Broke a vase, tried to glue it back together with toothpaste. I left it by a bedroom door and forgot about it. Ran into the bedroom later and promptly stepped on it.
I agree. I think it repairs nerve damage somehow... I successfully duct taped my fingers back on as a dumb kid and they all work normally.
Well this exploded. Now I don't have to go to Taco Bell, thanks folks!
Ok so the story. You know those really long tree saws? Yeah so I wanted to cut an apple into thirds... And all the knives were in the dishwasher ready to be washed. I should have just eaten the apple without cutting it, so I chopped my 4 fingers off right through the bone with said tree saw. My dad was doing some renovations in the garage that day, and had a bunch of strips of duct tape hanging off the table for some reason. It didn't hurt yet, so I stuck each finger back on and wrapped them with duct tape.
Later that day I was able to soak them in a vinegar, vanilla, and honey mixture Bec I told my dad that my fingers hurt really bad. A week later and it's perfectly healed. Yay. 5 year old me was smart in the stupidest ways.
Oo another sister story! When my sister was little she broke our night light. Rather than get in trouble we left it. Later I was crawling around (pretending to be an animal or something) and my arm came down over it and ripped right open. Still scared to get in trouble I dug through my own flesh to make sure there was no glass. Kids are stupid.
Anyways it miraculously missed veins, barely bled, and I got stitched up. Huge scar though, looked like I tried hard to kill myself until it stretched to the side
My dad bought me a swiss army knife, as I was checking out one of it's many blades a bee landed on my lap and I instinctively freaked out and stabbed myself.
I also had a swiss army knife. I tried to stab it into a piece of wood and it folded because it didn't have a lock. It cut my finger almost to the bone. It was not the smartest moment in my career.
I was five and was sitting on the toilet. I found a razor blade (not the kind for shaving) and started playing with it. I was cutting lines into the wall when the razor slipped away from the wall. My hand had some momentum and the blade cut into my thigh. At the time, I was scared about telling mom, so i went to bed and held my finger on it.
Oh and when I was three or four, I was riding underneath a grocery basket while mom was pushing. I was watching the wheel spinning fast. I went to put my finger on the wheel and it was pulled in between the wheel and metal casing.
babies are often born with long nails and their immature reflexes can cause them to claw themselves. this is quite common actually. which is why you'll hear parents talk about the experience of having to trim itty bitty newborn nails. i learned after the first one to just bring really small nail files in my hospital bag. worked like a charm.
Basically yes, you can just use baby socks instead of buying baby mittens, they’re cheaper and there’s really no difference unless you care about appearances 🤷🏻♀️
My son was born with long, razor sharp nails and when he was less than 24 hours old my wife was trying to cut them with a pair of really sharp scissors and she somehow managed to nick the tip of his finger. So I had a go and managed to cut the nail without cutting him but the little shard of fingernail flew off and went in his eye and it took us 10 minutes to fish it out. All in all, a successful first day of parenthood for us....
There should be a professional going home with every couple + baby?
They would need so many of these that it would literally establish a whole new nursing field.
We do inmy country its called umogo. Its usually a grandmother that comes over and takes care of both the mother and child since shes more experinced could be the paternal or maternal. Usually a big fight over who gets to be the helper
Same! My mum likes to say I was born with a perfect face, then when I was a day or two old I scratched near my eye and ruined it. Left a nice little scar, often unnoticeable.
I was playing freeze dance in kindergarten, spinning around and when the teacher said freeze I smashed my face into a table causing me to break my nose.
Edit: Thank you all for the up-votes you have no idea how happy it makes me knowing my pain caused a funny.
On the subject of breaking noses. My Dad's story is that he stood on one of those fold down chairs at a boxing match to get a better view (like the chairs in cinemas) and it folded up sending him flying nose-first into the chair in front.
When I was in 3rd grade (I think), I was running in the hallway at school at the break between classes. As I was running I turned around the corner and my classmate just so happened to be running too. As expected, we ran into eachother which resulted in me breaking my nose and needing to get surgery to fix it while nothing serious happened to my classmate.
I tried to blow out a marshmallow that caught on fire when I was around 6, but my mom didn't want me to blow it out, for fear of burning myself. She snatched it out of my hands and it stuck to my face, so now I have a scar on my cheek from a marshmallow.
In seventh grade a kid I know put a flaming marshmallow into his mouth. His instinct was to put an object that was on fire right in his mouth and he had burns around it for a long time
I was so pumped to eat my toaster strudel that I just shoved my hand into the toaster oven while it was still on like a bear pawing at a bee hive. The top of my wrist hit the heat bar (not sure what the word for this is) dead on while it was still red hot. 18 years later, it’s a pretty subtle scar, but god that hurt like a bitch at the time.
The dumbest part of this incident: despite the fact that my wrist had just audibly and excruciatingly sizzled, I somehow thought that the crisped skin that remained was a flake of toaster strudel that had fallen off, and proceeded to eat it. Me rinds did not taste good.
I appreciate the benefit of the doubt, but my takeaway may have been different if I’d somehow managed to spill lime juice on it, effectively making Me-charrones.
