CB's Question of The Day

[cabenson]

My ?otd should be "What the fuck happened, Buckeyes?" but whatever.

What is your best scar? (Physical, unless all you have are emotional ones, then go emotional) Tell the story of how you got it.


My Answer: I have SO many to chose from...hmmm. I have a one inch scar one my hand, just below my thumb. Mrs. CB and I had taken my sister's kids to COSI and we were wearing those paper writsbands. We were walking into a restaurant and Mrs. CB decided to use her car keys to cut everyone's band off, even though I suggested we wait until we sat down at the table and used, oh I don't know, a knife? She started cutting off mine and wound up gouging me-she still claims it was an accident, but I think she did it on purpose. Well days later, the scratch became very infected (courtesy of cleaning the litter boxes) and I wound up with Cat Scratch Disease and two lymph nodes swollen to the size of testicles under my armpit.

It's been almost 4 years but I still bring it up, especially when I'm not getting my way ;)

Comments

[lietya.livejournal.com]

I have an inch-thick scar that runs from the top of one shoulder blade almost to my waist, curling around to the edge of my rib cage at the bottom. I had heart surgery as a baby. This one's not so much fun, except I sometimes tell people I was in a knife fight....

[cabenson.livejournal.com]

My sister has a similar scar from heart surgery as a baby, although I used to tell people that I "cut her bad!"

[aivilo-18.livejournal.com]

Okay, first of all? I swear on my life that this story is 100% true, no word of a lie. I have a two scars on the palm of my right hand and one above my right eyebrow from the same accident when I was four.

I was at a donut shop/cafe place with my parents while we were on vacation in Florida. My mom gave me a glass bottle of orange juice and, when she let go of my hand for a few seconds to pay for everything, I started running towards my dad who was sitting at one of the tables. My mom said it sort of happened in slow motion. I tripped. The bottle fell and shattered. I fell. And one of the pieces of glass cut me pretty deeply right above the eye and there was a bunch of glass in my hand. My parents were freaking out because they weren't sure if I actually got glass *in* my eye and I was apparently screaming, and there was quite a bit of blood. Anyway, my dad is all "Someone call an ambulance!" but this huge biker guy shouts that the hospital was only about five minutes away and my dad and mom are all "We're not from around here" and still with the freaking out because I'm still screaming. Anyway, the biker (who my parents say could have passed for a member of ZZ Top) gets up and is all "Follow me". Anyway, he's on his bike and speeding down the road and my dad is racing after him as the guy leads us to the hospital.

So, yeah. My parents practically made friends with a guy who could have been a member of the Hell's Angels or something. And all because I was running with glass. True story, I swear.

[charliesmum.livejournal.com]

That's actually a really good example of the 'don't judge a book by its cover' type philosophy.

Or that people, like Ogres, have layers. :)

Oh and PS. Ouch.

[jandyle.livejournal.com]

Cake! Cake has layers!

[greenovalfruit.livejournal.com]

Aha... fuck me, iPie.... HEE!!

[sooozie1982.livejournal.com]

You've had Cat Scratch Fever?!

I have a tiny scar on my index finger from slicing it open with one of those giant paper cutters. My grandma warned me to leave it alone, but nooo, I just couldn't listen.

Actually, my best scar would probably be on my lower back. When I was 7, I fell and cracked my tailbone on some ice. It hurt, but I never went to the doctor. 11 years later, at 16, I noticed that I had a 6x4 inch bulge coming out of my back. I was proud of the bulge. I showed it to kids at my high school, and they were horrified. It was great.
I went to the doctor, they did tests, and turned out it was scar tissue. It was sitting right on my spine. I had surgery to remove it, and now I have a little line where the surgeon cut :-)

[cabenson.livejournal.com]

You've had Cat Scratch Fever?!

Yep...Bruin and the twins were only kittens when I was infected. Felt like I had a bad case of the flu (in mid-summer), but the balls in my pit confirmed it for my doc. Took forever for the swelling to go down.

[charliesmum.livejournal.com]

So, moral of your story is don't change the cat litter while sporting an open wound.

