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Wtf happened to you?!? Badass/crazy scar show n tell

alifinrox

alifinrox

Empath, attention whore
Wow, that's a gnarly fucking scar! What HAPPENED?!?

Oh, this?? Yeah i saw you checking it out, it's cool. This was a crazy abcess from muscling heroin years after i ran out of my tiny crappy girlie veins. I knew this one would be a problem so i went to get antibiotics, which are supposed to be effective by day 2. Not this time. I woke up and went to smoke my morning cig, saw that my hand on this arm was like 3X ITS NORMAL SIZE, freaked the fuck out, and went to the er where my shirt was cut off me and i was admitted for 9 days with a giant, compartmentalized abcess that went down to a quarter inch from the bone and almost metastasized. Had that been the case they'd have had to cut all the way down my arm and hand and debride everything. (Wouldn't that be a bad ass name for a metal band, metastasized?) As it was, they took out 2 deep intersecting rectangles and packed my arm with black spongy stuff, then wrapped that all up with saran wrap with a hose attached to a wound vac for several days. When i got home i had to have home health care come and change my bandages every day for a long time. I'm pleased to announce I've been heroin and needle free for well over a decade- idk my clean date or anything, that's how over it i am. I've thought about incorporating the scar into a tat, like do death up the back of my arm with my scar being his scythe. and no I'm not topless, i wear a lot of strapless tops.



Now let's see yours!
 
Nell said:
@ghosttruck has you beat.


Are you naked?
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I May or May not be. Ok no I've got a long top on...my days of dancing around the apartment naked have been over as soon as my little guy learned during a diaper changing that boobs are squishy and fun to kick with your feet. And then of course there was that one time in the old 2nd floor apt with my ex when i was sitting on the couch topless and Adam walks over to me takes out his dick and slaps me in the face with it. I guess some dude who lived in the one apartment in view of my window picked the wrong time to put his keys in the door bc he started laughing his ass off watching me topless get smacked with a fairly big dick.
I swear i should write a book

And let's see it, @ghosttruck !
 
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Just the most recent photo, 2 days after fusion surgery.
Have many more, just haven't any pics.
My left outer ankle has a scar that goes from the center top (foot up) of the ankle, all the way around and past my Achilles' tendon, broke it and had surgery - pins like my pro @ghosttruck . ;)
Somewhere in the family albums, there's loads of pics from when I was 3 and fell, biting my tongue off.
Loved showing those stitches and getting completely away with sticking out mt tongue to everyone and strangers, "Look what I have!", lmao! (my parents knew exactly what I was doing, but just tried hard as hell not to laugh at my sneaky 'lil smart ass-self)
 
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Siobhan said:
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Just the most recent photo, 2 days after fusion surgery.
Have many more, just haven't any pics.
My left outer ankle has a scar that goes from the center top (foot up) of the ankle, all the way around and past my Achilles' tendon, broke it and had surgery - pins like my pro @ghosttruck . ;)
Somewhere in the family albums, there's loads of pics from when I was 3 and fell, biting my tongue off.
Loved showing those stitches and getting complete away with sticking out mt tongue to everyone and strangers, "Look what I have!", lmao!
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You are too Frankenstein to play with us sis!
 
I even did what my family called an "Uncle Blake": Fall out of a tree on Sunday, break an arm, get a cast.
Go to school on Monday, playing on the monkey bars, fall, break the other arm; just as my uncle Blake had done about 17 years earlier. :p
Most of my scars are from rough housing, but 4 head concussions and 11 outta some 16+ broken bones, were almost all tree falls. This little monkey loved those highest skinny branches, and I was never hurt by the falls, but only by the sudden interruption of inertia when the falling stopped.o_O
 
Siobhan said:
I even did what my family called an "Uncle Blake": Fall out of a tree on Sunday, break an arm, get a cast.
Go to school on Monday, playing on the monkey bars, fall, break the other arm; just as my uncle Blake had done about 17 years earlier. :p
Most of my scars are from rough housing, but 4 head concussions and 11 outta some 16+ broken bones, were almost all tree falls. This little monkey loved those highest skinny branches, and I was never hurt by the falls, but only by the sudden interruption of inertia when the falling stopped.o_O
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Wow, that's pretty badass all right!
 