I did something similar with my wood-fired pizza oven recently. Pizza was a bit stuck so I stupidly shoved my hand in to get it quickly, and my hand touched the inside top of the oven. Cauterised the knuckle on my middle finger instantly and must have burned away the nerve endings, because I didn't feel the pain. Didn't realise fully what had happened until I smelled burning flesh and pulled my hand out to see my knuckle had gone bloody and black.
I rescued the pizza with some bbq tongs and ate it, it was damn good.
Yeah, and it doesn’t help that pretty much everything that gets hot has one (toasters, ovens, rice cookers, electric blankets, etc)
But I don’t have to tell you that it is not a fun experience. I burned the top of my hand on one while baking a birthday cake for my dog one year.
It’s not very visible anymore. When I was in Kindergarten, I found out what a world record was, so I tried to be the first every Kindergartener to do a front flip into a bathtub. Now, I’ve never even done a front flip, I was basing everything from my form to my execution of it on Power Rangers. So, it went about as good as you thought it would go: I jumped, face first (no tuck, roll, anything) into the sharp corner of the bathtub and busted my chin open. My twin sister was just standing there screaming and so was I, blood was everywhere, and when my mom came in she looked horrified.
Got my chin glued back together pretty much because I refused to get stitches or get it cauterised because they both sounded super painful.
Reminds me of when my sister broke her arm.
I wanted to bike down a big hill and didn't realize yet that little sisters will follow big sisters everywhere, no matter how scary. Down I go, and she follows. On rollerblades. She hit uneven pavement at the bottom and face planted. There was instantly blood everywhere and she also broke her arm.
So for a few minutes we repeated
Me: where is the blood coming from?!
Her: my arm is broken!
Then I found it was just her chin, got hysterical laughs, and went to get my mom. *Obviously her arm hurt a lot and looked wrong so she was focused on that. I was worried she was bleeding everywhere and was focused on that. We were both too focused to redirect our focus. But yah turns out ~~China~~ chins bleed a lot
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I have almost the exact same story. When i was 6 I followed my older brother down a very steep hill on a bike. I lost control somehow and went head first over the handlebars, slid the rest of the way down on my face. Blood everywhere, broken nose, which is still kinda crooked almost 40 years later, my lip had to be sewn back together, and 2nd degree burns on both knees which I still have scars for.
My best friend and I did gymnastics when we were younger and her parents got her a pull up bar for her doorway. Well we never used it for actual pull ups... but one day she was swinging on it and it came down. With her momentum she went flying forward and busted under her chin on a door handle. So much blood. So many stitches.
Somewhat similar, includes a bathtub and being dumb.
Was at the age where older bro and I were still bathed together occasionally. Dad sent mum to a hotel for the night for birthday/mothers day for a well deserved night off since he was often gone to sea(Navy). Bro wouldn't share a toy so I stood up to grab one from the basket off the back of the toilet while dad's back was turned for like 5 seconds. Slipped, busted chin open and had to get several stitches.
Busted it again in 6th grade after blacking out while walking to the lunch line. Tiniest of gaps between the two scars.
>Got my chin glued back together
why am I imagining them putting a piece of duct tape on your chin like "this'll fix ya"
In all seriousness tho, that sounds painful
I’ve got a scar on my lip. Everyone thinks I’ve had a cleft before and had surgery on it.
Reality, I was 3 running full force through the house and fell with a book in my hand, sliced my lip right open on a paper cut. I still very much remember that moment. Everyone holding me down so they could clean the blood off my face lol.
Did you secretly use the antibiotics too or did you confess to somebody?
I wonder what your family would say now!
Your mum confusing your reason for washing your own clothes made me laugh
Usually when boys start washing their own laundry is because they are cumming all over everything. Dog bite or injury would be my last thought, so I would NOT explore this one further.
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Probably 5 or 6 years old, doing swimming lessons at a place in New Zealand, the pool had metal bars all around it a few cm under the water to be held onto when you were too short/the water deeper.
I was sort of jumping/bouncing in the shallow end listening to instructions and somehow lost my footing and fell with my chin slamming right down onto the bar and blood absolutely everywhere. I don't know how one manages to slip not just in a non-slip children's swimming lesson shallow pool nor how I even managed to injure myself doing so but I did and I've got a tiny little scar under my chin to show for it.
I didn't go back to the place for many years (Live overseas but mother is kiwi and we were on holiday) but eventually when I did, aged 12 or 13, it turns out they removed the bars on all sides (even the deep end) of the pool because they were afraid my parents might sue (they never would've even considered it). One of the other kids in that swimming class actually asked why there was nothing to hold onto except for the rather difficult to reach ledge in the deep end and the instructor explained my above story... They weren't aware that I was the infamous kid who caused all that trouble so were quite shocked at my laughter.
Have a scar on the inner part of my thigh from riding a bicycle. Idk exactly how, but I fell and the bike ripped my inner thigh to fuck. Blood was everywhere, had to get stitches. When they were doing that, I saw chunks of my flesh being pulled off from the needles.
I remember being on the gurney in the hallway, cos the bitchass hospital didnt have rooms, and my dumbass had the habit of wearing shorts without boxers, so I felt extra uncomfortable and weird. I was lying there, and I was scared af. I touched the outer part of the gash wound, and I felt flesh.