I have what I called a 'second bellybutton', as well as a scar along my lower abdomen from a kidney operation I had as a baby. The long scar has since been enlarged, since the doctor cut in the same place for my C-section.

Charlie has a scar over his right eye from when he fell into a chair as a toddler. It was small, but deep, and I should have taken him to the hospital for stitches, but I thought at the time it would have been too traumatic. He would scream like he was being murdered during a haircut, so someone stitching his face didn't seem right. It stopped bleeding fairly quickly, so I didn't worry about it, but sometimes I feel guilty.

[cabenson.livejournal.com]

So, moral of your story is don't change the cat litter while sporting an open wound.
Pretty much.

My sister has a small scar over her eye from falling off a bed-that we weren't supposed to be jumping on. And I was holding my baby bro on my lap and just decided to let him go and see if he could sit up yet (I was 4)-his head cracked open on the coffee table and my mom was furious with me.

[icarus-abides.livejournal.com]

Note to self: Yet another reason to stick with the dogs.

Damn, I have so many scars because I'm such a freakin dumbass and eerily accident prone that's it's kinda hard to choose. Granted, I think about 85% of them I plan on blaming on the country of Australia. The one on my left knee from slipping off the jeti into a patch of razor mussels, the one on my right knee from drunk wrestling which resulted me smashing previously mentioned body part through a glass window, the one on my forehead that shows up only in the summer from when I got second degree burns across the length of my forehead due to their goddamn hole in the ozone layer that gave me hardcore sun poisoning.

But my favorite would probably have to be a horsey one. Did you have any doubt? Most of the topical scar has faded by this point, but you can feel the muscle underneath all knotted up and nasty-like. When I was ten, I was sitting on my pony when this chick on another horse got too close, her horse reached over to bite mine, and grabbed my leg instead. Pulled me off, threw me on the ground, and then ran over me as it took off. I couldn't walk for two days. It was this circular black mark on my left thigh where you could actuallly see the imprint of every one of the horse's teeth. It was nasty. Very very cool. But nasty nonetheless ;)

[wingsfan.livejournal.com]

[smiles innocently]
I can kiss the scars. For healing purposes. Really. :D

Where do I begin with my scars?
There's two near my left eye and one on the hairline. Those are from the more... energetic times I played with my brother during soccer. Apparently I was good target practice at age 6. Fucker.

The most interesting scar, though, is on my right forearm. Young puck broke his stick on my forearm while playing roller hockey one day. What's more interesting was we were playing across the street from the hospital, so all I had to do was brave the rush-hour traffic to get to the ER. They had to operate to get the fragments out, and they knocked me out because I was all over the place. The scar has faded throughout the years, but sometimes I can feel a little knick when I move my arm a certain way.

Since then...since then my pain tolerance levels skyrocketed. AND I've learned to 'accidentally' shove the end of my stick against a guy's jewels, cup or no cup. Makes them think twice before picking on the small chick.

[koffeejunkee.livejournal.com]

When I was 11 I tried to do a cartwheel on blacktop, in my roller skates. I landed ok but then couldn't stop and my skates got tangled. I sprawled on the glass-littered blacktop and gouged out 3 chunks of skin from my forearm. It looks like a half-assed suicide attempt. I didn't tell anyone because, well, wtf was I thinking trying to do cartwheels in rollerskates anyhow? And they got infected. They're by far the ugliest scars I own.

[cabenson.livejournal.com]

Sorry! Can't get the thought of you cartwheelig on rollerskates out of my head. When I do, I 'll comment properly.

[koffeejunkee.livejournal.com]

Pfft! What makes it funnier, or worse, is that I did it again. Because then I'd be the only person I knew who could do cartwheels on rollerskates.
And I was. [/smug]

[sing1118.livejournal.com]

There's one on my hand from when I was working late and trying to stuff trash into the compactor (we didn't have a key so we couldn't make it compact shit) and I got scratched on the compactor itself. Oh, I freaked out so much because that thing never gets cleaned. It's now just a thin line across the back of my hand.

I have a lot of small scars on my hands, especially burns. I have at least 7 small burns on various knuckles- at one point, I counted 12, but some of them must have faded. I also have a burn across the bottom of one lip from a birthday candle when I was 5.

