This scar resulted in a severe breastfeeding mishap, and no, the baby didn’t bite it off…
I was nursing my middle son, and I had put him down for a moment to run into the kitchen to check on the pot roast I was making for dinner. I had just showered, so all I had on was my nightgown (nylon) over my otherwise naked self. As I lifted the very large roast out of the boiling water and oil to turn it, my oldest said something that distracted me. When I looked away, the roast slid off the fork and back down into the pot splashing the tops of both breasts with boiling oil and water.
I did manage to keep my wits about me…I ran straight to the shower, hopped in with gown still on, and turned on the ice cold water. When I finally removed the gown it took several layers of skin off the tops of my breasts and upper nipple area. 3rd degree burns. Today they are faded, looking like a very light spidery-webbing in a couple of spots. It took a couple of months for them to stop oozing, though, but I still breastfed the baby the whole time!
Eh. I have a scar on my left knee, from where my bone was sticking out…or something. I was watching the Bulls at the time (back when they were good) and to this day I wish I had waited until after the game to ask Mommy why my knee looked like that. I also have a 4 inch scar on my left thigh where they took something from me to make sure I wasn’t allergic to whatever they were going to do in the previously mentioned surgery. Also I have a slight scar on my right ankle from surgery when I was born, since I have a mild case of cerebral palsy.
But what is oddly more upsetting – I have a 1/3rd of an inch long scar on my left hand. How did I get it? James Johnson scratched me in 4th grade. I don’t have any idea why being scratched leaves a scar – he didn’t even draw blood. There’s just a line of skin that is lighter than the rest.
I’m new here. Got most of my scars from playground mishaps:smack:. One’s on my elbow, where I scraped against some torn, rusty house siding…Two more are on my knees, where I fell down while running on the blacktop. A huge one on my chin is from when I fell from the tallest of one of those huge, red wooden blocks at the park… It was a school trip and I had one of the teachers take me back to the school so my dad could pick me up and take me home… Um… one is around my middle finger on my right hand when I was carving a pencil with a straight razor blade:smack: and nearly cut of my fingers…Damn, did that hurt… One on my hairline is from a hair relaxer mishap…:rolleyes: Many are from my cat, and the last ones are from the chicken pox thingy that never went away…
Small, thin , barely noticable one on inside of left knee. Took three stitches. This one happened in Grade Three. They were moving some of the playground equipment and the tetherball pole was laying on the ground, held up at one end by it’s glob of cement. I decided to try balancing across it on a chunck of 2x4. I went down, the wood went up. World’s biggist sliver!
Tiny scar on inside of left wrist. Disagreement with chunk of wire in a pile of construction dirt. I was about twelve.
Thin scar on top of left middle finger, just below nail. Carving accident, early teens?
That finger also has the prizewinner. Deep, 1/2-3/4 in, scar across the tip of the finger. Two stitches. I found a painted rock at Redwood Park and hauled it home. It was nearly the size of a persons head. I decided to put it in the basement. On the cement floor. Only problem was, I forgot to take my finger out when I let it drop. Splat! Bled all over, hurt like hell and I got to wear a HUGE bandage on it for the rest of the summer. Lost the nail, too, which had a neat hole drilled in it to relieve the pressure.
I also have a really fancy set of episiotomy scars, but they’re not exactly visable!
I should have a huge scar on my face from the time I shot face first over the handlebars of my scooter and slide about three sidewalk squares. That was good for three days in the hospitla since I also had a really good concussion. Amazingly, it didn’t leave a mark. I was seven at the time. I’ve probably got a scar on my brain from the time I cracked the back of my head on a fence playing “Keep-Away” on ice at school in Grade Seven. That landed me in the hospital for a week. :rolleyes:
cheek- scratch from a neighbor boy left eyeball- hockey injury resulting in me being temporaraily blind and requiring surgery (*and I can say I’ve had a needle stuck in my eye * (grade 4) left shoulder blade- rollerblading injury bike smashed into me left index finger - cut to the middle of my finger (i was cutting salami in grade 7 with a big knife and missed and cut my finger instead to the center of it)
across the left side of my neck - surgery to remove glands right knee- two scars from skinning my knee from riding my wagon left eye by my eyebrow - walked into a swing as a child
these are all the ones I can remember, I guess that goes with being a tomboy.
The most impressive is the six inch diagonal scar on my abdomen from emergency gallbladder surgery. If anyone ever sees it, I tell them I got it in a knife fight while in women’s prison.
I have a one inch scar on the bottom of my right foot from stepping on a lightbulb and a little circular scar on my right knee from gracefully flying over the handlebars of a moped.
My newest scar is along the length of my left thumb. I was using scissors to greedily hack into a special order box of gourmet low-fat cheesecake. The scissors worked better at slicing open my thumb than they did at cutting the tape. I wrapped a paper towel around my thumb and continued tearing open the box - NOTHING was going to deter me from getting that cheesecake!
1/2" on my finger from grabbing a sharp plant walking along a path.
1/4" on the top of my left foot from when I tried to flick open a penknife by holding the blade (genius).
1/4" on my top lip where I opened a car door into my face while staring at the neighbours’ au pair.
1 1/2" on my right shin from slipping jumping into an armoured personnel carrier.
And one the size/shape of a 22 yr old man’s upper jaw on my left bicep where my friend bit me… that’s right, bit me.