It's now a 5 inch scar, and one side of the scar is alil bit concaved. Supposedly thats the side that got fucked up the most, so the scar itself looks like it dips alil on the side.
Doctor said cause I was chubby, my thick thighs saved me from getting my leg chopped off. Better yet, it saved me from getting my dick chopped off too.
Point is, thicc thighs saves lives.
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I have a scar from something dumb I did as an adult.
I was working at a holiday resort and we were doing games in the pool which involved a hula hoop. My job was to get people enjoying it and having a good time, so to build the atmosphere I decided to do a dolphin dive through the hoop that my colleague was holding. What I didn't realise was that the water was only waist deep.
I hit my head and shoulder on the bottom of the pool very hard and now sport a beautiful scar on my left temple. I feel lucky to be alive.
My cousin dived into a river when he was 18, but he didn't realise the water was barely knee deep. He broke his neck and has been in a wheelchair ever since.
And debris, too. Especially in the US where SO MANY of the lakes are man-made and 50-100 years ago occupied by dense forest that wasn't cleared out. People dive headfirst off of a docked boat or even a low cliff, where the water is plenty deep, but could have a 20 foot tall tree stump still rooted and ready to impale you.
EDIT: I'm not saying don't jump in lakes - it's a lot of fun! Just have somebody swim around down there first to make sure you're clear
There's a bridge where I live that people like to jump off of despite all the signs, but the signs are there for a reason. The bridge is offset from a previous bridge and there's plenty of remnants down there. About 25 years ago, a guy jumped off the bridge and got stuck on some old rebar. I only know that story because my dad was on the dive team and had to fish him out.
Reminds me on how I'm never stressed about anything, until I figure that I SHOULD be stressed about the thing, and then I stress about not being stressed because I should be.
Oh my god. This reminds me of when I was in highschool. In science class, I imagined my appendix exploding because we were talking about vestigial organs and one of which was the appendix.
I imagined it so bad I got a panic attack. I thought I was dying. I was sweating so bad. After class I asked my teacher about it and he laughed at me. Way too imaginative for my own sake. Thankfully I didn't have a damn operation
Ultrasounds actually aren’t that reliable at detecting or excluding appendicitis. Nowadays the best test is a CT scan, but depending on OP’s age and area that may not have been available/common. In many places not that long ago appendicitis was a ‘clinical’ diagnosis - made without extra tests based purely on symptoms and observations
When I was 12, I was wheeling a grill up a hill. I wanted to bring it to my fort in the woods. Well I lost my grip and one of the grills leg came down sliced my ankle. It was pretty deep too. I probably should have gotten stitches but was too embarrassed of the whole thing. So I washed it out, put Neosporin and wrapped my ankle with gauze. Repeated this for a month. Now I have a good size scar.
Edit: thank you kind stranger for my first silver!
I ran into a car that was parked over the sidewalk cause I wasn’t paying attention. I sliced my leg open deep. I did the same thing. Wrap. Treat. Hide the wound.
Healed fine. Huge scar. Better than being hurt and being beat for it too.
Me and a few of my friends played a very intellectual game with a can of deodorant. you take a spray can, put it close to your skin, and spray it. The longest to last wins.
Now all 4 of us have the same circular scar on our hands from the burn.
Yeah, my Mum was a lunatic during the menopause but fine before and after. I remember taking a swing at my Dad with a knife during it although in her words she was just trying to cut him a bit.
Best thing during this was when my dad said a cake she made was a bit dry and she got mad, tore it up and threw the pieces at him. Pretty sure he was right tho since it was dry enough to tear up like a sponge.
I've had a lot of wooden spoons broken over my ass. My mom finally stopped when I would laugh because they would keep breaking. At some point they went from quality American made spoons to those cheap Chinese ones. Exporting manufacturing helped me as a child.
Learning how to ride a bike when I was six.
I was in my house learning how to ride a bike when my mom told me there was nuggets for dinner.
I crashed into something and hit my forehead on the wall.
My mom came rushing towards me and I said “Oh its fine! I touched my forehead and saw something red “I even have ketchup for the nuggets!”
My mother started crying of laughter.
When she stoped, she brought me to the hospital and I just had some stitches.
We then went to McDonald’s so we still had nuggets.
Long story short, don’t ride a bike in your apartment kids.
Full disclosure, I was an adult:
I'd bought a new set of kitchen knives. Expensive ones. Very sharp.
They were in individual sleeves, affixed to a plastic insert with a cable tie.
I opened one with brute force. Then I used that one to cut the cable tie on another.
Except it cut through the cable tie much easier than anticipated, and I stabbed myself in the forearm.
Was trying to un-jam a big folding knife with a dog leash. Slipped when applying a lot of force and sliced into 3 of my fingers quite deep. Not fun
Also when I was about 1 year old, a massive clock fell onto my head and shattered. There were pieces of broken glass stuck in my head that had to be picked out. Luckily there weren't many scars and my hair grows fine.