I broke my ankle as a girl (crushed, actually), but the scars are long gone. I fell and mutilated my knee once, but the scar is now so faint I can't get a decent photo. I'm an excellent healer. Guess I can't play this game. :sorry:

(Now if we could count emotional scars, I could kick some ass!)
 
Muriel Schwenck said:
I have a tiny scar on my chin that I got when I was 4 and the shetland pony kicked my face. It knocked me out and I had plastic surgery. It was my brother's fault and my mother thrashed him with a riding whip. :)
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That must have hurt like hell when you became conscious @Muriel Schwenck .
I have a linear scar just behind the bottom of my chin from hitting the concrete pool deck when we lived in Jamaica - but my brother was a few months away from birth, so the blame was all mine - fortunately, there was no horse whip nearby, or I'm sure my mother would have made a dash for it. :p
 
Siobhan said:
That must have hurt like hell when you became conscious @Muriel Schwenck .
I have a linear scar just behind the bottom of my chin from hitting the concrete pool deck when we lived in Jamaica - but my brother was a few months away from birth, so the blame was all mine - fortunately, there was no horse whip nearby, or I'm sure my mother would have made a dash for it. :p
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Glad you both are ok! (Presumably)
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Brillig said:
I broke my ankle as a girl (crushed, actually), but the scars are long gone. I fell and mutilated my knee once, but the scar is now so faint I can't get a decent photo. I'm an excellent healer. Guess I can't play this game. :sorry:

(Now if we could count emotional scars, I could kick some ass!)
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It's ok hun, getting your ankle crushed while probably too young for pain meds is hardcore enough to play and win at least some lovely parting gifts.
 
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When I broke my ankle at age 12 it was because my horse fell on me, and then a minute later while I was still sprawled in the road, a car nearly hit me (it managed to stop mere inches away). Then I refused to go to the hospital until they drove me to where my horse was pastured so I could make sure he was okay. I probably get a few bad ass points, or at least drama points, right?
 
Brillig said:
When I broke my ankle at age 12 it was because my horse fell on me, and then a minute later while I was still sprawled in the road, a car nearly hit me (it managed to stop mere inches away). Then I refused to go to the hospital until they drove me to where my horse was pastured so I could make sure he was okay. I probably get a few bad ass points, or at least drama points, right?
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I'd say so! That's crazy!!
MildlyMedicated said:
I have multiple scars. No pics, they are huge, running from pubic area to umbilicus, then umbilicus to breastbone. Two major surgeries. But... I'm feeling much better LOL
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Aww ok about the pics, Glad you're ok! Glad yr all ok (presumably)
 
Brillig said:
When I broke my ankle at age 12 it was because my horse fell on me, and then a minute later while I was still sprawled in the road, a car nearly hit me (it managed to stop mere inches away). Then I refused to go to the hospital until they drove me to where my horse was pastured so I could make sure he was okay. I probably get a few bad ass points, or at least drama points, right?
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You get my love and devotion until i take my last breath.
 
