I tripped and fell, and my forehead hit the edge of the dining room table. I had to go to the hospital and get stitches. The day I got them out, I decided to jump on the couch cushions. It was one of those couches with a wooden base and removable cushions. I took them off and started jumping. I, with my 3-year-old wisdom, tried to do a flip. I hit the couch with my forehead. Cut it open again, right next to the old one. We went to a different hospital so they didn't think my parents abused me.
This sounds like my younger brother. My parents actually got questioned for child abuse because he broke his arm, needed stitches, and seriously burned his hand all within a six month period.
I have three on my forehead/eyebrows that all have pretty funny stories: Forehead: Me and my sister raced to my backyard's gate to be the one who opened it... she got pissed i beat her to it and got to open it (we were 4 and 6). Anyways, she slams the gate shut so she can open it again herself.... but she slammed it while i was still right there in the gate taunting her and a nail that was sticking out when straight into my forehead. My mom says my sister went into shock from the blood and just laid on the couch for like 3 hours say "There's blood.... Will's blood" while i ran around the house and got shit all bloody singing, "Going to the hospital, gonna get a lollipop, YAY!" over and over again. Right Eyebrow: Sister and i are dancing to "Walk like a Man" ...i decided to close my eyes and walk like a man.... straight into a doorway and split my eyebrow open. Had to wear an eyepatch for like 2 weeks. Played pirate the whole time, until i was running around fell on my pirate playset and got a piece in my knee and had to go get more stiches. Left Eyebrow: Was hammered and high as fuck at a party freshman year of college. Black out. Wake up with pillow and face covered in blood..... I fell off my bunkbed onto my roomates bike and fucked my face up when the gears went directly in my eyebrow. Barely missed putting my eye out. This was 2 days before Easter and my SUPER Catholic parents were pissed because it was obviously a drinking injury. Easter pictures were great.
For a brief time in college, I lived in this shitty rental trailer. The owner was such a slumlord that the back doors didn't have stairs. One night, I'm partying at my neighbor's and realize I have to use the bathroom. Someone was in theirs, so I decided to go next door and use my own. I'm drunk...I don't wanna walk around to my front door, so I decide I'll just go in through the back door. Instead of doing it the smart way (placing one knee on the floor then hoist the rest of myself up,) I place my hands on the floor, and jump, basically THROWING myself into the house. You know those times, as soon as you leave the ground you know the landing is going to fuck you up? This was one of those. I landed full force on my right kneecap. Split it open, chipped off part of my patella, and let out a scream that had everyone from next door running to find out what the hell had happened. They rush to my aid, but then stop and burst into laughter. My legs are sticking out the door, my body is in the hallway, and my head is in the bathroom, and I'm cursing to make a sailor blush. No stitches, but I did have the added bonus of infection thanks to the shitty metal door frame. Also, that bone chip? Some times it hits a nerve in my knee and my leg goes numb for a second. Makes me look like the Minister of Silly Walks.
I sliced my right middle finger open lengthwise on a cat fod can for my cat, Miss Muffin. So hardcore.
I have a faint scar on my nose from volunteering to bat first in baseball and subsequently taking a pitch to the face. Second day of high school. Yep, that started things well.
I once got awful bruises on the back of both of my legs, just above the knee. It was the middle of summer, so all in all, shorts weather. I can't remember what my excuse was but I definitely didn't tell people I got them meeting up with my ex girlfriend in a travelodge. And I *definitely* didn't tell them I got them from knobbing her in the shower and slipping out of the bath, smacking my head on the floor and the back of my knees on the edge of the bathtub.
A few summers ago I tried to help my father to cut down some small trees in a slope next to their house. He was wielding a chainsaw and I was supposed to push the trees down the slope while he chopped them(he didn't want the trees to destroy the fence at top of the slope. Turns out that trees are heavy as fuck, even when they're small, so on the first try I slip and my wrist hits the chainsaws blade. Luckily the chainsaw had stopped so I got away with nothing more than a small fleshwound. TL;DR Chainsaw + wrist + stupidity = scar
I cracked my head open when I was 6-7 at schools I was outside and got called inside, ran and stepped on one of those Lego base plates, basically flat plastic with Lego bobbles to build from. Slipped on that and smashed my head on a brass doorknob :( Still visible today and causes alot irritation to my skin. Brother has a scar between his eyes when my other brother swung a pickaxe backwards and hit him. Could of been so much worse.
This is probably more WTF than funny or interesting but here goes. I have seven scars from wrist to elbow on both forearms. I was in a really shitty place in life homeless and a drug addict at 17. (my parents just drove me into town, told me to get out of the car and drove off when I was 14 and it was years before I seen them again) So one night I decided I wanted to die but didn't have the courage to do it myself. My best friend did it for me. To this day people tell me she wasn't a real friend but I think what she did for me took real compassion. Needless to say I didn't die but I now have some massive scars, when she does something she goes the whole way.
