Do you have a scar? What's the story of your scar?

I have a couple, but my favorite is the one on my knee. It used to be gnarly, but it's faded with time. I was in elementary school, playing on the monkey bars, near the sandbox. Some guy took my spot, so I chased him and slid on the sand and YUCK! what a gash! I wasn't supposed to be goofing around after school -- I had those "go right home after school! do your homework! then you can play" parents. It was hard keeping that big ol' smush on my knee a secret. I think I made up a good story. But that was it for chasing guys..... NOT!

My dad told us not to fall down and get scars cuz then we couldn't be Miss America. I was crushed. Boo hoo... no more Miss America.

So, I got my own scholarship -- for smarts. I would have had a hard time with the talent anyway -- not too much call for Poetry as Entertainment back in the 60's.

Your scar story?

About three inches away from my Lady Regions. Got bit by a dog when I was around 10 or 11.

what was a dog doing near your lady regions??? :shrug:

to where he was chained up. He lunged for me, and got a big ol' chunk of thigh!

Sorry, I should not pick on you....should I do an apology thread?

Or I'll go down to ATA and lodge a formal complaint!

:crazy:

a long and ugly story. If they were on my head, at least I could bullshit people and tell them they were dueling scars from my days at Heidelberg.

Redstone

Broke my front tooth and messed up my teeth for life. My mother was too scared to sue the little bastid.

I fell off my bike when I was about 10. The one thing that really sticks in my memory -- I picked myself up, cycled home, parked my bike in the shed, then went up the steps to the house, thinking "if I were a couple of years younger I'd be bawling my eyes out". I realized then that I was starting to grow up.

p.s. I used to have a gash on my left side, just under the ribs, from when I was playing out back of my cousin's house, and I fell over the Niagara Escarpment (the cliff that Niagara Falls goes over, which actually runs from NY State up into Northern Ontario). I didn't go all the way down, because a lot of the escarpment is buried in eroded rock debris (a "talus slope", I learned in college). I skidded down into a bunch of gravel and logs, and that broke my fall. I looked for the scar a while back, but couldn't find it -- I was almost sorry to lose that little souvenir, because the story freaked people out so much ... "you fell over Niagara Falls?"

inserted through it for traction to pull my left pelvis down after the semi broke it and pushed it a few inches up my side.

When I was about 6, my brother was torturing me with a squirt gun. I ran inside, tripped on the concrete steps and cracked my skull on the metal track that the sliding glass door rides on. It's far enough under my hair that it can't be seen, but it does really funky things to my bangs. If I'm not careful I get Hawaii Five-o hair.

Also a 12 stitch scar on my palm, right below my thumb.. I was throwing out trash when I worked at Applebees. There was a broken glass in the bag and it sliced me as I tossed it. My asshole boss made me drive myself to the ER. I should have sued them in retrospect.

breasts. It travels down and to the right, ending on my side just below my rib cage.

I was scheduled for a laproscopy gall bladder surgery. Imagine my surprise when I woke up three days later in ICU. LOL!

from my hip replacement from 7 years ago. As a result of a car accident.

That's...it. :-)

I grew up across the road from an Indian reservation,I was in 100 serious fights before I was 12 years old. They hated my guts because I was white (actually I'm 1/8 Cree).

if I may ask?

From falling on the ice when I was three or four. Also, two scars near my jaw from getting moles removed, but they're not noticeable unless I point them out.

One is on my head, and it's a bald spot shaped like Africa. It's a souvenir from a stage dive gone horribly wrong in a venue that had brick floors. :-D

The second is also on my head. A midshipman thought it would be a good idea to put me over his shoulder and run through the hall of his dormitory. He turned the corner, and my head smacked into the poking out side of the corner. That one took a lot of stitches and made a pretty gross puddle on the floor. Needless to say, the bald look would not be good for my poor misused head.