MildlyMedicated said:
I have multiple scars. No pics, they are huge, running from pubic area to umbilicus, then umbilicus to breastbone. Two major surgeries. But... I'm feeling much better LOL
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Why no pics? This is the place to not be ashamed of our scars after all! We understand that they all tell a story and make us who we are over here. Just remember that! ❤
And what's the umbilicus- the belly button?
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BuffettGirl said:
All of my cool/cool story scars are so faint now they don't photograph well at all. I'mma sit here and pout for a minute now. :arghh:
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It's ok hun! You can still tell us about them and what happened to u! Let's hear it!
 
alifinrox said:
It's ok hun! You can still tell us about them and what happened to u! Let's hear it!
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Oh Goody! Well the first one is in my right eyebrow. I fell into the door jam when I was little (2-3) because my brothers were chasing me. Then it happened again two weeks later and split my melon open. They had to stitch all around my eye, but the scar just slashes through my eyebrow. Then, when I was 7 and broke my arm and got a pen cap stuck in my cast for the last three weeks and didn't tell anyone... Dr. Disenger called me a "turkey" over it. It was in there deep, with the bowl end dug into my skin, and the flat tail part lying against my arm. It looks like a crescent moon but it's so pale now. The last one is right in between my eyebrows. Got that one just before I turned 16. We were moving back to Portland from Atlanta, Mom and me in her car, my brother and his future wife in his car. (Why did my sister get to FLY home with the dogs?) Mom wanted to meet up with her friend in Salt Lake City, so I went the rest of the way in my brother's car. We ended up getting bad gas in Ontario, Oregon and had to stay in Baker City over night. Rather than walking around the bed when I turned off the light, I walked up ON the bed (because 15?) and it had one of those satiny-slick 1980's hotel comforters on it... I slipped off, hit my head on the bolted in nightstand, refused to let my brother get help because we had smuggled the cat into the hotel and I didn't want to get in trouble and because it was left untreated, I now have a Harry Potter-esque scar going side to side right between my eyebrows. Although at almost 50, it might be viewed as a frown line now. Oh shit... :sorry:
 
BuffettGirl said:
Oh Goody! Well the first one is in my right eyebrow. I fell into the door jam when I was little (2-3) because my brothers were chasing me. Then it happened again two weeks later and split my melon open. They had to stitch all around my eye, but the scar just slashes through my eyebrow. Then, when I was 7 and broke my arm and got a pen cap stuck in my cast for the last three weeks and didn't tell anyone... Dr. Disenger called me a "turkey" over it. It was in there deep, with the bowl end dug into my skin, and the flat tail part lying against my arm. It looks like a crescent moon but it's so pale now. The last one is right in between my eyebrows. Got that one just before I turned 16. We were moving back to Portland from Atlanta, Mom and me in her car, my brother and his future wife in his car. (Why did my sister get to FLY home with the dogs?) Mom wanted to meet up with her friend in Salt Lake City, so I went the rest of the way in my brother's car. We ended up getting bad gas in Ontario, Oregon and had to stay in Baker City over night. Rather than walking around the bed when I turned off the light, I walked up ON the bed (because 15?) and it had one of those satiny-slick 1980's hotel comforters on it... I slipped off, hit my head on the bolted in nightstand, refused to let my brother get help because we had smuggled the cat into the hotel and I didn't want to get in trouble and because it was left untreated, I now have a Harry Potter-esque scar going side to side right between my eyebrows. Although at almost 50, it might be viewed as a frown line now. Oh shit... :sorry:
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Did you need another surgery to get the pen cap out?
Thanks for adding to this!
 
alifinrox said:
Oh i bet! I've heard how much broken bones in casts itch but i think that's typical of healing.
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Well it sat in there for three weeks, in my already 2+ months old cast, which itched like mad, and then MORE itching while the wound healed. They didn't get changed every couple of weeks back then, They put it on and it stayed on until you wrecked it or it came off for good. My orthopedist at the time was also the orthopedist for the Blazers, and I just realized I said Dr Disenger, but it was Dr Cook. Both of them had brothers that were also doctors. I get them mixed up, but it was Cook. We got him because Dr Cook found my brother slowly bleeding out from a severed tendon while he was fishing one day and he scooped him up, raced to our house, told my Mom to meet him at Willamette Falls Hospital and he raced my brother into surgery. A good guy that ended up being a lucky find for a single mom with four kids. We had a lot of broken bones. :shame:
 
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