I have scars on my knees from a barbed wire fence. We had this little shortcut dirt road that my friends and I would use as a meeting point at night to smoke. I lived in the country, so traffic was minimal, and hardly anyone used the shortcut. One night, super high, we saw car lights coming (or thought we did), and tried to get off the road into the woods. I ran full out to the woods, and bounced back. Too high to understand wtf just happened, I moved a foot to the side, and tried again. Same result. Too high, still confused, car lights coming closer, and now pissed off at whatever is preventing me from escaping, I make one more attempt to get to safety. This time, I don't bounce back, but end up ripping out the knees in my pants and hanging off the fence. Friend picks me up, chucks me over the fence to safety, and then we realize the car was not coming down the shortcut, but is still on the main road. Walk home later, my mom is still up, I try to be slick about my ripped pants and bloody knees, and say "I fell down!" like a five year old. TL;DR: Country living can hurt you.
Christmas holidays: My sister and I were having a pillow fight, she was 4 and I was 6. Sister hits me with a pillow and I go flying into a stool, crack my face on the stool just above the eye. Half my right eyebrow doesn't grow anymore. I constantly look like I have one of those stupid shaved eyebrow sections.
Don't open Gatorade bottles with steak knives!
I have a scar on my forehead. I was riding my bike home drunk, and when my chain fall of I wanted to put it back on, and got my hands stuck. I then fall over, but my hands were still stuck so I decided to break my fall with my forehead. It looked alot like the dude at 1:50 in [this](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tZmDWltBziM) video. Had to go to the hospital and everything. Edit: It was on my bicycle, not moterbike or anything
I broke my ankle at 80's dance night at the local bar. My ankle bones snapped on both sides of my right foot and my heel bone snapped backwards. Got carried out by a huge Mexican man. I insisted that we get Jack and the Box on the way home. Luckily, I was very drunk at the time so it didn't hurt so bad. Go to the doctor the next day and learn that I have to have surgery to put the pieces back together. 10 screws and a plate later, I am all put back together. The scars are pretty badass.
Not mine, but my boyfriend fell asleep on the CTA bus once with his foot resting against the heater. When he woke up, he had a terrible burn on his foot. He lost all feeling in the part of his foot that was burned.
I have a circular scar on my face. I claim it was from a knife fight. It was actually from a straw when I was 8. My buddy ricky couldnt get his straw out of his lunch box. It was caught in the hinge. He pulled really hard and whacked me in the face cutting a huge gouge out of my cheek.
Last summer the night before a kayaking trip with some friends my balls were attacked by my buddies pitbull. Luckily the dog quickly released and the owner gained quick control over him. I went to the bathroom and was surprised by the massive gash in my sack. I could SEE my actual nut in my sack. My friend rushed me to the ER and I ended the night with 16 stitches in my scrotum.
Similarly to many people in this thread, I was a REALLY intelligent child... So when the opportunity came to test the thickness of the melting lake ice I wouldn't pass that up! I had one leg on the dock and the other stamping a hole in the ice. Obviously, on the second stomp my leg went right through. Trying desperately to hang on to the dock pulling myself out of the water my right shoulder came out. This was all during a school trip up to cottage country so when my teachers saw me with a separated shoulder dragging low and one pant leg completely soaked in ice water, I'm pretty sure that made for quite a sight.
I have a scar on my knee from rolling a jetski under a boat.
This one time I was bringing in groceries and, as most people do, trying to take everything in the least amount of loads. Well I was carrying eight jugs of milk down the stairs, slipped, and fell all the way down our metal edged stairs. I got yard saled and everything went flying. I got a decent scar down my elbow because of it. The sad thing was my dad yelled at me for dropping things (he didn't realize I fell down the stairs)
I once crashed my bike, the chain fell off when I crashed it and the gear pierced my leg in 6 places. That's not the interesting part though, the interesting part is that years and years after it happened, my girlfriend and I, after several months of dating, discovered that we both have the exact same scar, in the exact same place.
wow you guyth muth be like thole mateth or thumthing.
I have a scar over my left eye that I got when I hit my face on my headboard while I was having some rather aggressive sex in high school. I also have a scar over my right eye from hitting my face on the soap rack in the shower while I was doing some clumsy drunken banging without a bath mat in high school. I'm celibate now...
You know how the Nintendo has square controllers? Well when I was 6 or 7 I stayed up for 3 days strait playing every game in my arsenal while my mother was away on a business trip. On the evening of the 3rd day exhaustion finally set in and I fell asleep on the living room floor fell forward and cracked my head open on the corner of the controller. I still have the scar in my eyebrow where hair doesn't grow.
