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What is your coolest scar?
Do you have a scar with a story? An unfortunate accident or life saving surgical scar that has an interesting story behind it? What is your scars story? How did you get it? When did you get it? Where is it on you?
Mine is on my right hand.
I was working behind the bar in 2001 and while washing some tall pilsner glasses in the wash sink back there I for a second looked up to scan the quickly increasing crowd that Saturday night around 8:30pm and when I stopped paying attention to the glasses the foot (base) broke off so when my hand went down to push it back down the brush instead of pushing the glass down I got the shard of broken pilsner glass right through my hand. What a way to have some fun there was _blood everywhere_ and several guests were quite disturbed and one threatened to sue me! Ha Ha!
The red arrows designate the beginning and end of this zig zag scar.
I ended up having surgery to repair a bunch of flexor and extensor tendons but it has healed nicely :)
Mine is on my right hand.
I was working behind the bar in 2001 and while washing some tall pilsner glasses in the wash sink back there I for a second looked up to scan the quickly increasing crowd that Saturday night around 8:30pm and when I stopped paying attention to the glasses the foot (base) broke off so when my hand went down to push it back down the brush instead of pushing the glass down I got the shard of broken pilsner glass right through my hand. What a way to have some fun there was _blood everywhere_ and several guests were quite disturbed and one threatened to sue me! Ha Ha!
The red arrows designate the beginning and end of this zig zag scar.
I ended up having surgery to repair a bunch of flexor and extensor tendons but it has healed nicely :)
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The strange thing is for me is that my scars are from silly scratches and small cuts, anything more serious has luckily healed. I have a scar on my right ankle from a surfer shark and I was not even bitten. I was caught in an undertow in the water at Jupiter Beach, Florida when I was twelve and I had no idea at the time and apparently had a shark around me and again had no idea, until a couple of surfers I knew, came over and grabbed me out of the water and put me on one of their boards and took me back to the beach. My ankle was bleeding and I said I have no idea how that happened and thats when they said there was a surfer shark by me and that I was stuck in an undertow.
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Yikes! That story makes me cringe just to hear about it, Budda.
I guess mine is on my right knee. When I was a kid, I loved to skateboard. We had hills in our neighborhood and not much traffic, so I spent quite a bit of time in the summer going up and down the hills.
One summer my dad went to visit a cousin of his who lived on a farm in very flat country. The cousin had a long, paved lane, as well as a paved country road nearby. He said his daughter loved skateboarding as well, so I took mine.
Not a lot to do on flat surfaces except flip the board and try to see how fast you can build up speed, so that's what I was doing. I didn't realize that with a gravel shoulder, I should have been really watching out for tiny pieces of gravel. I went over one, which stopped the front wheel, and thus the board.
I went flying. I was wearing jeans, but when I hit the pavement at that speed, the knee completely ripped through. I had all kinds of dirt and tiny rocks embedded in my knee and the palms of my hands and one elbow. I didn't just skin what hit the ground; I shredded it.
My dad's a pharmacist, and his cousin's wife was a nurse. So I perched on a stool in their farm kitchen while one worked on my hands and elbows and the other worked on my knee, debriding and bandaging.
There was one piece of black gravel in my knee that was impossible to get out. My dad said if it got infected they would get it out surgically, but it's been encapsulated in my knee for a couple of decades now.
So I have a lightning-shaped scar on my elbow. When Voldemort elbows an underling, it hurts. And I have a black spot just under my kneecap about the diameter of a pencil lead.
Skateboarding: the path to a very cool scar.
I guess mine is on my right knee. When I was a kid, I loved to skateboard. We had hills in our neighborhood and not much traffic, so I spent quite a bit of time in the summer going up and down the hills.
One summer my dad went to visit a cousin of his who lived on a farm in very flat country. The cousin had a long, paved lane, as well as a paved country road nearby. He said his daughter loved skateboarding as well, so I took mine.
Not a lot to do on flat surfaces except flip the board and try to see how fast you can build up speed, so that's what I was doing. I didn't realize that with a gravel shoulder, I should have been really watching out for tiny pieces of gravel. I went over one, which stopped the front wheel, and thus the board.
I went flying. I was wearing jeans, but when I hit the pavement at that speed, the knee completely ripped through. I had all kinds of dirt and tiny rocks embedded in my knee and the palms of my hands and one elbow. I didn't just skin what hit the ground; I shredded it.
My dad's a pharmacist, and his cousin's wife was a nurse. So I perched on a stool in their farm kitchen while one worked on my hands and elbows and the other worked on my knee, debriding and bandaging.
