Scars with historyYou've all got scars: they're nature's little reminders not to be so damned stupid next time. My favourite is the 1/4" round hole in the back of my right hand, created when I was 7 by my best friend putting a manure-covered gardening fork "away".
Tell us the stories behind your scars. With photos if possible.
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chthonic, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 10:00)
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Broke my ankle in a spectacularly boring way...There I was, walking down the street, fell over, broke my ankle. Heard it snap and everything. Sounded like breaking a piece of celery.
NO I am not 80 with osteoporosis.
Was so embarrassed by this non-injury that I hopped into a taxi, went to work and sat at my desk weeping quietly until my ankle had swelled to elphantitus-like proportions. Finally agreed to let a friend take me to an x-ray place and then to the ER.
Now I am like an 80 year old woman because when it turns damp and cold I really can say "I feel it in my bones", due to the dull ache I get.
(, Tue 8 Feb 2005, 18:17, closed)
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