I've had six moles removed over the years. One was so big that I needed nine stitches after it was removed. Ended up with a cool scar in the area between my shoulder and neck on the left.
Since we're on the topic of broken bones, the only one I've broken is my left ring finger. I ran into someone while playing tag in sixth grade and smashed it against his back. The teacher wouldn't believe me when I said I thought it was broken.
No stitches or tattoos, but I do have a splat shaped birthmark near my left wrist.
Here we stand, here we fall; history don't care at all. Make the bed, light the light; Lady Mercy won't be home tonight.
I've never broken any bones. Had a few nasty cuts and scull fractures before I was 2 though.
Like Toxic, I too have hairy legs, but I don't find that an obstacle for wearing shorts. I think that I have ugly knees, but that doesn't stop me either.
I was named after a film director Srdjan Karanovic. Mom saw a nice looking guy on tv and thought that it's an ok name.
I've broken my finger playing basketball. That's the only broken bone I've had.
I do have a spooky injury story though...
You may remember at one time grocery stores would hang things up on peg-boards. They'd have a peg board, then this metal hook that hooked into the peg board, and that things were then hung off of. A lot of convienence stores do this now with their snacks and stuff.
When I was a kid, Kmart had them. I tripped while running through the store. I must've been five. I hooked my eyelid on one of these things and tore it almost entirely off my face.
Kmart didn't want to get involved - I remember my parents screaming for them to at least give us a towel.
I went to the doctor, and he gave me one stitch to hold the eyelid up. It healed quickly, but if you look closely, you can still see a scar above my eyelid where the flesh had been torn off and had to mend back together.
To this day, I dislike Kmart. I still shop there (good deals and all that) but I dislike them.
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Denial is not falsification. You can't avoid a fact just because you don't like it.
"Data" is not the plural of "anecdote"
I also talk in my sleep. Lee now that I'm older, but it still happens occasionally and it is usually in complete, if nonsensical, sentences. My favorite is when I passed out in my buddy's car on the way home from a night of drinking.
Arriving at my place, said friend nudged me and said, "Okay, dude, we're at your house. Time to go."
To which I responded, "Look, man, all I know is the seven fleets, the mirror on the wall, and the wind in the trees."
Friend: "What?"
Me: (popping fully awake) "Oh, we're here? Cool. C'mon in, man. There's more beer in the fridge."
wishmaster wrote:I'm a WWII history nut and own many books on the subject. Needless to say this made for a few awkward moments, since a few of the girls I have dated were Jewish and they wanted to know why I owned all those books full of Nazi regalia.
HA ha ha- that's the story of my life. I actually made a good friend after offending him with my drawings on the subject. I explained my reasoning and we have been chums ever since cos he knows I'm not a playa hater.
Yeah, most of my collection doesn't raise too many eyebrows. All the usual books on the subject; guides to the tanks and aircraft of WWII, Shirer's Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, etc. People don't think you're some kind of freak until they see the copy of Mein Kamph and the guides to telling the differeces between Iron Crosses, hackenkreuzes, and wolf hooks.
My standard response is, "It happened once, it can happen again. Be prepared."
rkolter wrote:I've broken my finger playing basketball. That's the only broken bone I've had.
I do have a spooky injury story though...
You may remember at one time grocery stores would hang things up on peg-boards. They'd have a peg board, then this metal hook that hooked into the peg board, and that things were then hung off of. A lot of convienence stores do this now with their snacks and stuff.
When I was a kid, Kmart had them. I tripped while running through the store. I must've been five. I hooked my eyelid on one of these things and tore it almost entirely off my face.
Kmart didn't want to get involved - I remember my parents screaming for them to at least give us a towel.
I went to the doctor, and he gave me one stitch to hold the eyelid up. It healed quickly, but if you look closely, you can still see a scar above my eyelid where the flesh had been torn off and had to mend back together.
To this day, I dislike Kmart. I still shop there (good deals and all that) but I dislike them.
*twitches reflexively*
GACK.
If there's one thing I can't stand it's injury to the eyes.
I don't do well with sharp objects (...actually, you probably could've guessed that).
1) When I was still in high school, I worked at a grocery store. One night a friend and I were cutting display boxes, using rather primitive box blades, in the front of the store and havign a good time when I stopped paying attention to what I was doing and cut the box, my pants, and a place on my thigh just below where the pockets reach on my pants. The slit was about 2 1/2 inches long, so they took me to the hospital for stitches.
But not before dragging me into the deli, yanking my pants down around my ankles and spraying the wound with a hose. All I could do was wave to the people as they walked by me as two grown men knelt by me and sprayed they crap out of my leg with my pants down.
2) about a year ago I was cutting boxes at Wal-Mart with a proper box knife, complete with saftey guard and a handle, when the stupid guard hung in the cardboard. I gave it a quick jerk and cut through the box.
And also my left hand, just below my thumb. This time it was only an inch and a half, with no stitches, but the blood spray did shut down the candy aisle for about half an hour! (not to mention that it made one guy sick)
Pimpette wrote:*twitches reflexively*
GACK.
If there's one thing I can't stand it's injury to the eyes.
I second that. Reading that makes me uncomfortable.
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Once, Michelle's mother was trying to ask her a question while she was still asleep. Instead of giving a rational answer, she said, "Tell Hiei to put on some girl clothes, and get back in the house."
Yeah.
You're just jealous because you can't get away with speaking in the third person...
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I broke a bone in my sleep as a toddler. After crying and not walking for a day or so, my mother took me to the doctors where they traumitized me by giving me an x-ray (they had to kick my mom out of the room because she was pregnant. i still blame my sister for that). They looked at the x-ray and went "Nope, no broken leg here! You just have a whiney daughter ma'am."
Three days later they looked lower on the picture and found out that I had fractured my ankle.