Everything is still a little slow because of the holidays, so I thought it might be a welcome respite to do another comment diversion. Since I’m also a little nuts, I thought it would be fun to talk about scars!
Physical ones, not emotional ones. This time.
I have a scar on my right eyebrow. No hair will grow there and I have to draw in eyebrows, which is fun. How did I get it? Well, I got my eyebrow pierced and either it wasn’t in there deep enough or my eyebrow was displeased, because the eyebrow ring started drooping. Eventually it was flat against my brow and I, a genius 18 or 19-year-old, decided to just pull it out because the jewelry would not open. I pulled the ring out, ripping a chunk of my brow in two, and the scar is still there.
I have a now faint scar from when I was around 17 years old and was creekin’. In this case, creekin’ refers to some friends and me stomping through creeks, jumping off fallen trees, and generally dicking around in nature. I had to borrow shoes to wear, tried to step over a fallen barbed wire fence, caught the fence on the toe of the shoe, and sliced a large gash into my calf. So much blood!!
Last May I had back surgery and one of my discs was scraped out and a replacement jammed into its spot. To do this surgery, an incision was made in my abdomen and my guts were pushed to the side. (Note: This angers your guts and they refuse to let you drop a deuce for a couple of days. The More You Know!) My back felt instantly better, but the incision site and my guts were so painful it was stupid. I also now have a lovely purple scar on my abdomen and a foreign object keeping my back aligned.
Your turn! How did you get those scars?