[cabenson.livejournal.com]

Burn scars-ugh! Dropped a steam oven lid on my wrist. Ugliest injury evah!

[slcadet.livejournal.com]

I have a cool one on my hand - I was making candles and had the habit of saving unburned wax that had dribbled down the side of old candles, so I was breaking it up with a chisel (mistake #1) and pointing it toward myself (mistake #2). Blood everywhere - it looked like Nicole's house after OJ visited.

[cabenson.livejournal.com]

it looked like Nicole's house after OJ visited.
Oh, I shouldn't laugh, but...

[theholyinnocent.livejournal.com]

Man, I hate to see what she's going to do to you after she's learned you shared this story with us. "You want gouging? I'LL give you gouging!" :)

I think my best scar is on the heel of my right hand. It's a tiny little black mark from my high school years, when I was "accidentally" stabbed with a pencil by an extraordinarily repressed Catholic schoolgirl. So basically after all these years I have graphite embedded in my skin.

[noir-moll.livejournal.com]

So basically after all these years I have graphite embedded in my skin.

My mom has pencil lead in her arm from where her niece (then a tot) stabbed her, for no apparent reason, 30+ years ago.

[koffeejunkee.livejournal.com]

My cousin has lead in his cheek from when I stabbed him for not sharing MY coloring book.
He still (20 years later) guilts me about it.
And so he should.

[landofshadows82.livejournal.com]

Heh...In about 2nd grade, I was sitting a table with my friend Kevin. There was a jar of pencils on the table and he decided to put his head down. He sat up and about 30 pencils had stabbed him in the forehead. Our teacher totally flipped out. But the thing is, this WAS Kevin, who is kinda weird (He was bored during history so he went on Amazon on his cell phone and bought pants :-P).

Looking back, it's REALLY funny.

[theholyinnocent.livejournal.com]

What is it with psycho children and pencils?

[cabenson.livejournal.com]

Man, I hate to see what she's going to do to you after she's learned you shared this story with us. "You want gouging? I'LL give you gouging!" :)
I fear nothing I may need you to send me a bus ticket

when I was "accidentally" stabbed with a pencil by an extraordinarily repressed Catholic schoolgirl
Damn Catholic schoolgirls ;) At least she didn't stab you in the ass with it, leaving you the butt :snerk: of many jokes.

[greenovalfruit.livejournal.com]

*squee* Me too! I've got one in the back of my left hand where an autistic girl stabbed me when I was 10 and one in the palm of my right hand where... I can't remember how it happened, only walking to the nurse's office with it sticking straight out of my palm. I enjoyed creeping people out. I was 5.

[theholyinnocent.livejournal.com]

I can't remember how it happened, only walking to the nurse's office with it sticking straight out of my palm.

Hmmm, maybe you wanted a matching scar...

[greenovalfruit.livejournal.com]

Oh, you're a funny one you are! Anyway, I got that one first.

I do have the starngest feeling that I stabbed myself. Worrying, that...

Icon snap!

[maroukian.livejournal.com]

Eeeesh. I have a few: the first involves dental work-- I was in a roller coaster accident in middle school. Ya, I know it sounds terrible, and it was. I was actually one of the lucky ones. The only "scar" there is an expensive bridge.

The other one is from when I was cleaning my fish tank. I had 1 goldfish. I put him in a big mayonnaise jar while I was cleaning his tank. I dropped it. There gasping for air and slapping on the carpet among shards of glass was my goldfish. I couldn't have that. I stepped, in my socks, through the glass- picked him up, filled a sink and "saved" him. I looked down and was standing in a pool of blood... mine. Fifty-six stitches later, they reattached my large toe in the emergency room. The scar is still very "there" but it is between my large and second toe, so it is obscured. I am happy to report that I've thoroughly recovered from both incidents. I still love roller coasters (the ones that don't derail) and was eventually able to wear jesus sandals in the summers again. :)

[maroukian.livejournal.com]

Oh! I also have a Joaquin Phoenix type scare (but smaller) above my lip- I probably did a Fruedian slip and didn't mention it because I used be to sensitive about it. It is rather noticeable when you know it is there. I crashed my bicycle and my face landed on the bike chain.... hahaha- now I am thinking about my scars- there are many more actually that involved stitches, etc. I won't bore ya'll anymore though. Gosh, my body is a battleground!