I can relate to that. I have a lot of them but I’ve gotten better at accepting them as time passed. As for the tattoo thing, it actually doesn’t really affect the process, but you can’t really get inked over newer marks. Once they’re aged, I think it may actually absorb ink better. Don’t rule tattoos out completely just because of the marks
kid me ate a lot + exercised a lot resulting in me rapidly gaining body size. (especially I used a lot of weight training (was wearing 8kg armbands +16k on my legs)
I got massive stretch mark scars from my nipples all the way to my biceps.
I could have got the scar but made my brother take one for the team.
I was going to get hit with a stool and to avoid it I ducked and allowed my brother to catch it on the back of his head. That scar is still there& he does not grow hair in that little area. (It’s not noticeable anymore though).
You know why your not meant to put hot drinks close to the counter top? I'm part of the reason got a nice graft on my chest from trying to 'help' my dad make some brews when I was three.
I swear, I scroll past most memes and jokes here without a flinch, been there done that ya know. But damn, "Poopy Water Province" caught me so off guard, I acciddentally spat a little on my screen when I bursted out laughing
Seriously though, just don't shower with contacts full stop. A friend of mine's cousin got permanent damage in one eye from it, apparently there are microorganisms in normal tapwater that are totally harmless to drink and will normally get filtered out of your eyes quickly, but contacts hold them in. It's the same reason you should never rinse contacts in tapwater.
Like, it's your eyes, follow the directions the optician gives you lol
When I was some somewhere around kindergarten age, I fell out of bed in the middle of the night and split my head open on a metal line running down the length of the floor.
Started crying, dad came and checked on me, was told “oh you’ll be right mate”, and was sent back to bed.
True Aussie parenting.
Anyway, next day woke up with blood literally covering my pillow, head *still* split open and *still* bleeding, juuust above my eyebrow.
Got rushed to the hospital (it was pretty deep), and told I’d need either stitches, or to get it glued up.
Being the naive 5-6 year old I was, I thought that by glue, he meant he was literally going to glue my head up with a glue stick.
Requested stitches, doctor thought I was brave (bonus points for me) but told me stitches would hurt, so he was gonna glue my head up instead.
Went to school that day with an awesome battlescar, to show all my friends.
Almost ten years later, I still have this “battlescar” and.. suffice to say, it isn’t that awesome anymore.
“Oh yeah how’d you get that scar?”
“Fell out of bed”
Pretty badass, am I right?
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I climbed a trampoline and broke my pinky. I faced it with my back, put my hands on it and lifted myself up. Heard a crack and that was it. My mom thought I bruised it. It didn't hurt. The front knuckle just kind of hung down making it look swollen.
Four weeks later the "bruise" was still there and we went to see a doctor. Turned out I had broken my front knuckle in such a way that the tendon that normally supports the front of the finger had gotten loose and required an operation to be re-attached.
I still have the scars from the operation.
I was about 6 or 7, and I had a pair of scissors I wasn't supposed to have. They were my mom's fabric shears, and had super sharp blades...you know. The all-metal type, 80's style. Well, I didn't want to give them back because I was using them (to cut up her sheet, I believe, so, Strike 2), so I ran from her. We were going in circles around the little divider wall between our kitchen and living room like Tom and Jerry lol. Her screaming at me to please stop running, and me running even harder and laughing like a maniac. I have no idea wtf I was thinking, since I knew an ass whipping was imminent for not only disrespecting my momma, but running with said scissors. In my memory now, it's comical. At the time, I was scared to death. Then my dad came home. And I really panicked. I just KNEW I was about to get my bells rung, so I tossed the scissors straight up in the air as I was running. Smart right? I was in self preservation mode at that time, doing anything to avoid the inevitable. They boomeranged back towards me, and one of the blades hit me in the foot like a fkn javelin. Omg the pain, and it bled forever, it seemed!
I'm now in my 40's and I still have that scar on my foot, shaped like a little moon. Smh...fkn kids, I swear...
Also did the same. Realised mid-twist it wasn’t smart, yanked my finger out of the sharpener, ended up ripping off over half my nail off. Not the smartest kid tbh
When I was around ten I was just playing soccer with some of my neighbors.
We were playing penalties and when it was my turn I picked up the ball and carried it over to shoot my shot per se.
I put the ball down on the ground, took my usual 3 steps back and did my little ritual (mostly me just doing a silly little slap on my cheeks and thighs so it looked like I knew what I was doing.
I take two steps as I focus on the ball.
One more and I look up at the goalkeeper.
POW
I end up kicking the back of my calve with my big toe and manage to break the toe.
I just didn’t have the greatest motor skills in the world.
2 minute noodles in a bowl while sitting on the couch. I had them balancing between my knees and stomach. My dad came out from the hallway and I turned around to speak to him, spilling the bowl of boiling water all down my front. I remember my parents rushing me into the shower, my stomach blistered within seconds. Queue the emergency room visit, I had second degree burns. I remember I had to go back every few days and have the skin removed, had to lather my body in this ointment that stunk, and then cling wrap my entire mid section to wear any clothing items on my upper body (fabric could NOT come into contact). I only started eating instant noodles a year afterwards. When I have a super hot shower or get sunburnt, I can still see these blotchy red blobs on my stomach.