There was one piece of black gravel in my knee that was impossible to get out. My dad said if it got infected they would get it out surgically, but it's been encapsulated in my knee for a couple of decades now.
So I have a lightning-shaped scar on my elbow. When Voldemort elbows an underling, it hurts. And I have a black spot just under my kneecap about the diameter of a pencil lead.
Skateboarding: the path to a very cool scar.
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When I was 21, my appendix ruptured after a 5 mile jogging final in college - fortunately, it didn't happen until I was actually in the emergency room and they did emergency surgery to suck out the poison and remove the leftover appendix.
Still, I wasn't recovering - it turned out that the trauma aggrivated a dormant disease - Chron's disease (I won't go into too much detail here about this disease, needless to say it's pretty painful). I ended up staying in the hospital for three MONTHS and had 18 inches of intestine and colon removed over the course of three surgeries. Since I couldn't eat for three months, I went from 156 to 114 pounds over that time. The rub is, my hospital window looked out over "restraunt row": Chilli's Razzoo's, Pappadeauxs, Steak and Ale, Bennigans, On The Border... O cruel fates!!
The remaining scar runs from my belly button down to the top of the pubic bone. I'm definitely not embarrassed of it, hell, I earned it! I wear my swim shorts on my hips to proudly display my cool scar! Really tho, the alternative would be to pull my pants OVER my belly button which would make me look like a 70 year olf man. While hilarious, definitely not my style. Yet.
Still, I wasn't recovering - it turned out that the trauma aggrivated a dormant disease - Chron's disease (I won't go into too much detail here about this disease, needless to say it's pretty painful). I ended up staying in the hospital for three MONTHS and had 18 inches of intestine and colon removed over the course of three surgeries. Since I couldn't eat for three months, I went from 156 to 114 pounds over that time. The rub is, my hospital window looked out over "restraunt row": Chilli's Razzoo's, Pappadeauxs, Steak and Ale, Bennigans, On The Border... O cruel fates!!
The remaining scar runs from my belly button down to the top of the pubic bone. I'm definitely not embarrassed of it, hell, I earned it! I wear my swim shorts on my hips to proudly display my cool scar! Really tho, the alternative would be to pull my pants OVER my belly button which would make me look like a 70 year olf man. While hilarious, definitely not my style. Yet.
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I would have to say my jaw. I was in a car accident where I rolled my car over. A heel came off. And I was wearing a ring that cut my jaw. I managed ot get home and it just kept bleeding. Being an Emt I had in my jump kit super glue.
So I froze the area real good with ice cubes and super glued a triangular flap of flesh back in place. The triangle was about the size of a quarter piece of bread when you make a cut sandwich.
It is still tender . It happened back in 1996
So I froze the area real good with ice cubes and super glued a triangular flap of flesh back in place. The triangle was about the size of a quarter piece of bread when you make a cut sandwich.
It is still tender . It happened back in 1996
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I have a thin ribbon of a scar on my right pinkie, I was practicing a hand balance on an eight foot pedestal and slipped a rung climbing down. I slid down and an exposed bolt peeled a ribbon of skin away from my pinkie. Not much blood, but I had to quickly put the skin back in place and bandage her up. I was rehearsing for the circus. Lucky it didn't happen during performance.
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One summer day when I was 14 years old, I was in a rush to go to catch up with some friends and get a ride to the beach. I was sick all week and was anxious to get out. I was taking some cough medicine and in my haste, I accidently smashed it against the sink and nearly severed my finger. I had choice to make, hospital or beach? So I grabbed my mother's sewing kit and then some nylon thread and just stitched myself up. Thank God my father, of all people, showed me how to sew. I still have no feeling in that finger tip but it was worth it. I fell in love for the first time that day.
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Of course my cesarean scar is my best scar. I do have what I think is a funny story of some others.
When I was about 10, I was playing outside with my 2 brothers. My mom was bipolar and wasn't being treated at the time. She had set some trash on fire outside, and just left it to crash or something. The wind picked up and we were scared that the fire would get out. So we started putting it out. My younger brother, about 5 at the time said I've got it. About that time he took a croquet mallet and pounded the fire. When he did hot, fiery ashes went all over my body. I was screaming and using my hands to pat out the fire. My older brother was yelling "stop, drop and roll, stop, drop and roll... "
So I have all these tiny little burn scars all over my body, and even though it wasn't funny at the time -- I can laugh about it now and tease my brother about setting me on fire.