[cabenson.livejournal.com]

I can't get passed the roller-coaster accident, even though you have mentioned it before.

56 stitches in your toe?

[maroukian.livejournal.com]

Ah... I answered. The answer was so long. I deleted... and thought- what the fuck! CB is your friend, tell her the story! See here, you are bringing to light things I don't normally talk about...
The rollercoaster accident... it was bad. As I mentioned, I was lucky. My total injuries amounted to 1 lost and 2 cracked teeth + terrible whiplash-(at the time, I am not even sure I knew what "whiplash" was). There were others with far serious injuries: broken pelvises, arms, collerbones, major recunstructive facial surgery... it was a tragic accident. Some people left the incident much different than they were before they got on the coaster. I was lucky. I walked away with with a few new teeth. It gave me a new perspective about 5 years after it happend, when I realized the seriousness of the accident.

My toe, well, I tend to downplay things... there were 56 stiches internally and externally. The large toe tissue was torn away from the base... a neuro-specialist reconnected the nerve endings... you can still see a dark line there on the ball of my left foot. But seriously, my eyes were wide open at the time. I wanted to save my fish--he was dying, because of me- I dropped the jar. Teenagers don't realize the risk involved in their heroics, I was no exception. The doctors saved both the tissue and the nerve endings to my toe. My mother asserted herself at the emergency room- it was after midnight- she demanded a neuro-specialist be called in to make sure that they could reconnect the nerve endings. They were just going to sew the thing with black silk. My mother protested to the point of tears, screaming and yelling. If she hadn't demanded it, I might have lost all of my feeling in my big toe or possibly the toe itself. At the end of the day, a plastic surgeon and a nero specialist made sure that I could run, walk, and wiggle with my large toe, after some physical therapy. But, the whole espisode was interesting. I was in terrible pain... waiting, waiting, for the specialist to arrive. My mother knew I was in pain. At the time, she didn't care, because she saw the future- of me without the use of my foot in the way I could use it before. A perfect example of a crazy parent-- shocked... worried and doing the best they can for their kid. I healed perfectly eventually, and went on to continue in competitive sports, mainly due to my mother's crazy insistence at the emergency room that night. I have waivered over the years, to be angry that she kept me in pain, refusing treatment for hours until the specialist arrived, or to consider myself fortunate... that my mother knew what was important to me (sports) and make the tough decision at the time to refuse treatment until a neuro-specialist could restore my foot to its pre-accident performance. I don't know what the right decision was... but I play sports to this day and I am glad I can. There is no manual for parenthood. Moms / Dads, do he best they can at the moment they have to make decisions.

[greenovalfruit.livejournal.com]

Oooh... so much ruminating over a toe! But 56 stitches? Bitch, please! How could they fit so many in one little Big Toe?

Ah well, I am very glad your foot is in top performance condition now, especially said toe.

[maroukian.livejournal.com]

Bitch, please! How could they fit so many in one little Big Toe?
The cuts went through the bottom of my foot -I'm not a doctor, so I really don't know why they needed so many-- maybe you are and can explain it to me. :) That happened over twenty years ago.

But, I highly recommend ruminations when one feels inclined to do so and I appreciate your good wishes . Thank you, yes, my foot is completely recovered. :

[greenovalfruit.livejournal.com]

Alas, I am not a medical professional! Though I'm sure my mother would be a lot happier if I was.

I am sincerely happy that your foot is fully recovered.

[mikee-pm.livejournal.com]

god bless your mother for insisting. she did the right thing.
my stomach turns every time you tell this story. ugh, the blood, the torn flesh. you are brave and sweet for wanting to save your fish. <<33

[noir-moll.livejournal.com]

I have so many. Let's see, there's the wavy, 4-inch long scar on my lower back from a biopsy of a "suspicious" mole. The mole was only about an inch by half inch big, so I don't know why the dermatologist took so much real estate. I have a scar just above a knuckle of my right hand from where the edge of my locker took a chunk of meat when I was in 7th grade. On my right index finger, I have a small scar from a freak whittling accident. I have a couple chicken pox scars here and there. And, my very first scar, is just below my right eyebrow from when my two-year-old self tripped and fell into the corner of a glass coffee table. That scared the shit out of my parents, but I don't remember the incident at all.