I’ve got four neat ones on my stomach–two about an inch long, one half an inch, one dime-sized, the result of some endoscopic stomach surgery.
I’ve also got one on my knee from when I tripped on a tree root, and one on my thumb from when I tried to cut open a golf ball with a pocket knife (it’s cool inside, kids! try this at home! hehe).
I’m going to have surgery on my head soon but thankfully the doctor told me they can cut under my hairline instead of under my eye as originally planned (think Mike Tyson’s tattoo). Of course, I will have a nice shaved spot for quite some time.
Two on the heel of my right hand – one from when I was twelve and fell on some glass, and one from when I was nineteen aand accidentally put my hand through a window.
Twelve little notches in a circle on my left wrist (top, not underneath!) from a really stupid attempt to be cool in high school and carve a watch face in my skin. They’ve steadily faded over the years and should soon be gone.
Some on my eyelid from reconstructive surgery.
Also, I used to have a couple of big ones on the top of my head from when our housecat attacked me when I was little (it was entirely my fault, by the way. We made up). I don’t know if it’s gone yet because I never look at the top of my head.
Small scar on forehead from being drunk and having a dog that is frightened of fireworks. She wrapped me up in her leash and then knocked me down a flight of stairs.
Small scar on the tissue between my my nostrils from getting hit with a ring in a fight.
Large patch of scar tissue on the left side of my neck from getting “clotheslined” while doing 30 mph on a mountain bike. And I still have some gravel in my palm. Thankfully, the neck scar tissue only shows up when I’m flushed.
2 inch scar on right shoulder blade from getting stabbed in a Mexican prison.
(Actually, it’s from getting a cyst cut out by a doc who didn’t care about appearances. But the Mexican prison story produces a certain kind of silence from girlfriends who have just asked, “Where did you get this scar?”)
6 inch long scar on left forearm from throwing a block in a high school pickup football game and discovering that Rick W. was wearing braces. Seeing the string of skin hanging off his braces was pretty cool, as was watching him puke when we told him about it.
1 inch scar on left thumb from breaking up a dog fight.
Vasectomy scar.
Quarter-sized scar on right knee from a skateboarding accident.
12 inch scar on back of left leg from being shot with a bottle rocket while going over a barbed wire fence.
I have a chicken pox scar on my forehead, and one on the inside of my left arm.
I have what I beleive is a cat sratch scar on my upper lip. (and lots of other randomly distributed and very small cat related scars)
I fell on my chin in the bathtub when I was 3 or 4 and had to have it sewn up.
I had a couple of zits close under my left eye that never really completely faded away, they look like a redish purple line under the eye. They were too close to my eye to do anything about.
I have an odd scar that lines up with the left laugh line on my face, and I have no idea what it is from.
I have an inch long scar on my left hand from cutting myself on some sharp exposed metal at work.
I have stretch marks on my upper thighs from growing too fast.
On Saturday, I was sitting on the train next to a guy who had literally hundreds of small scars all over his legs and arms. I looked like he had fallen into a pit of broken glass or something.
I have a scar on my forehead which according to my mom is a chicken pox scar. It’s just a small like dent.
On my right hand, I have a grey splotch scar when I impaled said hand into a sharp pencil when I was 8. There was no blood when the pencil was pulled, which was 12 times freakier than a 6 inch long pencil being impaled…
On my left hand I have 2 scars on my thumb and my pinky has a weird looking bubbled up scar. I farted around with a serrated bread knife resulting in blood and screaming and laughing (from my parents). I did this when i was 15 and should have got stitches for it.
My dad is the king of scars (at least in my family), including a huge valley of a scar on his thigh when he had an infection caused by a cousin to the flesh eating virus and diabetes and for a time last year, had a second belly button where the old perentinial (sp?) dyalysis tube was in. When the doctor took out the tube, an infection resulted with a huge gaping hole. Comedy ensued with my mom and dad.
I’ve got two good ones. Correct that, three. No, four.
The first is a big gash of a scar on the front of my left thigh. I had a compound fracture (the femur penetrated outside the skin) as a result of a car wreck. I was the passenger. I was NOT wearing my seat belt. Had I been wearing my seatbelt, I would have walked away with maybe a couple of broken ribs. The driver was not wearing his seatbelt, but it would have done him no good. The car collapsed into his left femur crushing it. He got out of the hospital a week earlier because no broken skin for infection. I was in the hospital for a total of three weeks. Two weeks in traction. Then about 4 months on crutches. I could go jogging speed without tiring before the end of that.
The second is a surgical scar all the way up the side of the left thigh. This is from putting the plate in my leg, then removing it one-and-a-half years later.
The third is on my lower lip. This too from that car wreck. I had numerous scratches on my face. The one on the lip is the only one noticeable, and not much so anymore. This is where the plastic surgeon sewed a chunck of lip back on. He said he could see the imprint of the radio dial on it. Luckily, no teeth were lost.
The fourth is on my neck. This was from a removal of a thyroglossal duct cyst. I get asked if I had a trachyotomy (spelling?). I tell people I got the worst of a bar fight. I went to an ear-nose-throat specialist about a bad ear infection years after it happened. He looked at it and said, “thyroglossal duct cyst, right?”
I don’t know how girls like these things. But for guys, they’re pretty cool.
I don’t have any idea why being scratched leaves a scar – he didn’t even draw blood. There’s just a line of skin that is lighter than the rest.