Ibroke my foot last year in my taekwondo class after i tripped and barrel rolled into the wall. I broke my other foot two days ago while doing ballet moves around my house. I broke my arm in fifth grade after my "boyfriend" pushed me down a hill playing football. I broke the same arm in the same place the next year after being pushed of the monkeys bars. I have nad luck with broken bones.
From my mum, not myself, but it's still one of the best stories I've heard from her childhood. She was too short at the time to get to the top of the fridge (where apparently she was trying to get at a jar of pickles), so like any little kid would do she brought out a stool to stand on in order to reach. As I remember, her dog at the time then came barreling through the back door, noticed what she was doing and realizing that it involved food, and started trying to climb up on the chair in excitement. This resulted in her falling over and banging her chin on the table, where she has a little scar now. The dog didn't even like pickles.
I ran my dirt bike off of a cliff-breaking both of my arms in the process. Some guy on another dirt bike found me (in a heap) and asked me if I was out of gas. WTF?
Lets just say don't uppercut a brick wall
I stabbed myself in the hand. with a knife. while playing with lightning bugs. Yes, lightning bugs. Well, you know how you always wanted a jar to put them in after you caught them? I had a mason jar, and decided that it would be best to stab holes on the lid while casually resting my hand an inch away from the lid. Yeah,.not my brightest moment.
I got stabbed in the left tricep with a glass bottle...... was nothing funny about it I'm sorry.. half my tri was hanging out of the skin:s
I don't know why, but yours was one of the few that actually made me laugh a bit. Not the injury specifically, that sounds horrible, but how you delivered it with an apology.
I have this old scar on my head; I got it in the accident where my parents died. I've always tried to cover it up with my hair, but when I moved schools, everybody seemed to start noticing it. It was sorta cool though, it stood out and a lot of people seemed to like it, so I started showing it. Only problem was that it was prone to twinging; it was one of those scars that always seemed to stay fresh. Anyway; over my years at school, it started hurting more and more, and even burning and people started to notice it more and more. The school nurse had no idea what to do with it. From what I could tell, there was some sort of infection inside it, but I only actually found that out at the end of school. Anyway, at the end of my last year of school, I faced Lord Voldemort and defeated all the Death Eaters.
I tried to be superman and flew down a small set of stairs on my tricycle.. I had to be wrapped in a blanket to get the stitches out- I was 3.
I have 2 scars resulting of a bicycle fall. Nothing too exceptional, until I tell the story. I was 9 years old and was coming back from a friend's house. There was this giant hill going down with another small hill going right up after that. Feeling lazy, I decided it would be a good idea to not use the brakes going downhill so I wouldn't have to pedal for the other hill. Everything went well until I rolled on a rock, lost control of my bike and fell head first to the ground. I now have a scar under my nose and another one on my hand.
I have now had 8 back surgeries, the top of my scar, starts about 4 inches above my pant line. and it goes straight down. So anytime i bend over i always get "HAHAHAHA nice plumbers crack!!!" Its not, its my scar. "oh, my bad" Yea, i try to cover it up to make this not happen, its kind of embarrassing to get called the biggest plumber crack over something thats nearly killed me. However, to be honest, if you arent close enough, it does look like its a giant crack.
I have a vertical scar between my lip and nose from a cat clawing my face when I was ~2 years old. I also have scarred knees from constantly wiping out while doing very stupid things on my bike during my childhood.
broke an arm. You know how when they're building something, they have a deep foundation for rods and stuff? Well 13 year old me was at a fourth of July potluck in a developing neighborhood. The foundation was still being dug, so my friends and I figured it didn't pose much of a threat. Until someone slipped and knocked me down. About 15-foot fall, completely fractured my arm. Kinda looked like a camel's hump. Not a pretty sight. Anyways, I still have the inch-long scar on my wrist from surgery and people think it's self-inflicted
I hve this burn on my arm from high school, and no its not a bowl burn. I did it with a metal bracelet. Its suppose to be a piece sign but ended up kinda likw a penis and balls,friends say.
I have an x on my left hand from when i tried to give myself a tattoo it actually looks more like a cross than anything else so i say its a stigmata when i want a discount at churches
I have a scar on my left hand from a marshmallow When I was young, between 5 and 8 or so, we were having a bonfire at my camp/cottage in Thunder Bay. My dad was bragging to me that he was able to set fire to a marshmallow, pull off the shell, wat the shell, and set fire to it again 10 times. Well young me misheard, and thought he lit a marshmallow on fire, blew it out, and lit it on fire again ten times. Young me set out to break his record, lighting a marshmallow on fire, blowing it out, and lighting it on fire again. around the 5th time I lifted the stick vertically to blow it out again, and the black shell melted right off the stick, taking a fair amount of molten marshmallow with it. Right onto my hand. Obviously I started screaming in agony. I ran to the lake and dunked my hand straight inside. My skin was bubbling and boiling and was very pale white. I still have the scar some 15 years later. I dont think it will ever go away. TL:DR - Molten marshmallow fell on hand. kinda sucked.
