I have a small scar on my right palm from when my teacher passed me a book which poked into my hand.
I really wish it was something more badass than that. :S
I really wish it was something more badass than that. :S
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I managed to cut the tip of my pinkie off except for a sliver of skin with a cardboard box. You read that right, it was the worst papercut in history. See, I was breaking the box down so it could go in the trash (really big box), and when I tore it my pinkie hit the edge of the paper with enough force to cause some serious damage. I had to get it steri-stripped to re-attach it (basically, adhesive stitches for situations where regular stitches are a bad idea), and to this day I've got a nasty scar on my pinkie.
I've also got a healing wound at the moment from stepping on a hot coal and just standing there for a few seconds before I noticed the pain. Usually the callouses on my feet protect me, but this time they caused more damage than someone with a fresh pedicure would have suffered by preventing me from feeling anything until it was too late.
I've also got a healing wound at the moment from stepping on a hot coal and just standing there for a few seconds before I noticed the pain. Usually the callouses on my feet protect me, but this time they caused more damage than someone with a fresh pedicure would have suffered by preventing me from feeling anything until it was too late.
I... what.... how?Alcamonic said:
Just how would you even manage that, wit hthe angles, its....
urh?
on my left arm i have a scars i got when a dog tried to bite my arm off when i was 6 or 7. it never healed quite right. between my right index and middle finger is a burn scar from when i took my first step, bumped into something and made a pot of boiling water fall.
I have a scar on both sides of my right hand, I dropped a pencil and in the reflex to catch it, it went point against my hand, rubber (or eraser for you american folk) against the table, went all the way through, was, unpleasant to say the least.
Not so much a scar per-say, but a 'war wound'. My most ridiculous injury was when I broke my foot getting out of bed. Yup, you read that correctly. Put all my weight on the side of my foot rather quickly and it just snapped. Was crying from agony and laughter.
I got mine this summer.
It all started with me learning how to do a wall spin.
Like this:
Sadly, my first attempt resulted in me hitting the edge of the obstacle right above my right ankle when I was mid-spin. It hurt for a while, but nothing serious (or so I thought), I even did 1 1/2 hours of tricking after that. I only discovered that I was bleeding much later when I was at home.
Anyway, that wound healed really well until I decided to follow my habit of scratching[footnote]the word I would actually use to describe my action seems to have no proper translation[/footnote] at and pulling off the eschar.
Turned out that wound didn't heal as well as I thought, which I deduced from the fact that it started bleeding like crazy once I pulled the eschar off.
It has completly healed now. [small]And left a 2cm long discolored scar.[/small]
I'm a genius!
It all started with me learning how to do a wall spin.
Like this:
Sadly, my first attempt resulted in me hitting the edge of the obstacle right above my right ankle when I was mid-spin. It hurt for a while, but nothing serious (or so I thought), I even did 1 1/2 hours of tricking after that. I only discovered that I was bleeding much later when I was at home.
Anyway, that wound healed really well until I decided to follow my habit of scratching[footnote]the word I would actually use to describe my action seems to have no proper translation[/footnote] at and pulling off the eschar.
Turned out that wound didn't heal as well as I thought, which I deduced from the fact that it started bleeding like crazy once I pulled the eschar off.
It has completly healed now. [small]And left a 2cm long discolored scar.[/small]
I'm a genius!
Both are gone now but for a few years I had one from when a friend stabbed me with a plastic spoon and one from snapping a pencil over my knee.
Edit 1: Oh ya, I also have three on my hand from a friend pouring hot liquid sugar on my hand while trying to make candy. Same guy as the spoon thing actually. Idiot.
Edit 2:And my only broken bone happened from going down a McDonalds slide with shoes on and someone behind me.
Edit 3: There also is a small one on my head from running into a table when I was 2. You would not notice it though unless you were looking for it.
Edit 4: Oh and the time a friend stabbed me with a pencil in the leg because I kept putting my feet on his seat on the bus.
I am prone to stupid injury.
Edit 1: Oh ya, I also have three on my hand from a friend pouring hot liquid sugar on my hand while trying to make candy. Same guy as the spoon thing actually. Idiot.
Edit 2:And my only broken bone happened from going down a McDonalds slide with shoes on and someone behind me.
Edit 3: There also is a small one on my head from running into a table when I was 2. You would not notice it though unless you were looking for it.
Edit 4: Oh and the time a friend stabbed me with a pencil in the leg because I kept putting my feet on his seat on the bus.
I am prone to stupid injury.
I have a very small scar below my right big toe. As a kid, all of my classmates thought it would be fun to drop all the books at once and what had happened is that one dropped it right on my toe. No serious injury but it bloody well hurt.
Next up [two years from the last one] I was so angry at a student that I wanted to stab something so I stabbed my right thigh with a number-2 pencil. Didn't feel it and when I saw it worked I yanked it out and told mom once I got home. Everything is still fine. Its not that noticeable now though.
Next up [two years from the last one] I was so angry at a student that I wanted to stab something so I stabbed my right thigh with a number-2 pencil. Didn't feel it and when I saw it worked I yanked it out and told mom once I got home. Everything is still fine. Its not that noticeable now though.