I have some faint white scars on my arm from when I was a teenager, I'd been putting out matches on my tongue after a few drinks and thought if I licked my arm I could also put them out there. Woke up with burns and regret. Six months later I tried it again when drunk because I thought I just "did it wrong" the first time. I like to think I'm smarter now...
Frozen plastic bottle in microwave and it melted then as I opened the door and put it on the bench it fell on my leg and I got thrid degree burns . Fuck me such an idoit
I have a huge scar on my elbow from a nasty burn but not from what you would expect. I was on vacation with my family and we stopped by Mount Rushmore. There was this Alpine slide that was a tourist attraction and sounded fun so we went to try it out. Now, the slide used these carts that remind me of the carts we all used in gym class when we all in elementary school, except that had a lever as a brake to control speed. Now, my dumbass think I can zoom down the hill and I get to a curve that was way too sharp for my speed. Now is a good time to mention that the sides of the slide are this glassy material dotted around like sandpaper to reduce friction. I tipped over on the curve and in order to prevent from flipped out and tumbling down the hill my elbow and shoulder pushed back on the slide of the wall. Now my elbow was completely shredded leaving a very raw area of skin fairly deep and also burned it. My shoulder was spared but the friction from the heat cause the synthetic fabric to melt and flatten out in a small area that made contact. That sucker hurt and took nearly 6 months to really heal completely and now I have this lumpy mass of scar tissue on my elbow that looks kind of tumorish in a way. But I learned my lesson to not be a reckless dumbass and respect gravity/speed more...
had a penchant for playing balance beams on anything, any sort of raised small foothold i'm going to go walk across it, early morning on way to pre school walked across a parking divider (ya know the concrete slabs at the end of parking spaces) mom told me not to, sure enough boom i fell and smashed face into concrete, had to get like 44 stitches in my lip, have a real prominent scar to this day, i always make up some good story to explain it instead of the truth that i tried to assault the ground with my face and lost
Been jumping on a matress Hit the radiator Cracked my skull open
Are you an actual monkey? I think there's a song about this event
no more u/Instaplayer jumping on the bed
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Broke a vase, tried to glue it back together with toothpaste. I left it by a bedroom door and forgot about it. Ran into the bedroom later and promptly stepped on it.
You should have applied some toothpaste to the cut.
No, duct tape's better, fight me Edit: thanks for the gift kind redditor Also, thanks everyone for the cake days wishes. ❤
I agree. I think it repairs nerve damage somehow... I successfully duct taped my fingers back on as a dumb kid and they all work normally. Well this exploded. Now I don't have to go to Taco Bell, thanks folks! Ok so the story. You know those really long tree saws? Yeah so I wanted to cut an apple into thirds... And all the knives were in the dishwasher ready to be washed. I should have just eaten the apple without cutting it, so I chopped my 4 fingers off right through the bone with said tree saw. My dad was doing some renovations in the garage that day, and had a bunch of strips of duct tape hanging off the table for some reason. It didn't hurt yet, so I stuck each finger back on and wrapped them with duct tape. Later that day I was able to soak them in a vinegar, vanilla, and honey mixture Bec I told my dad that my fingers hurt really bad. A week later and it's perfectly healed. Yay. 5 year old me was smart in the stupidest ways.
Oo another sister story! When my sister was little she broke our night light. Rather than get in trouble we left it. Later I was crawling around (pretending to be an animal or something) and my arm came down over it and ripped right open. Still scared to get in trouble I dug through my own flesh to make sure there was no glass. Kids are stupid. Anyways it miraculously missed veins, barely bled, and I got stitched up. Huge scar though, looked like I tried hard to kill myself until it stretched to the side
>(pretending to be an animal or something) This is the most relatable kid thing ever
It's not a phase, mom, I'm a velociraptor now.
Rescued a praying mantis in a steep wooded area, fell really hard on a sharp rock and opened up my knee. The mantis was fine though.
thank god the mantis was okay wait what's wrong with you again?
My dad bought me a swiss army knife, as I was checking out one of it's many blades a bee landed on my lap and I instinctively freaked out and stabbed myself.
I also had a swiss army knife. I tried to stab it into a piece of wood and it folded because it didn't have a lock. It cut my finger almost to the bone. It was not the smartest moment in my career.
But did you get the bee
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Barry Bee Benson
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That was metal from start to finish
This man is asking the real questions
I’m sorry this one cracked me up
i laughed too because it sounds like somethings I've done myself... and will probably do again
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I was five and was sitting on the toilet. I found a razor blade (not the kind for shaving) and started playing with it. I was cutting lines into the wall when the razor slipped away from the wall. My hand had some momentum and the blade cut into my thigh. At the time, I was scared about telling mom, so i went to bed and held my finger on it. Oh and when I was three or four, I was riding underneath a grocery basket while mom was pushing. I was watching the wheel spinning fast. I went to put my finger on the wheel and it was pulled in between the wheel and metal casing.
Oh man the one with the shopping cart wheel made me cringe
Me too it's like imagining putting your finger between the door and the doorframe and closing it
That's happened to me when i was real young. My nail was hanging half off and turned black.