When I was about 10, I was playing outside with my 2 brothers. My mom was bipolar and wasn't being treated at the time. She had set some trash on fire outside, and just left it to crash or something. The wind picked up and we were scared that the fire would get out. So we started putting it out. My younger brother, about 5 at the time said I've got it. About that time he took a croquet mallet and pounded the fire. When he did hot, fiery ashes went all over my body. I was screaming and using my hands to pat out the fire. My older brother was yelling "stop, drop and roll, stop, drop and roll... "
So I have all these tiny little burn scars all over my body, and even though it wasn't funny at the time -- I can laugh about it now and tease my brother about setting me on fire.
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Fire! scares the life out of me! but I have to chuckle a bit with the croquet mallet meets fire story because my younger brother and I have never ever been able to "Play Well with Fire" and every time there is one around us someone seems to get burned or nearly burned.. even today I have a large commercial grade fire extinguisher in my kitchen and one in my bedroom... just in case :)
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I have a scar on my left hand. It happened when I was 15 and in high school. The glass bangles were a fashion among the girls. My mother was against it. But I got them anyway. On a Saturday afternoon, while relaxing in my room, I was wearing few glass bangles on my left hand and was playing with them. One bangle broke while I was trying to remove them. Because I was trying hard to take it off, the broken piece came off with my skin.There was blood all over. I was shocked at first and didn't felt the pain. My brother happened to be in my room and he bandaged my hand. I was scared my mom was going to be mad at me and made him promise not to tell her. I just cleaned the floor and went to my bed and slept all afternoon. About 4 pm, my mom came to look what I am doing alone and wake me up. It was hurting so badly and she saw the blood wetting the bandage. Immediately she took me to the hospital and they put stitches on it.
It is still an ugly scar and people ask me about it when they happened to see my left hand.
To tell you frankly, i never bought glass bangles after that.
It is still an ugly scar and people ask me about it when they happened to see my left hand.
To tell you frankly, i never bought glass bangles after that.
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My C-section scar
My 4 scars from when they removed my gall bladder. - one at the bottom in the middle of my chest - didnt heal right so it looks cool now. And theres one above my belly button, and 2 on my right side..
Bit from dog when I was 8. right side, waist. German Shepards scare me all the time...
My 4 scars from when they removed my gall bladder. - one at the bottom in the middle of my chest - didnt heal right so it looks cool now. And theres one above my belly button, and 2 on my right side..
Bit from dog when I was 8. right side, waist. German Shepards scare me all the time...
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I have a scar on the top of my right hand. I had a ganglion cyst, it's a swelling that often appears on or around joints and tendons in the hand or foot, i happened to have it on my hand. I never used to be bothered with it. I typed alot when i was in college and it just was a pain to have. It would look like a overgrown knuckle on the top of my hand. The doctor use to tell me when it would appear, just hit it with a book or the wall (LOL) which of course i did, it would disappear for about a day or so, then it would creep up on me. It is formed by the synovium that is filled with a thick jelly-like fluid but felt like a bone on my hand. So i finally got it operated on and first the doctor told me it would be a massive X on my whole top hand, but it's only about 3 inches long just above my wrist. It's funny when i was going to be operated on, the doctor told me to lift my top so he could check my stomach, for a about 10 minutes, i did kind of wonder what was going on, because he should have been checking my hand, then luckily picked up a file and called me Mrs. Judge, and I freaked "Judge" that's not me I am Miss Gill arrgggggghhhhh, he had the wrong file and it was the wrong doctor. I don't know what medical procedure i would have had, but luckily i woke up with a bandage and stitches on my hand LOL. If accidently my hand bangs on something it feels all tingly, like when you get hit on your funny bone, feels weird sometimes. The good thing after the operation, i did not have the honors of washing dishes for a couple of months.
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I had a tendency to hurt myself every summer when I was a kid. The summer when I was eight years old takes the cake though. I was biking through Nickerson State Park in MA, with my family and was biking down a really long steep hill through the woods. I had an old beat up racing bike, but still managed to get going pretty fast. Anyway, at the bottom of this hill there was a blind 90 degree turn. Needless to say I didn't make it and my bike hit a tree off the side of the path. I was catapulted off my bike and ricocheted off another tree with my forehead. Seconds later my parents found me and took me to the hospital. After 17 days in the hospital I left with 2 titanium clips holding my skull together and a scar running across my head from ear to ear. The story I say now is that if I hadn't been asleep during the surgery I could have licked my hairline. Think about it and it'll make sense, but I don't want to go into any more detail because it's a bit gross.