But unless you deliberately held your hand over the place the bolt is fired from (which would be really uncomfortable and also not practical at all) you still couldn't. It's like shooting yourself in the hand with a rifle, i just don't understand how you could without being terminally stupid.Owyn_Merrilin said:
I actually only have one scar on my hand but its kinda bad i guess
basically we're in southern Spain (Cadiz to be precise)and its like 11pm, so i grab a baguette to make a sandwich
not being able to find a chopping board I instead just grab the massive bread knife and cut into my hand
as you can guess this made a cut about an inch long and pretty deep on my palm, blood everywhere etc.
so we left our apartment with kitchen roll pressed to my hand to try and find medical help, we try the pharmacy but they say we need stitches and point us around the corner to a local private hospital (not before giving me a handful of iodine)
we get to the hospital and present our medical insurance but I guess they couldn't be bothered so they send us halfway across the city to the public hospital (with another handful of iodine)
we then proceeded to walk for half an hour at midnight (cars are useless here due to about a bazillion narrow streets), and upon arrival we spend 10 minutes trying to find the way in
eventually we get in and im put on the table to get stitched up
unfortunately this doctor had never heard or anesthetic so it hurt like a ***** the whole time, and I felt every single pull on the thread
and I couldn't go swimming for the rest of the week
good times...
EDIT: I also broke my hand when my dad pushed me over, he didn't take me to get it checked until 2 days later
I love my family
basically we're in southern Spain (Cadiz to be precise)and its like 11pm, so i grab a baguette to make a sandwich
not being able to find a chopping board I instead just grab the massive bread knife and cut into my hand
as you can guess this made a cut about an inch long and pretty deep on my palm, blood everywhere etc.
so we left our apartment with kitchen roll pressed to my hand to try and find medical help, we try the pharmacy but they say we need stitches and point us around the corner to a local private hospital (not before giving me a handful of iodine)
we get to the hospital and present our medical insurance but I guess they couldn't be bothered so they send us halfway across the city to the public hospital (with another handful of iodine)
we then proceeded to walk for half an hour at midnight (cars are useless here due to about a bazillion narrow streets), and upon arrival we spend 10 minutes trying to find the way in
eventually we get in and im put on the table to get stitched up
unfortunately this doctor had never heard or anesthetic so it hurt like a ***** the whole time, and I felt every single pull on the thread
and I couldn't go swimming for the rest of the week
good times...
EDIT: I also broke my hand when my dad pushed me over, he didn't take me to get it checked until 2 days later
I love my family
I have a tiny piece of tarmac in my head that is visible when I push my hair back. I got it when I was young when I face-planted into the road
I guess the other option is pulling the string /way/ the heck too far back and holding the arrow a bit too closely, but it still doesn't make much sense.GiglameshSoulEater said:
One on my left index finger. It healed strangely so now my fingerprint looks odd, I also have no idea how it got there.
At the uni I am working at, there was a event where competitors would run around with binoculars strapped to them to mess up their vision. When I had a go I ran straight into a concrete stage, it wasn't so bad but there were metal pegs embedded into it every meter. So instead of cutting my leg open, I managed to stove part of it in instead.
At the uni I am working at, there was a event where competitors would run around with binoculars strapped to them to mess up their vision. When I had a go I ran straight into a concrete stage, it wasn't so bad but there were metal pegs embedded into it every meter. So instead of cutting my leg open, I managed to stove part of it in instead.
I have a C-shaped scar on my left pinky. I was adjusting the lower back machine at the gym when it slid down and crushed my finger. Bled uuurverywhere. Right ringfinger has one too, I was sweeping a classroom when my knuckle caught the end of the rack of copper pipes and sliced my skin wide open.
Also have a nick on the back of my neck from my dad's ancient electric shaver, damn thing is so old that it takes off a layer of skin when you use it. I have stretch marks on my hips and thighs too, kinda looks like a spiderweb. :I
Also have a nick on the back of my neck from my dad's ancient electric shaver, damn thing is so old that it takes off a layer of skin when you use it. I have stretch marks on my hips and thighs too, kinda looks like a spiderweb. :I
Me and my brother went on a "let's destroy things on camera and put it on the Internet" binge for a while. One of the things we destroyed and a television. After destroying it, I had the "excellent" idea of starting to throw glass up the mountain (where we filmed this event). One of the glass bits cut my right ring finger pretty deep. It barely even hurt which was weird.
I have three.
I decided that it would be a good idea to start shaving at the age of 3. Being 3 I chose a dry shave and ended up cutting my life open. I fell down the stairs and got a scar somewhere, though I can never remember where it is. Finally I ran into the door and split the front of my head open when I was 8 or so; we had ox tail for tea that day, I remember it well.
My favourite is the shaving one, man I was an awesome child. I grew up to be just as awesome too.
I decided that it would be a good idea to start shaving at the age of 3. Being 3 I chose a dry shave and ended up cutting my life open. I fell down the stairs and got a scar somewhere, though I can never remember where it is. Finally I ran into the door and split the front of my head open when I was 8 or so; we had ox tail for tea that day, I remember it well.
My favourite is the shaving one, man I was an awesome child. I grew up to be just as awesome too.
I got a scar on my right forearm from falling off a footbridge because I was climbing along the outside of the handrail and didn't realize that my shoelaces had become undone. ...again. Needless to say I fell and hit the rocks below the bridge and scraped up my arm pretty good.
I've got another one that's not really stupid, just bizarre. I've got a small scar on my pinkie finger on my right hand from a tomato slicer at McDonald's. To this day I have no idea how the hell that happened. I was sent to get the tomato slicer for some reason, I forget, and so I went to the back to get it and picked it up by it's handle, like you're supposed to, and then I felt a sharp pain in my finger and had to put it down. Like I said I have no idea how it happened my hand was nowhere near the blades; the handle was broken, but not broken in such a way that would've allowed the thing to cut me.
I've got another one that's not really stupid, just bizarre. I've got a small scar on my pinkie finger on my right hand from a tomato slicer at McDonald's. To this day I have no idea how the hell that happened. I was sent to get the tomato slicer for some reason, I forget, and so I went to the back to get it and picked it up by it's handle, like you're supposed to, and then I felt a sharp pain in my finger and had to put it down. Like I said I have no idea how it happened my hand was nowhere near the blades; the handle was broken, but not broken in such a way that would've allowed the thing to cut me.