[cabenson.livejournal.com]

Yay for lower back scars! Mine (2 surgeries) is about 5 inches long and since she cut right over the first scar, it looks pretty nasty.

[landofshadows82.livejournal.com]

I have a few scars from accidents.. None too interesting. I was a more "fall on my head"-type kid rather than one of those ones always getting cut.

Probably the worst one is the one with the most boring story. I, uh, scratched my leg on a bed. Ta-da! How interesting.

I have a few more recent ones, but, uh...yeah....

scars

[raginhoops.livejournal.com]

I got a lot of them, mostly sports related. But the most interesting is the one on the side of my knee produced by the barbed wire fence that I was climbing over as a seven yr. old. I was carrying home my supper for my maw maw to cook for me. The bullfrog was very nearly as tall as I was and, as I hit the apex of my vault over the fence, he attempted his escape. It must have looked like 8 seconds of rodeo there: the frog bucking, me swaying, one foot on the fence pivoting around. I made it over with his feet still in my steely grip but without a big chunk of flesh from my leg.
It was the best frogs legs that I ever had.

Re: scars

[greenovalfruit.livejournal.com]

You kid, right?

Re: scars

[raginhoops.livejournal.com]

My name is not Frey. After seeing what happened with Oprah, I'd never risk Cabenson's ire.

Re: scars

[greenovalfruit.livejournal.com]

I am so confused.

[babeeaimee.livejournal.com]

My best scar is my first one - I was six, my cousin was five. We were climbing the wattle tree outside his house, and just as we got to the top, a stick went into the inside of my upper arm and left a hole about 5mm round. I scrambled down and ran inside to my aunt, leaving my cousin stuck up the tree. The scar is still there, though it's hard to see unless you are looking for it.

[eclecticfan.livejournal.com]

hmmm,

I have a burn scar on my right wrist from hitting the heating element on a stove

the hellish one is on the top nuckle of the middle finger on my right hand - the nuckle doesn't bend and there is the scar right across the inside of the nuckle - tons of scar tissue. Did it playing softball - covered the ball too quick and suffered a compound fracture - the blood made a nice addition to my white uniform pants. My coach was less than trilled as it was the first game of the championship series and we were warming up.

[greenovalfruit.livejournal.com]

I jump in because how else are you meant to get to know your enigma of a co-mod? *grins*

I have many to choose from as well, so I'll give you a few. On top of the graphite from the pencil shoved into the back of my left hand *see above*, I have a nice white scar from when i scrubbed too hard in the shower. I kid you not. I must have felt dirty *rolls eyes*

I have a long thin shiny scar on my left thumb from when I was a toddler and I have absolutely no idea how I got it. End of. But it's the prettiest.

I had tattoo scars on the temple (I have never figured out what else to call it) of my left foot where I used to ... well ... tattoo myself when I was littler. Started off with a sun. After a few years that faded and then I had a J and then a star. Now nothing but some very odd looking dots.

And lastly (my fav.) I have two circular puncture scars in my right elbow. One is right in the crease and bigger, the other is about an inch along. I was bored one night and pierced my arm with one of those big safety pins. I closed it too but was too painful to sleep with so I had to open it (um, ow) and pull it out. I rather liked the idea of having an interesting piercing.

That is all.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_slutknot_/]

Heh-
I have a weird lump/scar on my forehead from when I went to my sister Angie's track meet when I was about four;

My Dad sent my other sister Rikki to fetch me, and because I'm a turd, I turned and ran away from her.......Underneath some bleachers.
.........
I turned my head around to laugh at her chasing me, and then turned it back just in time for my forehead to connect to a steel pipe with a little nubby thing on it.

(I still fill bad for Rikki, who had to drag a crying screaming, blood covered four-year-old out from underneath a stand full of people.)