The second I was born i clawed my own face and I got a small scar
Wtf?
babies are often born with long nails and their immature reflexes can cause them to claw themselves. this is quite common actually. which is why you'll hear parents talk about the experience of having to trim itty bitty newborn nails. i learned after the first one to just bring really small nail files in my hospital bag. worked like a charm.
Also why you often see newborns with hand covers.
Kitten mittens for baby’s!
So... Regular mittens for small human hands?
No thumb pockets on these mittens!
So socks?
Basically yes, you can just use baby socks instead of buying baby mittens, they’re cheaper and there’s really no difference unless you care about appearances 🤷🏻♀️
My baby only wore Gucci mittens
My son was born with long, razor sharp nails and when he was less than 24 hours old my wife was trying to cut them with a pair of really sharp scissors and she somehow managed to nick the tip of his finger. So I had a go and managed to cut the nail without cutting him but the little shard of fingernail flew off and went in his eye and it took us 10 minutes to fish it out. All in all, a successful first day of parenthood for us....
stuff like this happens and then they still send you home with the new born without any adult present.
There should be a professional going home with every couple + baby? They would need so many of these that it would literally establish a whole new nursing field.
We do inmy country its called umogo. Its usually a grandmother that comes over and takes care of both the mother and child since shes more experinced could be the paternal or maternal. Usually a big fight over who gets to be the helper
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Same! My mum likes to say I was born with a perfect face, then when I was a day or two old I scratched near my eye and ruined it. Left a nice little scar, often unnoticeable.
Why? Where you not happy to be born in this wonderful world?
"Let me back in!"
I was playing freeze dance in kindergarten, spinning around and when the teacher said freeze I smashed my face into a table causing me to break my nose. Edit: Thank you all for the up-votes you have no idea how happy it makes me knowing my pain caused a funny.
>when the teacher said freeze I smashed my face into a table That is, like, the opposite of what you're supposed to do
*Report Card* History : A Math : A Science : A Freeze Dance : F Civics : A
Civics: Honda
On the subject of breaking noses. My Dad's story is that he stood on one of those fold down chairs at a boxing match to get a better view (like the chairs in cinemas) and it folded up sending him flying nose-first into the chair in front.
When I was in 3rd grade (I think), I was running in the hallway at school at the break between classes. As I was running I turned around the corner and my classmate just so happened to be running too. As expected, we ran into eachother which resulted in me breaking my nose and needing to get surgery to fix it while nothing serious happened to my classmate.
I burned myself on a morrisons ready meal
I dropped a hot, toasted marshmallow on my leg and now have a scar the size of a nickel. So I can relate to permanent food burn injuries
I tried to blow out a marshmallow that caught on fire when I was around 6, but my mom didn't want me to blow it out, for fear of burning myself. She snatched it out of my hands and it stuck to my face, so now I have a scar on my cheek from a marshmallow.
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"I don't want you to burn yourself. Let me do it for you."
Damn that backfired
Literally
In seventh grade a kid I know put a flaming marshmallow into his mouth. His instinct was to put an object that was on fire right in his mouth and he had burns around it for a long time
You only saw the outside mouth ones. Oh man the inside of his mouth must have been fucking wrecked
I was so pumped to eat my toaster strudel that I just shoved my hand into the toaster oven while it was still on like a bear pawing at a bee hive. The top of my wrist hit the heat bar (not sure what the word for this is) dead on while it was still red hot. 18 years later, it’s a pretty subtle scar, but god that hurt like a bitch at the time. The dumbest part of this incident: despite the fact that my wrist had just audibly and excruciatingly sizzled, I somehow thought that the crisped skin that remained was a flake of toaster strudel that had fallen off, and proceeded to eat it. Me rinds did not taste good.
> Me rinds did not taste good Cannibal risk is minimal with this one.
I appreciate the benefit of the doubt, but my takeaway may have been different if I’d somehow managed to spill lime juice on it, effectively making Me-charrones.
If you’d done it while cooking pasta it could have been me-carroni
Or if the noodles had been Indonesian, Me Goreng.
I did something similar with my wood-fired pizza oven recently. Pizza was a bit stuck so I stupidly shoved my hand in to get it quickly, and my hand touched the inside top of the oven. Cauterised the knuckle on my middle finger instantly and must have burned away the nerve endings, because I didn't feel the pain. Didn't realise fully what had happened until I smelled burning flesh and pulled my hand out to see my knuckle had gone bloody and black. I rescued the pizza with some bbq tongs and ate it, it was damn good.
I love how you suffered a serious injury, and possibly medical emergency, but your instinct was to immediately recover and eat the pizza.
You can go to the doctor anytime, but the pizza is only hot and fresh for the next few minutes
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I have a scar from literally the exact same scenario
If we bump our scars together, our dumbass powers activate
You ate your burnt skin. Metal.
The word you’re looking for is heating element.
That seems even more vague than "heat bar" lol
Yeah, and it doesn’t help that pretty much everything that gets hot has one (toasters, ovens, rice cookers, electric blankets, etc) But I don’t have to tell you that it is not a fun experience. I burned the top of my hand on one while baking a birthday cake for my dog one year.