The third is on my knee. It's fading a lot with time. That one is from running in formation. The cadet in front of me got out of step and I tripped on his foot and went sprawling. I got up and kept running, and when we got to our training site, sat down on a log. I noticed that my pants were wet and thought the canteen in my pocket had leaked, but then saw that the knee was ripped out. So I go about my business, ripping the pants open, washing off the cut with canteen water, and seeing how bad it was. It was wet down to my socks. I didn't much care, but the guys around me were getting very, very green around the gills :-D

The fourth is on my back where I had a suspicious mole taken off. It's really very ugly. That one was done by a public clinic in Germany, and somehow I think the doc on duty that day had a malformed sense of aesthetics. It looks kind of like the bad Halloween prop scars kids use to make Frankenstein costumes. Oh well, it's on my back, at least I never have to look at it!

when my dear, now departed, Sir Thomas C. Cat bit me. I had picked up a stray, put the stray down and then picked jealous Tom up. Dumb move on my part, he sniffed my hand and then sank his upper and lower "eye" teeth completely into the back of my hand. I was at the Dr's within an hour, due to the intense pain, and given antibiotics. Within 24 hrs, I was admitted to the hospital with a bad infection that travelled almost to my elbow. I was hospitalized for a few days and on IV antibiotics for two weeks at home.

I have a nice dimple where the top tooth went in and about 2" away another white dimple where the lower tooth went in.

The vet said to excuse Sir Thomas's behavior since it was my picking up the stray that caused Tom's temporary insanity.

I have a few from petting a stray cat who turned out to be a semi-tame feral cat... Ouch.

and get this, I "just would not shut up".

Yep, 18 stitches accross my right eyebrow. Doc did a hell of a job and there is barely a scar. And, of course, WE told him I hit it on the dash cuz hubby stopped the car too fast (and the guy bought it).

I can laugh now...cuz the man is out of my life (and out of my son's life since new hubby adopted him YEA!)But what a fuck-up!! :puke:

That's the story. 48 hours of labor and nothing.
The OB did a great job, though-it's barely visible.

Let's just say I had an active childhood. The only one with a story is the stitches I had placed in my lips when I was hit by a car when I was in 1st grade. Wasn't looking when I ran across the street and you know the rest....Stupid I know.

2 c-sections, 1 hysterectomy and mastoid surgery when very little.

I have laporoscopy scars in my bellybutton (2 of them).

But I have a wicked keloid (sp?) scar from my emergency ectopic pregnancy. And the worst part of that story is how stupid the folks are in the hospital. I found out I I had and lost a baby (and at the time was trying), a tube (1/2 of my reproductive chances), almost died, and wake up.... in the OB wing of the hospital ... yeah, where the moms and babies are. Talk about depressing. And at the time, had to be there a week. Not fun. The scar -- it was emergency surgery -- so they figured to put it below my bikini line. At least that worked for me.

No, never had another baby. The scar reminds me every day.

I had my "miracle baby", then 3 miscarriages, an ectopic, (emergency, too...as well as the horrendous experience of waking up in the ob ward), and a stillbirth. I decided I was finished following the stillbirth. I'm extremely thankful for my son.
As far as (physical) scars go, I have the bikini line, one laparoscopy, a small one on my upper thigh from a blood vessel tumor, and one scar on my upper lip from my older brother's game of catch with a coffee can when I was 4 years old. Not so bad for 46 years of life!!

with women who gave birth.

Thank god...things have changed a lot in the twenty years since my experience.:-)

But that was 23 years ago. Kaiser. They weren't too smart any way. I had the ectopic, but they didn't know. I was in for a laporoscopy for their infertility clinic. Quel surprise when vi-ola, a baby in the tube.

Funny thing was, a couple of weeks before that I was getting a permanent (hey, it was the 80's) and it didn't take. My hairdresser says, "the only time they don't take is when you're pregnant." So my former husband says, "always trust your hairdresser, but verify."

Really it was a M-80 firecracker and I was barefooted. Took 86 stitches on my right foot.