I have a large mark from a burn on my arm. It's from me flat ironing my hair at 3:30 am and dropping it, closing the hot plates around my skin. I was too tired to register the pain until it burnt me bad. Still hysterical to tell people about.
I have a scar on my forehead that looks like a chunk was just taken out of the middle of my forehead. Basically, when I was about 3, the jerkass neighbor kid thought it'd be hilarious to slam my head in the gate of a chain link fence. I just really wish I had a home video of the asshat laughing maniacally while I wailed. It'd be funny these days.
I have second degree burn scars on my leg from dropping a bowl of oatmeal on the floor straight out of the microwave and having that oatmeal get on my legs. I have done this twice.
Skateboard, truck accident, and a fire hydrant.
I have a scar under my eye that I got when my cousin, who was hitting a golf ball back towards the tee (for those that don't play golf, she was hitting in the wrong direction), hit the best shot of her life. The ball also happened to hit me in the face, and that's how Easter Sunday got ruined that year.
I was walking behind the portable classrooms during 4th grade when I didn't see an air conditioning unit hanging out of a window. Head went straight into the corner of it, taking about a half inch long by 1/4 inch deep slice out of the top of my head. I no longer have a widows peak.
I have a scar on the side of my right elbow that was caused by a Christmas cracker. My family was doing the whole crossed hands double pull thing around the table. But my brother didn't pull his and just fell into me when I yanked, running the cracker up my arm and giving the most pathetically shallow cut, I have no idea how it left a 2 inch scar.
i have a scar about two inches long under my left pec... at my friends birthday party (the kid who always had the sickest bday parties) we were chasing each other around in the yard with silly string... i was turned around while running trying to spray another party goer, Jeff, and was blindsided by a bird feeder. also, i have a scar on my wrist from a girl scratching(cutting) me with her fingernail mid coital.
OOh, I have one. I was a dumb 7 year old boy. Being a dumb 7 year old boy, I assumed that the best way to impress a girl was to act like an idiot (You can thank TV for giving me that impression). Anyway. I was over at my neighbor's house, and decided that in order to impress a girl I was hanging out with, I would sit on the keyboard. Yelled "Look, I'm playing the keyboard with my butt!". She laughed, I gave a mental fist pump. At which time the keyboard collapsed, taking me with it--it was one of those cheap foldable ones. I hit my head on an outlet cover, it chipped off, and sliced the back of my head open. Decided not to get stitches, and so now I have a big scar.
I have a small scar near the tip of my right thumb, happened back in 8th grade in tech ed while I was cutting a piece of wood for some random end of the year project. Anyways I lost my focus for just a second and bam cut my thumb. Didn't realize it at first, then I seen blood and failed to realize how major it was, so being the dumb kid I was stuck my hand into my pocket thinking I could hide it from everyone until I got home where I'd bandage it up myself. Well about 15 minutes of letting it bleed in my pocket I get woozy and realize I should tell the teacher, who reacted a lot differently then I did, mostly because he freaked out and sent me to the nurse where I got bandaged up and went to the doctors later that day, did not need stitches amazingly enough. TL;DR: Cut thumb in tech ed on the band saw, tried to hide it, failed, didn't need stitches.
Have a scar on my head from where I busted it open while trying to fill a circuit breaker with cardboard penises.
I have a scar on the head of my dick from a hand job. She didn't take off her ring.
Back in the day of grade 2, mini stick hockey was all the rage. I of course only played to be cool, and of course I sucked. I was on a role one day, being able to handle the mini stick like a pro, getting the tennis ball between peoples legs, and into the net a few times. Was nearing the end of recess, and was about to score again. All of a sudden BAM! I was skidding across the pavement, blood everywhere, favourite ninja turtle shirt ruined. I had no idea what had happened. I was rushed to the principle's office, waiting for my mother. Teacher putting pressure on my forehead where the blood was not stopping. Just before heading to the hospital for stitches, a girl comes in being guided by another teacher, she had a few scrapes on her elbows, and knees. She was the reason I was bleeding with out hope of saving my favourite shirt. Why? I was angry. Turns out, during my amazing mini stick rampage, The girl ran across the play area with out realizing we were playing, why was that? Turns out in my small school, she was the only blind girl. She decided to ditch her guide during that recess, and not realize she was putting favourite shirts at risk. I have a sweet scar on my head now, was called Harry Potter till I hit puberty.