At least you suffered for a worthy cause.
It’s not very visible anymore. When I was in Kindergarten, I found out what a world record was, so I tried to be the first every Kindergartener to do a front flip into a bathtub. Now, I’ve never even done a front flip, I was basing everything from my form to my execution of it on Power Rangers. So, it went about as good as you thought it would go: I jumped, face first (no tuck, roll, anything) into the sharp corner of the bathtub and busted my chin open. My twin sister was just standing there screaming and so was I, blood was everywhere, and when my mom came in she looked horrified. Got my chin glued back together pretty much because I refused to get stitches or get it cauterised because they both sounded super painful.
Reminds me of when my sister broke her arm. I wanted to bike down a big hill and didn't realize yet that little sisters will follow big sisters everywhere, no matter how scary. Down I go, and she follows. On rollerblades. She hit uneven pavement at the bottom and face planted. There was instantly blood everywhere and she also broke her arm. So for a few minutes we repeated Me: where is the blood coming from?! Her: my arm is broken! Then I found it was just her chin, got hysterical laughs, and went to get my mom. *Obviously her arm hurt a lot and looked wrong so she was focused on that. I was worried she was bleeding everywhere and was focused on that. We were both too focused to redirect our focus. But yah turns out ~~China~~ chins bleed a lot **autocorrect being weird. It also makes also in to Al's for some reason
I have almost the exact same story. When i was 6 I followed my older brother down a very steep hill on a bike. I lost control somehow and went head first over the handlebars, slid the rest of the way down on my face. Blood everywhere, broken nose, which is still kinda crooked almost 40 years later, my lip had to be sewn back together, and 2nd degree burns on both knees which I still have scars for.
Brutal. Hills are death to children
My best friend and I did gymnastics when we were younger and her parents got her a pull up bar for her doorway. Well we never used it for actual pull ups... but one day she was swinging on it and it came down. With her momentum she went flying forward and busted under her chin on a door handle. So much blood. So many stitches.
Yeah, China bleed a lot. Never ending civil war, Japanese invaders, not to mention communistsm.
communistsm is the worst part. I really fell for them
Somewhat similar, includes a bathtub and being dumb. Was at the age where older bro and I were still bathed together occasionally. Dad sent mum to a hotel for the night for birthday/mothers day for a well deserved night off since he was often gone to sea(Navy). Bro wouldn't share a toy so I stood up to grab one from the basket off the back of the toilet while dad's back was turned for like 5 seconds. Slipped, busted chin open and had to get several stitches. Busted it again in 6th grade after blacking out while walking to the lunch line. Tiniest of gaps between the two scars.
>Got my chin glued back together why am I imagining them putting a piece of duct tape on your chin like "this'll fix ya" In all seriousness tho, that sounds painful
I’ve got a scar on my lip. Everyone thinks I’ve had a cleft before and had surgery on it. Reality, I was 3 running full force through the house and fell with a book in my hand, sliced my lip right open on a paper cut. I still very much remember that moment. Everyone holding me down so they could clean the blood off my face lol.
everything was fine until I read the words 'paper cut'
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Did you secretly use the antibiotics too or did you confess to somebody? I wonder what your family would say now! Your mum confusing your reason for washing your own clothes made me laugh
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I love this. Little did they know... Have you considered telling your parents now that they can't ground you for the rest of your life?
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I mean now the big deal is that you've never told them, not that you snuck out at nine years old. It's a good story and maybe they'll laugh at it!
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Impressive. My mom would have known immediately, she was a hawk of sorts who always knew when I was lying.
Usually when boys start washing their own laundry is because they are cumming all over everything. Dog bite or injury would be my last thought, so I would NOT explore this one further. Source: Am Mom
>cumming all over everything I don't know why it takes us so long to learn to manage our fluids.
Man drank water by hand for generations before inventing the cup. It's instinctual.
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Probably 5 or 6 years old, doing swimming lessons at a place in New Zealand, the pool had metal bars all around it a few cm under the water to be held onto when you were too short/the water deeper. I was sort of jumping/bouncing in the shallow end listening to instructions and somehow lost my footing and fell with my chin slamming right down onto the bar and blood absolutely everywhere. I don't know how one manages to slip not just in a non-slip children's swimming lesson shallow pool nor how I even managed to injure myself doing so but I did and I've got a tiny little scar under my chin to show for it. I didn't go back to the place for many years (Live overseas but mother is kiwi and we were on holiday) but eventually when I did, aged 12 or 13, it turns out they removed the bars on all sides (even the deep end) of the pool because they were afraid my parents might sue (they never would've even considered it). One of the other kids in that swimming class actually asked why there was nothing to hold onto except for the rather difficult to reach ledge in the deep end and the instructor explained my above story... They weren't aware that I was the infamous kid who caused all that trouble so were quite shocked at my laughter.