I broke my wrist playing women's football, and have to have pins and new bone put in my wrist. They are about 4 inch scars on both sides of the wrist.

Also, I had ACL reconstruction with a cadaver graft, which left 4 scars, but 3 of them you can barely see now. The other is just over an inch long.

you guessed it, motorcycle accident
I have a third scar - ahh nevermind

Never had any till last year. Got an infection that traveled through my blood stream. Wound up with open heart surgery for a new valve. Scar from neck to navel. Then from navel all the way down my lower abdomen with a matching one to that on my back, where they cut out and replaced portions of deteriorating back bone with rods and screws.....They went in from the front and the back. Yikes do I go through tubes of Scar Zone

was thrown up in the air at a school picnic.

looks like I tried to do myself in.

Actually, it was from the cupboard at my father's place...he had these really odd old style cupboards and the hook on the inside jammed into wrist as I was opening it - my dad sandwiched me in between him and the cupboard door accidentally.

It just missed the major artery by a millimetre. :scared:

from burning it on a Harley exhaust pipe. It peeled the skin right off. Ouch.

I had my appendix removed so theres a scar on the side of my body. I used to have one on my right eye from when I hit a fence and had stiches there when I was young. Funnily enough, my left eye is the eye I have trouble seeing with not my right which sees well.

There is one on my left arm that is about two inches long. It's very white and clear - it was made by the blade of a very sharp pocket knife. I did it purposely when my beloved horse was put down at the age of 31. He had come into my life at a time when I needed a friend badly and he needed one too. Together we were strong.

We rode together nearly every day. On weekends in the fall we rode with the local hunt (drag hunt - we didn't kill fox, just chased a scent). Even though he was 28 at the time, he was strong and fit and loved to hunt.

But he developed problems in his feet and after a long struggle, we put him down on a crisp fall day. I led him out into the field and though he limped painfully, his head went up to sniff the breeze and I could see him looking for the hounds and riders. He went softly and swiftly, no pain, no fear. I whispered goodbye and with my knife, sliced a gash in my arm. I let the blood run onto his forehead - part of me went with him to wherever the good horses go. I hope to see him again someday but whenever I look down and see that scar, I'm reminded of one of the best friends I ever had.

The guy had biceps the size of my thighs.
And no, I'm not kidding.

I was playing hide and seek. Looked over my shoulder and ran straight into a tree. Huge gash, lots of blood and I was rushed to the emergency room. Stitches - which I loved. I looked like Dr. Frankenstein's monster. Which when you are are pre-adolescent boy is just about as cool as you can get.

But I still have the scar and I still like it.


Khash.

At about 13 years old, I was riding down the driveway on my fairly new 10-speed bike -- and forgot that you don't ever leave the inside pedal down when you make a sharp turn.

Pedal hit, bike came to an instant halt, and I went right over the handlebars and onto the pavement.

Scraped my left hip and shoulder pretty badly, but it was my elbow that took the worst of it. Now there's a dime-shaped scar still there, years later.

...rented a 3-wheel ATC at Dayton Beach, where you can ride on the beach. It was a loooooooong time ago.

I was riding on the beach, I went towards what looked like a sand pile somebody left... the beach is hard but this pile, it looked like somebody has just dug up some sand and piled it up loosly... it was tall and thin...

I thought when my front wheel hit it it would just mash down and I'd keep on going..

... thing was as hard as solid concrete.. total optical illusion....

the ATC-Heyo combo flipped over, and I hurt my knuckle and had a bad scrape on my abdomen...

I also sustained serious bruising to my ego, but survived.

The scar on my knuckle from that is still there.

:hurts:

Heyo

and he hung there, swinging. I had a nice row of bites and a new cleft in my chin. :-D

If you want to eliminate scars and heal in minutes, use bacitracin. Best. Stuff. Ever.

I was going up a driveway and pushed the pedal down real hard and it snapped off and I got scraped a little by the broken stump where it used to hook on. It's by my knee on the inner part of my right leg. I don't remember it hurting that badly though. I think I was more miffed that I had to go without my bike while it got fixed.