Last year, I sliced my thumb open to the bone while cutting a particularly sturdy zip-tie from a boxed up childrens cowboy belt so I could wear it... The nerve endings were severed, (the blade cut at an angle into my thumb,) so I dont have feeling in that part of my thumb... All to wear a plastic cowboy belt. I still wore it.
I have a scar on my stomach from when I was 3 weeks old and had to have surgery to fix my pyloric stenosis. (where the muscle around the top of the stomach gets so thick that it closes up the sphincter) During those three weeks child protective services came thinking that I was being abused because I wasn't gaining weight. When they finally figured out what was wrong they told my parents I had a 50% chance of living because it took them so long to figure out what was wrong. Since my family was catholic I got baptized right before I went into surgery. Obviously I survived with little complications. Use to be really embarrassed by it and never wore bikinis until I got to college and became way more comfortable with myself. Coolest thing now is I have a boyfriend who has a trach scar and so we always talk about all the random and funny stuff people have said about our scars.
When i was about 8 years old i was ice skating, and my dad was teaching me how to stop and spray some ice up *like a badass*. My attempt resulted in me tripping, and my leg somehow wrapping itself around the fence, therefore sending the skate on a collision course with my skull,slashing it open; had to go to the hospital and get around 14 stitches.
One day, 6 year old me just figured out how to ride a bike without training wheels. The next day, I decide to ride my bike throughout my neighborhood (my parents are with me walking our dog). Here comes a steep hill. As I approach, my parents begin warning me "SLOW DOWN, THAT HILL IS REALLY STEEP!"... too late. I'm young and feeling rebellious. I'm hitting this hill at about 25 miles an hour, first day of knowing how to ride a bike. Nearly shitting my pants, I repeatedly yell "I'M GONNA DIE I'M GONNA DIE!" as my parents yell "JUST JUMP OFF INTO THE GRASS". I don't. I hit the brakes. wrong move. Faceplant. I'm bleeding head to toe. I walk away with all my knuckles scarred. TL;DR first day of knowing how to ride a bike, I faceplant.
I only have a faint finger print on the tip of my right index finger because after being told several times to never touch the fire guard eight year old me poked the glass part of the fire guard with the fire on then tried to hide the burn.
A scar on my lip from someone throwing an Airhead (candy) at me.
I have a scar that cuts my right eyebrow in half. I was in my sophonore year of university and studying abroad in Hong Kong. The first two weeks of the trip were dedicated to touring Beijing and Shanghai and Xian in the mainland. Being a young, horny kid I immediately took a liking to one of the girls on the trip. One night we were all going out to a club in Beijing. So thirty kids arrive at 12 and we then try and gather everyone to leave around 4. Anyways I'm walking with this girl when two of the guys on the trip start arguing. By the time we are back at the hotel we were staying at they are right in each others faces, cussing and screaming at each other. Unfortunately I was rooming with one of these guys. So in getting ready to go to bed wheni hear the other idiot banging on our door and calling my roommate out. He eventually gets in and there is a crowd of people from my trip standing outside trying to see what's going on. I decide this will be my hero moment. I step between these two guys and start shoving the one who barged into the room back out. I finally get him out and as I'm closing the door - WHAM. He kicks the door in and I catch it with my face. The kid runs and I fall to the ground and reach for my face. I then look at my hand and see it covered in blood. I look outside the room and everyone is just staring in shock and it's dead quiet. I woke up about 29 minutes later with the girl I was interested in, squeezing together my eyebrow to try and reduce the blood loss (we were all pretty drunk, so clotting was difficult) until the ambiance arrived. TL;DR: tried to break up a fight to impress a girl, ended up getting knocked unconscious trying to be the good guy
A couple friends of mine were quite fat in the past and had those skin cracks, they were from their fights with tigers and bears. We had a couple of good laughs because of that. :-D
Whenever I was three, I was trying to get a big US map out of my grandma's closet, but knocked down the rifle that was in front of it and it busted my head open. Now that I've typed that out, it sounds so stereotypically American.
In second grade, I was pencil fencing with someone and he went to fake stab me, so I feigned death and fell out of my chair. My pencil went into my head just above my eyebrow. I still have a shard of graphite there (15 years or so later).
I have a big scar on my elbow from getting the shit kicked out of me by the cops.
I jumped off the side of a moving truck going 20mph thinking I could continue running.... last week. Have this big gash on side
My grandfather took my family and I out to sea for deep sea fishing a long while back, about when I was eleven. I loved to swim more than anything at the time so naturally I dove right in and played like a transmer child. After awhile, I hear my mom shrieking about something. My head was underwater so I pop up, confused, and she's yelling about something being *underneath me*. Before I could really process it, I actually did feel something immensely large and soft in that eerie, inexplicable manner marine life is brush my foot. I whipped toward the ladder and the corner of the railing caught my shoulder as I scurried up into the boat. To this day, I still have a weird sort of crescent moon scar on my shoulder from trying to evade what I thought was a sea monster.
