Post a pic of your most interesting scar and/or its story

As a nurse and a person who's bored of/averse to blanket images of physical perfection, I'm thinking of launching a little art project for the hospital I work at and am curious as to what's out there among us. Thanks to anyone who can share!

prolly my most interesting is the scar from when my right kidney was removed when I was 4 years old.

At the time it was a modern medical miracle...had I been born a couple of years earlier I would have prolly been dead by the age of 5...

edited to add: Sorry, I don't have a pic guess I could have one made if you need it and BTW I too work in a hospital...emergency department


:hi:

There's usually such a great story behind each one - not just of injury, but of healing and recovery. Sometimes I'll see interesting-looking scars on strangers in public. Twice I asked people about them and was surprised how willing to talk about them they were. Motorcycle accidents were the source in both cases, which represented dramatic psychological turning points in their lives.

So did you get a new kidney? Do you kind of like your scar now?

they did not have the technology or knowledge at the time to replace kidneys. So, I only have the one on the left. I was part of a longitudinal study until I was about 14. My left kidney is somewhat larger than normal and is functioning quite well. Thanks for asking. Good luck with your project and if I can be of any more help feel free to PM me. :hug:

nah.

Other than that, all I've got is lower-abdominal stretch marks. Nobody's dying to see any of those!:P

I truly honor them all.

...walking through a graveyard.

It was my sorority's hell night and I was Bugs Bunny. I was suppose to find Daffy Duck while blindfold not realizing I was in the middle of a graveyard. The sisters were hollaring out directions to find Daffy but no one noticed that the Tombstone I was trying to avoid had sides that stuck out from the main section. I tripped over that into another tombstone and sliced up my shin. They took me to the school doctor that gave me 3 stitches and said I should rest my leg but after 6 weeks of pledging I was determined to make it through the rest of hell night!

:scared:

Our hell night theme was Looney Tunes so we all were assigned a character (I got Bugs). Since I was a poor college student I went to the fabric store and got a big piece of gray fur fabric with a smaller white fur for the front. Then I bough a pair of rabbit ears and great stockings. Then I had a week to HAND-SEW the entire outfit together. I basically folded over the gray fabrics and sewed the sides together except for armhole areas. Cut an opening for my head and sewed the white fur on front. I even fixed the white bunny ear I bought with gray fur so they would match. So my leg was pretty much exposed.

My mother saved the outfit and one of my nephews used it for a Halloween costom about 4-5 years ago. They loved the outfit

who ummm misconstrued what our relationship was and I was so mentally removed from thinking of her in that way that I failed to ummm perform under pressure. The whole thing was really unsettling and she didn't help by asking stupid questions ("have you done this much before?"...I'm not THAT young)

Also her she wasn't bashful about baring her saggy tittys but demurred when I suggested we try some other positions...:???:


I came back a couple hours later and we had a quickie:)

I'm confused. :shrug:

it was an emotional scar :(

When I was a baby our family dog bit my face off.

I was learning to walk and he was sleeping on the floor. Apparently I fell and when I landed I landed on his "naughty dog bits," which scared the crap out of him, and rightly so. Anyway, he whipped around and bit me right in the face. My nose was, I've been told, hanging from my face by a thread. So I had stitches and reconstructive surgery and now the scar is pretty much non existent, though I see it because I know where to look.

That was the biggest trauma I've suffered so far. Hopefully it will remain that way.

another thread a while back. That happened to a former roommate of mine when he was 2 yo or something with the family Labrador. Like you, his scars are barely visible (a blessing that goes with injuries sustained when little), although he believes the reconstructive surgery he had significantly altered his facial appearance as he grew. Good looking guy, though.

A doggy thread maybe. Good memory!

I've wondered the same thing your old roommate has. "Would I still look like this if that hadn't happened?" That sort of thing. Doesn't matter one way or the other though since there's nothing I could do or would want to do about it anyway.

Fell of a cliff and did a number to my pelvis, hip , leg.

Almost 20 years ago

CB

So is part of the scar surgical or just traumatic?

And I can't help but ask: What's it like to fall off a cliff? :scared:

and I have no memory of it. Took 3 ortopedic surgeons 7 hours to put me back together


CB

and can show me some creds, I'll email it to you. PM me.

:hi:

(because it's right between my boobies)

knee. When I was four years old, I thought "tomorrow" lay just beyond the barbed-wire fence at the edge of my grandfather's property, and that if I ran there really, really fast, I could somehow get to tomorrow. What I got instead was this big ol' scar. :eyes:

where i bit through it when i was 5. ouch. :(

dg

...but they did involve stitches. One on my right index finger, after throwing a stick with a hidden nail in it, and the other is a three-inch slice into my knee, involving a box cutter. The stories behind them are mundane, nothing real exciting other than truly embarrassing my mother in the ER for the finger stitches.

It was Halloween a couple years ago. I went to a party wearing a toga, on my bicycle. When I left the hosts assumed I was ok to ride since I carried the bike down their treacherous porch steps. I have no memory of what happened next. I woke up a few hours later in the ER. Somehow I crashed and went face first into the sidewalk. The only injuries were facial lacerations. I couldn’t shave for a couple weeks and decided I liked the look so I haven’t shaved since. Haven’t ridden my bike while drunk either.

but two nice long scars on my left leg from a gun shot wound.

the most interesting one to me is a cigarette burn on my left wrist. I did it. I had to prove to myself I could.

I find scars fascinating - our lives are written on our bodies.


Khash.

Don't have a picture of the scar but could post the orthoscopic pictures.
I first tore it in a body surfing accident and then finished it off climbing.

I'd posted a pic of the woman involved in mine but I don't wanna catch any ribbing along the lines of "you hit THAT?"

:)



when I was 10 or so I was jumping on a trampoline with a little girl. And she kept jumping towards me and I was afraid of accidently jumping *on* her- so I kept jumping back a little bit. I misjudged my distance from the edge- and unfortunately the side of the trampoline didn't have a guard to keep me safe from jagged pieces of metal. I didn't get stitches, my dad didn't take me to the hospital, and I was damned lucky I didn't get infected or anything. The scar fades just a little every year. Someday maybe it will be gone.

on edit: case ya couldn't tell, it's my knee