Scars.

from head to toe.

Top of head: Claw Hammer to the top of the head (claw end) helping my dad sheetrock a ceiling in our house. Was knocked silly but not out.

Not a scar but is a noticeable injury: Right eye does not dialate right and the eyelid droops. I was suckered punched in a bar. I put the guy in the hospital.

Chin: Was showing off for a girl and walking on a high bar and fell and busted my chin open. I catch it when I am shaving sometimes and reopen it.

Right upper chest: Bullet scar.

right side under my pecs to my upper back: surgery scar from the bullet wound above.

Left side of my middle back: exit wound of said bullet wound above.

below surgery scar: chest tube holes from same bullet wound. it punctured my upper lung.

right hand index finger: was stuck by a skinning knife by my cousin nearly came out the other side, we were skinning a deer.

Same hand between index finger nad middle finger: scar from punching a guy in the face and his glasses frames stabbing me there.

left hand index finger: knife cut to the bone.

left forearm: stab wound from stopping a friend from killing himself. Nearly killed him for stabbing me.

left leg: gone.

right leg: three foot surgery scar from the work they tried to do to save my left leg. Also the leg has road rash from sliding down a freshly graveled hill in my home town when was a kid. was riding my bike and hit a thick pile of gravel and lost it and slid all the way down. from the top of my knee to the side of my hip road rash, my mother took an hour cleaning rocks out of it.

Well that is all my scars. hope I did not scare anyone.

I always had this theory.
Thank the scars.

Take my husband... hit head-on by a guy who had just got out of prison and was "celebrating" with drugs and booze (and guess who was the only guy out of 6 people uninjured... go figure)

Anyway... my darling died on the operating table. Came back.
I often lay my hands on his and.. .thank the scars.

I was told at 21 that I have fifty year old arms. If I could walk I would have a trick knee. Tore ligaments and broke the knee cap on my right leg. Broke my nose three times. my index and middle fingers on both hands. My fingers are bent now. One hand was a caught between two football helmets and the other hand was wrenched in the bridal rope of a horse.

I know what your husband went through when I was shot I died three times in one day.

Sheer poetry.

Redstone

I have written a poem -- thank the scars.
And it covers internal and external scars.

Aren't all these stories amazing.
I love this thread!

in Brazil. All was going well for about 3/4 of the race time until my friend from Iceland decided it would be funny to ram me into the barrier really hard, which you're supposed to not do. I ended up facing the wrong way, and so I tried pulling the cart back away from the barrier with my hands (while still sitting in the cart) so I could do a U-turn and keep racing. Unfortunately for my arm, I pressed it on the red-hot engine cover and burned off a patch of my skin about the size of a lemon. It hurt like hell, not to mention the patch of skin was too big to be able to tend properly. This was something like 6 years ago and the scar has shank and faded since then, but you can still see the imprint of some part of the engine on my arm. Needless to say he felt really bad and bought me some beers after that.

More than I can count.

About two inches to the left of my belly button. From emergency surgery I had in 1971 to find the source of internal bleeding - as a result, I had my spleen removed.

I was 2, and we just moved into Army housing. Slick wood floors, a 2-year-old in socks, and a wall radiator. 8 stiches later and 35 (almost) years later, I still have the scar.

I was once dating a woman with a small child. He noticed the scar and asked what it was. I told him that was where my 3rd eye was removed. :evilgrin:

for the worst/largest scar. I have one that runs from my pubic bone to between my breasts. It's about 2 inches wide and dents in. I was so proud! I won! I won!
edited to add the whole disgusting reason: 1st time, gall bladder removal at the age of 22 (1975); second time: 10 lb. tumour that wasn't cancerous, but they had to remove some of my female bits. BTW, none of these very serious ops required me to pay for them. Universial health care, baby! Plus, time off work... totally paid for (not by where I was working, by the government). For the last one, they even paid for my mum to come out and take care of me! And this was only 10 years ago.