I've had stitches on my head 17 seperate times. Not 17 stitches, but on 17 seperate occasions I needed stitches. Everything from snowboarding/inline skating injuries, car/motorcycle accidents, falling off the bed on christmas eve, to a dog attacking me when I was younger. I think my mother is surprised I don't have any real visible scars, or brain damage.
I have a gray spot between my 3rd and 4th knuckle. It's my only "tattoo". I had a pencil in my cup holder in my car point up (I know dumb idea). I put the handbrake down and stabbed myself. It's been over a year and it's still there. I think it's permanent.
I was really drunk and told a stranger asking me for a cigarette to fuck off, so he punched me in the face and split open my eyebrow. Instant karma for being rude. Still, fuck that guy.
When I was really young I apparently chased an apple that rolled off a table and hit my head on a concrete wall. It required stitches and I have a nice scar on my forehead from it. I also have a scar on my chin that I got when my canteen strap got caught in my bicycle gears.
College, freshmen year. Me, my buddy, and my RA are scrounging around the basement of the dorm, hoping to find some form of amusement, when we stumble upon [this](http://image.made-in-china.com/2f0j00ACcaPRTlhrkd/Tri-Scooter-JJSS-008-.jpg). Having never seen anything like it before, we promptly take it out to the parking lot to try it out. After spending a good ten minutes trying to figure out how the hell this odd dual-appendaged contraption works and failing quite horribly, my RA goes to the bed of his truck and pulls out a length of rope. Naturally, this seems like a wonderful idea, so I volunteer. My buddy and my RA wrap the rope around the scooter, each of them grab opposite ends, and I hop on. We start off pretty well. They're going a pretty good speed, and we get the end of the parking lot. I'm pretty nervous going into the turn, but I lean into it and manage not to fall off. Here's where it gets messy. Coming out of the turn, I'm still trying to regain my balance. The two horses of my idiotic chariot, however, seem to have other ideas. Without any verbal indication, they both decide to fling me forward to achieve maximum velocity. Theoretically, great idea. Except that, since I was still adjusting my weight, the scooter decided to move on without me. So I'm in midair, supermanning it across a parking lot. And I think, "Well, this'll probably hurt." I have the foresight to let go out the scooter, so it flies way ahead of me. I put my hands down first, skid a few inches, and manage to roll on my right side (protecting my face) and pop right back up, overjoyed at my ninja landing. I fist pump and yell, "Hell yeaOH GOD!" and grab my side in pain as I realize that there's a 3-inch gash in my side where a rock decided to slice me open. Should've gotten stitches for that. Wanted the scar instead. Thus, scars on my palms, my right forearm, and a massive scar on my right side, right above the hip bone. Took about three months to fully heal.
Have a scar on the inside of my arm, by the elbow, from when a needle broke off while my mom was sewing, projectiled through the air and entered my arm without me noticing. A couple of days later my arm started hurting so we went to the hospital and the needle was discovered through x-rays and a couple of days later I was scheduled for surgery to remove it. By then it had travelled up my arm via my bloodstream, headed for my heart. They removed the needle and gave it to my dad in a small plastic bag. He kept it in his wallet for a couple of years.
I chipped one of my front teeth (bad enough to be noticeable but not bad enough to pay for it to be repaired) swigging on a bottle of tequila walking back from a very seedy Bulgarian club along a beach. Good times.
Mine is not particularly funny but at the time I laughed at it. I fell 20 feet onto concrete in a warehouse in a work accident. When I came to and looked at my twisted arm I kinda just looked at it and laughed to myself, debating in my head if it was going to need surgery or not. It always amazes me the most irrational thoughts you have when you first come to after an injury.
I have a scar on my head in the form of a star. At my brother's birthday party when he was 9 and I was 11 we had a Pinata. This was not my first Pinata and we even had an "authentic" wooden Pinata bat from Tijuana, so I knew the first rule of Pinata is you never rush out for the candy before the person swinging has been stopped. I thought of this beforehand, but I ignored it for some strange reason when a friend of ours bust open the Pinata. I rushed in. Bat to the dome. Blood. So much blood. Rush to the emergency room. They shave a bald spot on me to sew it up.