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I wouldn't say my scar is all that cool as far as looks go but the story itself is very interesting and significant to me. In 1997 I had my first back surgery, a lumbar disk lamenectomy. There were 8 staples holding the incision together. I had a ruptured disk with complications. Three years later I had to have yet another back surgery because part of the disk broke away and lodged behind the sciatic nerve. The incision was made directly over the old scar and again 8 staples held the incision together.
Several nerve blocks and several years later I was in excruciating pain and underwent back surgery number # 3 (April 28, 2009). When I awoke the incision had been made directly over the old scar with perhaps a bit more length and I had 13 staples. When I awoke I was unable to move my legs, (no sitting up alone, standing, no wiggling the toes.... absolutely nothing) After 2 sets of MRIs and a week later I went under the knife again.... this time I had to have bone grafting from my iliac and rods & pins were placed along my spine (L4, L5, L6). And the incision over the healing scar contained 13 large staples. And my legs still were not functioning. I spent a total of 45 days in the hospital and in-patient rehab combined, with 3-4 months of out patient therapy afterward.
Now I have the heavy scar approximately 7- 8 inches long I suppose with a line of dots (from the staples) edging each side. It reminds me of the blessings God has given me as I recovered.
Several nerve blocks and several years later I was in excruciating pain and underwent back surgery number # 3 (April 28, 2009). When I awoke the incision had been made directly over the old scar with perhaps a bit more length and I had 13 staples. When I awoke I was unable to move my legs, (no sitting up alone, standing, no wiggling the toes.... absolutely nothing) After 2 sets of MRIs and a week later I went under the knife again.... this time I had to have bone grafting from my iliac and rods & pins were placed along my spine (L4, L5, L6). And the incision over the healing scar contained 13 large staples. And my legs still were not functioning. I spent a total of 45 days in the hospital and in-patient rehab combined, with 3-4 months of out patient therapy afterward.
Now I have the heavy scar approximately 7- 8 inches long I suppose with a line of dots (from the staples) edging each side. It reminds me of the blessings God has given me as I recovered.
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I worked at a coffee shop from the age of 15 to 18. Just after I started I became a part time baker, and worked 2-3 times a week baking all the food in the store. I was a tiny little thing at 16, and had absolutely no strength at all. All the other bakers were older boys and quite strong.
Everything cooked in the big ovens had to be flipped half way through baking. The pans were big, about 2 1/2 feet, and quite heavy. The oven was at shoulder height. The guys were strong enough that they could slide the trays out, lift them over their heads, spin then, and put them back in the oven in one smooth motion. I was a weak little teenage girl, and therefore, couldn't lift the trays like that.
I instead, had to lift them and spin them at shoulder height awkwardly. Fine enough, worked well for a few months.
Then one day, I was baking off a batch of cookies and had to spin the tray. The tray became slightly imbalanced in mid spin and tipped out of my hands - landing directly into the inside of my left elbow. The tray was balanced between my left hand, my right hand, and my left elbow at 3 points. Because of how it was balanced, I couldn't move the pan in any direction without it becoming farther unbalanced and laying along the length of my arm.
Another girl was standing there. Of course I immediately screamed, but then I just kind of stood there because I couldn't figure out what the hell to do. She went for the other pair of gloves, but they were in the back and not at the oven where they should have been. Eventually, I managed to sort of throw it off my arm so the edge of the pan caught on the baking rack, and I slid the pan back in.
It immediately blistered and burst and swelled. I was in severe pain. I couldn't bend my arm, I couldn't put anything on it without excruciating pain - all we had was bactine and "mild burn gel" which were both ineffective. And my supervisor wouldn't let me leave to go get it cleaned up at the hospital. I had to stay and finish the bake..... for the next 4 hours, as no one else could do it. I cried for the entire shift, occasionally going into the fridge or outside to scream. Let me tell you, pans that are already difficult to maneuver because much more difficult when you can't use one of your arms. My parents came to pick me up after work and I asked them to take me to the hospital, or at least the pharmacy, but they wouldn't either, as they though it was "silly". It ended up becoming slightly infected and I lost feeling in that area of my arm. I coudn't bend my arm for days, and for a week I couldn't sleep because of the pain. I'm guessing it was a little worse than a "mild burn".
It also came along with two large, deep, white scars, one just above the corner of my elbow where the rim of the pan was, and one just below the corner of my elbow where the bottom of the pan sat. The top one was quite a bit worse, actually. It's been 5 years and I still have them, and they're quite visible. People still ask about them regularly. I've been asked if I was a heroin addict more times than I can count because of the location of the scars.
All my other scars are minor and boring - chicken pox, cheese grater, biking, etc.
The cookies turned out perfect, by the way.