I got it running in the house when I was little. I came tearing around a corner and skidded out and hit the edge of the coffee table with my face. :) My little brother has a mirror image scar over his left eyebrow where he hit a different corner of the same coffee table.

What is it with you kids? I probably have 100 stitches and nine or ten scars in my head from police batons -antiwar demonstrations.

Then there's the Central American war story-LOTS of scars, physically and mentally.

Oh, and I have a little one on my forehead from when I was four and fell off the fireplace mantel which seemed like a cool place to climb. Chuck Connors lived next door, and took me to the hospital.

He was even taller then. It just occurred to me lots of you guys don't know who Chuck Connors was.

I had a major crush on Johnny Crawford.
Wonder where he is now?

Did you know... the dvd is now available -- of the at least the first year of the series. Saw it on netflix.

Cool... saved by The Rifleman.
Now...go out to the barn and do your chores!

I am the major surgery poster child.

I know...zipperneck, from biopsies for Lymphoma (yes I had lymphoma).

My abdominal scar is from the exploratory to determine if the lymphoma had spread.

The scar on my back was from back surgery due to an on the job injury.

The scar on my left thigh is from my hip replacement.

Tried to take the bottle out to the trash can and fell down the porch steps on top of it. I ended up with 7 stitches in my stomach and then it got infected. It's one hell of a manly scar

from being bitten by a parrot...

The scar, just in front of the malleolus (big ankle bone), looks like an old toothless woman's mouth, shut tight after getting the last word in an argument.

Mrs. V. saved me. After the post-surgical cast came off and the infection was discovered, a bandage change (that's the delicate name for what she had to do) was required every four hours for a week. Then surgery to clean out the infection.

After that, Mrs. V. did bandage changes every four hours for a while, then every six hours, then every eight hours. We saw a cosmetic surgeon who prescribed Regranex, an ointment containing HGH.*

My beloved saved my foot. And people don't think gay people commit.

* The pharmaceutical companies are running this country into the ground almost as much as the Bush administration. This stuff, without insurance, would have been $500 per tube -- and I needed two of them! :grr:

on my arm . . . stupid story . . .

When I was about four, my six-year-old brother had learned how to tell time and he thought it was the coolest thing ever, so he decided to teach me, too. We had a kid's book that had a cardboard cartoon clock face with plastic hands on the upper two-thirds, with the bottom third being taken up by the actual book. Rich set it to a time and wedged the book into one of the glass panes in our back door to make it just like a real clock and said, "Okay, what time is it?"

Just as I looked up, the book came loose and fell straight down. The tip of the plastic hour hand--keep in mind that we'd had the book for a while, so the hand curved outward--went through the little divot on my upper lip right underneath my nose. (No idea what the proper name is.)

My mom rushed me and my brother to the base hospital and initially the corpsman wasn't going to sew it up! He relented when my mom said, "He's going to have to shave someday!" so now I have a thin white scar that starts almost dead-center on my upper lip and travels down and to the right.

A little knowledge can be a dangerous thing, and sometimes acquiring a little knowledge can be a dangerous thing, too. :P

big ass scars - one on each side of my knee. But the operation worked, I got out of my brace during those years as a preteen/teen/young adult - but now I'm back in my brace and I don't care. It helps me walk better.

when I was 6, I was riding my bike with a neighbor girl. We went down a tiny hill (laughable actually) and I fell. The cut had to be stitched after they removed some tiny stones.

I have a fairly large "T" on my chest to correct a heart defect when I was five.

The second is a nice long, thin scar down my spine from corrective surgery for scoliosis.

I have assorted scraped knees and elbows too, but those are the really fun ones. :-)

A friend of my little brother's threw a small rock at me when I was seven. Small rock, but big cut! I had to have stitches. Also, I have a small pencil mark under my eye from where a kid who liked me stabbed me with a pencil in third grade.

Little boys have funny ways of showing their affection....