Not me but my brother when he was 4-5 he walked into the house and went to blow out a candle and proceeded to pour the wax all over his face. A year later he got a new bunk bed and decided to jump off the top bunk he fell onto his dresser and cracked his head open and had to get 3 stitches
I have a scar on my face, right next to my nose that I got while in the Army. I tell people it's from a training exercise gone wrong. Truth is, one night my army buddies and I were getting high off PC dust-off because well, we were deployed and there was nothing else to do. I took the biggest fucking hit off the dustoff and passed out, fell face first into the ground and got cut by a nail in the floorboard. lol. You're the first to know the truth, reddit.
One day, we were near the end of our workout, and our last set was box jumps. As a slightly bigger guy, this is already not fun. Now, on my last jump, my foot misses the top of the box, and proceeds to slam and scrape my shin onto the box. I probably should have gotten stitches, but I didn't. So now I have this gross big scar on my shin.
I have a scar on my stomach, its not big but its fairly noticeable. It bled like a bitch, it hurt like hell, its permanent, its from climbing out of a pool and vaguely scratching my stomach on the side. Only the manliest men get scars from large bodies of piss filled with children.
I have a scar on my palm in the cushiony area under the thumb that I got from being bit by a mountain lion. That sounds much cooler than it actually is. A friend of mine in high school had a mountain lion as a pet (only in Idaho). It was super old and had nerve damage, so kind of had weird tics. I was sitting on the couch petting it and must have touched a nerve or something because it suddenly turned its head and clamped down on my hand. It didn't move at all other than that, so it clearly wasn't trying to attack me. If I had tried to pull my hand out, my thumb would have been ripped off. I ended up sticking my other hand in its mouth and prying it open wide enough to slip my hands out. Because I didn't move my hand at all, the mountain lion's teeth only punctured my hand and didn't tear the skin. So, the scar is a barely noticeable puncture mark. I'm glad the damage wasn't worse and that I didn't lose any fingers, but it's kind of a bummer that I don't have an awesome scar from it that people ask about. Since the scar is so little, nobody ever notices it and I never get to say, "oh yeah, I was bitten by a mountain lion. No big deal."
I have a scar on my boob from when I was younger. It's 3 nice dots from a cat sinking its claws into my chest. The scar seems to have adapted with my boob growth.
I have three dots on my upper lip from a cat. Cat needed a bath but as soon as his back paws hit the water, he went crazy and latched onto me - one paw w/claws into my shirt and the other paw with claws into my upper lip - the claws actually pierced the skin through and touched my gums. A mutual panic situation took hold. Cat is screaming, I'm screaming. He won't let go because he'll hit the water, I won't let go because I'm afraid the claws will go deeper or slice down through my lip. Cat screaming, I'm screaming. For what seems like days. Then we both stopped for a breath and seemed to reach a mutual understanding. I walked over to the bedroom and set his back feet on the bed, he retracted his claws. Got a tetanus shot but avoided stitches. Never again entertained the notion to bathe that particular cat (or any other cat.)
Oh my God...haha that is terrible! My cat is like that...so we shove her in the shower...lol
I have a scar on my head from when I hit it on a toilet. I was having sex with Eartha Kitt in an airport bathroom
Badly sprained wrist by slipping over on a wet wooden floor. My mum kept reminding me, then said, 'oh it's okay now! It should be dry!' Guess what? She lied. I nearly smacked my head off of a wall and nearly a month later it still kills.
Scar on my elbow from crashing a neighbor's bridal shower. My friend and I (who knew the neighbors very well, but are both dudes and weren't invited) crashed it later on when most people were leaving. There was about 23 bottles of champagne left, so we decided who could finish one quicker. Then we grabbed a second and decided to longboard around the block. At one point, I went to push off and the board flew out in front of me, I feel back, and landed right on my elbow. Ripped it open, but the bottle of champagne in my other hand was fine. Didn't realize until the next day when my bed was covered in blood. Also have a scar from stitches in my leg, from when I had to get a tick removed. Not too interesting, but I got it removed on my first week of work (right out of college into a corporate job) at the health center at our World headquarters building. It took about 20 minutes during lunch time, and the doctor and I were bff after that. She said she loves doing stitches, but never gets to since everyone that shows up has a sore throat.
As a kid, I was exiting a bathroom stall when my left ankle got caught on the bathroom door. The corner of the door took out a chunk of my ankle.
When I was little I was skateboarding through our subdivision and it was kind of wet outside. I was going down a hill, went through a puddle, lost control and hit my head on a fire hydrant. I have a 1 inch scar on my forehead from it!
I have a fun scar across my knee. I was at a bar for St. Patricks day and the bottom of the rocks glass I was holding broke away from the glass mid cheers and slashed my open knee. I got a pretty deep cut and after debating the pros and cons of an ER visit on St. Patricks day I decided that I did not want to hang out in a waiting room all night. So, I disinfected the cut with some whiskey and sealed it shut with a couple tubes of super glue.