Everything cooked in the big ovens had to be flipped half way through baking. The pans were big, about 2 1/2 feet, and quite heavy. The oven was at shoulder height. The guys were strong enough that they could slide the trays out, lift them over their heads, spin then, and put them back in the oven in one smooth motion. I was a weak little teenage girl, and therefore, couldn't lift the trays like that.
I instead, had to lift them and spin them at shoulder height awkwardly. Fine enough, worked well for a few months.
Then one day, I was baking off a batch of cookies and had to spin the tray. The tray became slightly imbalanced in mid spin and tipped out of my hands - landing directly into the inside of my left elbow. The tray was balanced between my left hand, my right hand, and my left elbow at 3 points. Because of how it was balanced, I couldn't move the pan in any direction without it becoming farther unbalanced and laying along the length of my arm.
Another girl was standing there. Of course I immediately screamed, but then I just kind of stood there because I couldn't figure out what the hell to do. She went for the other pair of gloves, but they were in the back and not at the oven where they should have been. Eventually, I managed to sort of throw it off my arm so the edge of the pan caught on the baking rack, and I slid the pan back in.
It immediately blistered and burst and swelled. I was in severe pain. I couldn't bend my arm, I couldn't put anything on it without excruciating pain - all we had was bactine and "mild burn gel" which were both ineffective. And my supervisor wouldn't let me leave to go get it cleaned up at the hospital. I had to stay and finish the bake..... for the next 4 hours, as no one else could do it. I cried for the entire shift, occasionally going into the fridge or outside to scream. Let me tell you, pans that are already difficult to maneuver because much more difficult when you can't use one of your arms. My parents came to pick me up after work and I asked them to take me to the hospital, or at least the pharmacy, but they wouldn't either, as they though it was "silly". It ended up becoming slightly infected and I lost feeling in that area of my arm. I coudn't bend my arm for days, and for a week I couldn't sleep because of the pain. I'm guessing it was a little worse than a "mild burn".
It also came along with two large, deep, white scars, one just above the corner of my elbow where the rim of the pan was, and one just below the corner of my elbow where the bottom of the pan sat. The top one was quite a bit worse, actually. It's been 5 years and I still have them, and they're quite visible. People still ask about them regularly. I've been asked if I was a heroin addict more times than I can count because of the location of the scars.
All my other scars are minor and boring - chicken pox, cheese grater, biking, etc.
The cookies turned out perfect, by the way.
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Well I don't think my story is as cool as everyone else's but I'm going to share anyways.
I have multiple scars all over my left knee, that it probably looks like a Vampire was attacking it lol, but just had it scoped multiple times.....
but the real story is that when I was 5 years old, I had to be a part of everything, so on Christmas Eve I was helping my grandma do the dishes. I grabbed the turkey platter from her before she was done rinsing it off and was holding it over my head....still slippery I dropped it........but not to the floor. It landed right on top of my head to the back top left corner. Well, guess who won? My head....the turkey platter actually broke in half and split my head open.......it was bleeding everywhere, but apparently my parents were to afraid to take me to the ER to get stitches (I was a very dramatic child, and had the tendency to throw up on doctors on purpose becaue I didn't like them....) so the sat there holding it together for hours. Now I have this huge bald spot, that I have to maneuever my hair around and always get made fun of for it because it'll sometimes flap out of place and whoa! There it is....hair dressers also aren't very happy with it when I have to have special occasion styles done........
I have multiple scars all over my left knee, that it probably looks like a Vampire was attacking it lol, but just had it scoped multiple times.....
but the real story is that when I was 5 years old, I had to be a part of everything, so on Christmas Eve I was helping my grandma do the dishes. I grabbed the turkey platter from her before she was done rinsing it off and was holding it over my head....still slippery I dropped it........but not to the floor. It landed right on top of my head to the back top left corner. Well, guess who won? My head....the turkey platter actually broke in half and split my head open.......it was bleeding everywhere, but apparently my parents were to afraid to take me to the ER to get stitches (I was a very dramatic child, and had the tendency to throw up on doctors on purpose becaue I didn't like them....) so the sat there holding it together for hours. Now I have this huge bald spot, that I have to maneuever my hair around and always get made fun of for it because it'll sometimes flap out of place and whoa! There it is....hair dressers also aren't very happy with it when I have to have special occasion styles done........
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I sure was buddawiggi and that is a cool lightening scar you have Thanks!! irishstephen1974 your scar making sounds like it was pretty painful but I love how you are proud to wear it!!
That's WILD!!! Your cool points just went up by like 200!!
I'm glad you're okay, tho; that could have been bad...
Wow it sounds like you were lucky that day. Whew!