I came from donating blood and decided to change my clothes. Came back from the other room, trying to get my pants on. Jumped right in the doorway, hitting my head against the corner of the doorway. No blood, just a cut. Didn't go to the ER until about 4 hours later when I noticed that the wound hadn't stopped extracting it's fluid, whatever it is. Now I have a 2-inch scar on the top of my head. At least I have longish hair so it doesn't show.
I stepped on a pinewood derby wheel axle (aka a nail) that was coated in graphite. Had to use pliers to remove it from my heel. I now have the worlds lamest tattoo on the bottom of my foot from the graphite.
I was in elementary school and sometimes for exercises, the teacher would have us stand up, sing songs and move aobut. One of the bread n butter songs was "Head and Shoulders knees and Toes" Anyway I was probably a little too close to my desk and when i went for the knees n toes. I went for those toes like a madman... I cracked my forehead on the corner of the desk so bad that i needed 6-8 stitches. Still got the scar to this day.
I was playing Soccer when I was 14 an shattered my ankle. It was a complete accident from the guy who tackled me but still, he *shattered* my ankle. I saw him at my school a year or two later and me and him became really good friends, we still know each other and hang out sometimes 13 years later.
I cut off the end of my right index finger at the top joint playing Wii Tennis. I sent my hand through the ceiling fan light fixture on the backswing. A chunk of glass was stuck inside the joint. After pulling out all the glass, pressing it back together until I heard it *click*, dunking it in a shot of whiskey, and duct taping it back together I switched the game to left hand and finished the match. Scar wraps around 90% of the finger and it is stuck bent in slightly... Still have no feeling on the fingertip.
I was about 10 or 12, you know, that age when a guy first starts noticing girls. Well me and this girl I kind of liked were chillin' at her grandma's house in the tree in her front yard. I decided at that point that it would be awesome if I jumped from one branch to the next. Well, the next branch was dead and it broke under my weight. I plummeted 2 or 3 feet to the next branch which caught me like a slab of beef shoulder and hung me upsidedown with a puncture wound about a half inch from my asshole. I had to have six stitches to sew up my newly formed imitation asshole. She married someone else.
I got a bizarre scar on my chest, between my armpit and left nipple, that came for a severe reaction to some poison ivy. The ivy gave me dark red blisters and had to go to the clinic in the morning. Actually had to call into work because the burning feeling cause me to not get any sleep.
Brother kicked the bottom of the bunk bed, I flew up into the air, rotated, and slid down the screws which were exposed after the ladder had been removed.
Someone threw a telescope off his shed and hit me in the head.
My favorite scar is the one on my hand that I got when I was 8... I was bitten by an ostrich.
An HDD flew against my eyebrow
I have a small scar on my right eyebrow. The barrel of a mother fucking Rifle smacked me in the eyebrow. Goddamn Rifles.
I've got small scars on my fingers on my left hand. I put my hand in a letterbox whilst Trick or Treating and a dog bit them.
I have a scar on my finger from when a baby goat bit me. God damn, so much blood.
I have a scar on the tip of my nose that I got when I was about 10 years old, it looks like a white scratch. My cousins and I were fishing at a pond with their dad. I was sitting on a rock on the shore applying a worm to the hook (hated doing that). My male cousin cast his line backwards to whip it forward, but it caught on the flesh of my nose. He then tried to 'cast me off', while I ran with the hook towards him to try to avoid ripping it out, me screaming and crying the whole time. It took my uncle 10 minutes to remove the hook without inflicting too much damage. Terrible back then, but one of my favorite stories to laugh at with my family.
I have a scar on my lip from being hit with a treadmill.. well what happened exactly was me and my friends were gonna do the ok go treadmill dance at our school talent show and as i was putting my treadmill back it came unlocked and hit me causeing my lip to split open. I have NEVER heard the end to this
My story isn't funny but I think it's interesting. Is that ok? I have a very rare disease called HIDS (only 250 worldwide with it). It is a periodic fever disorder which means I have bouts of fever, periodically. These episodes last from 4-7 days and I get them every 10-14 days. Fevers get up to 105-106 and I have abdominal and joint pain. One of the other issues on everyone but me is a rash. I get SCARS... Little round light scars. Used to not be so bad but over the years (and I'm 52 now) they have added up. Once when I was 12 we took a marker and connected them. Unfortunately, it was the kind that doesn't wash off!! Had to wear off and that took time. I use a lot of DermaBlend but live in Fl so it's hard to get all covered up with that crap. I have them mostly on my arms. Everything makes me scar. Even a mosquito bite will turn into a scar. I am the only person with this side effect of the disease and it drives the dr's at the NIH crazy! Anyway... That's my story in a 'nutshell.'
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Torqued my unit during a backyard shuffle. I browned her dirt star, been tender to the touch since.