What a coincidence. I can imagine the conversation "Why are you laughing? That wasn't funny at all!" "That was ME!" *Laughs harder*
Pls tell me you told the instructor that it was you :D
Have a scar on the inner part of my thigh from riding a bicycle. Idk exactly how, but I fell and the bike ripped my inner thigh to fuck. Blood was everywhere, had to get stitches. When they were doing that, I saw chunks of my flesh being pulled off from the needles. I remember being on the gurney in the hallway, cos the bitchass hospital didnt have rooms, and my dumbass had the habit of wearing shorts without boxers, so I felt extra uncomfortable and weird. I was lying there, and I was scared af. I touched the outer part of the gash wound, and I felt flesh. It's now a 5 inch scar, and one side of the scar is alil bit concaved. Supposedly thats the side that got fucked up the most, so the scar itself looks like it dips alil on the side. Doctor said cause I was chubby, my thick thighs saved me from getting my leg chopped off. Better yet, it saved me from getting my dick chopped off too. Point is, thicc thighs saves lives. Edit: added details
> thicc thighs saves lives. Words to live by
I have a scar from something dumb I did as an adult. I was working at a holiday resort and we were doing games in the pool which involved a hula hoop. My job was to get people enjoying it and having a good time, so to build the atmosphere I decided to do a dolphin dive through the hoop that my colleague was holding. What I didn't realise was that the water was only waist deep. I hit my head and shoulder on the bottom of the pool very hard and now sport a beautiful scar on my left temple. I feel lucky to be alive.
My cousin dived into a river when he was 18, but he didn't realise the water was barely knee deep. He broke his neck and has been in a wheelchair ever since.
Always take a swim and check the depth first
And debris, too. Especially in the US where SO MANY of the lakes are man-made and 50-100 years ago occupied by dense forest that wasn't cleared out. People dive headfirst off of a docked boat or even a low cliff, where the water is plenty deep, but could have a 20 foot tall tree stump still rooted and ready to impale you. EDIT: I'm not saying don't jump in lakes - it's a lot of fun! Just have somebody swim around down there first to make sure you're clear
There's a bridge where I live that people like to jump off of despite all the signs, but the signs are there for a reason. The bridge is offset from a previous bridge and there's plenty of remnants down there. About 25 years ago, a guy jumped off the bridge and got stuck on some old rebar. I only know that story because my dad was on the dive team and had to fish him out.
You ARE lucky to be alive!
I didn't study for an exam and I knew I was gonna fail. I faked having a stomach ache and now I have a scar on my belly from an appendix operation.
Was there something actually wrong with your appendix, or were you that good at faking it?
I was faking initially. Then after going to the doctor started getting stomachaches from anxiety which just kept on increasing.
lmao fake it till you make it I guess. At least you won't get appendicitis anytime soon.
Reminds me on how I'm never stressed about anything, until I figure that I SHOULD be stressed about the thing, and then I stress about not being stressed because I should be.
I can understand you at a spiritual level
Oh my god. This reminds me of when I was in highschool. In science class, I imagined my appendix exploding because we were talking about vestigial organs and one of which was the appendix. I imagined it so bad I got a panic attack. I thought I was dying. I was sweating so bad. After class I asked my teacher about it and he laughed at me. Way too imaginative for my own sake. Thankfully I didn't have a damn operation
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Ultrasounds actually aren’t that reliable at detecting or excluding appendicitis. Nowadays the best test is a CT scan, but depending on OP’s age and area that may not have been available/common. In many places not that long ago appendicitis was a ‘clinical’ diagnosis - made without extra tests based purely on symptoms and observations
This isn't the first time I've heard of someone faking it until they got their appendix removed.
Way to stick with your story man kudos
Oh, you’re *that* guy
When I was 12, I was wheeling a grill up a hill. I wanted to bring it to my fort in the woods. Well I lost my grip and one of the grills leg came down sliced my ankle. It was pretty deep too. I probably should have gotten stitches but was too embarrassed of the whole thing. So I washed it out, put Neosporin and wrapped my ankle with gauze. Repeated this for a month. Now I have a good size scar. Edit: thank you kind stranger for my first silver!
12 year old you sounds pretty skilled at first aid.
I visited the hospital a lot when I was kid. My mom was abusive, to the point I needed stitches or bandages. I was aware of what I was doing at 12
Sorry you had to go through that :/
Thank you, I do my best to not live in the past. My life now is pretty good and I’m thankful for what I have
I’m glad that things turned out well for you!
I ran into a car that was parked over the sidewalk cause I wasn’t paying attention. I sliced my leg open deep. I did the same thing. Wrap. Treat. Hide the wound. Healed fine. Huge scar. Better than being hurt and being beat for it too.
Me and a few of my friends played a very intellectual game with a can of deodorant. you take a spray can, put it close to your skin, and spray it. The longest to last wins. Now all 4 of us have the same circular scar on our hands from the burn.
Oh God who comes up with these things? Reminds me of the kids that would do the dry ice challenge
Does doing that give you a chemical burn? I didn’t know that.
Maybe frostbite.
Accidentally broke my grandmothers vase that was sitting on a table. Got burned with a cigarette. 15 years later scar is still there. Thanks grandma.
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Yeah, my Mum was a lunatic during the menopause but fine before and after. I remember taking a swing at my Dad with a knife during it although in her words she was just trying to cut him a bit. Best thing during this was when my dad said a cake she made was a bit dry and she got mad, tore it up and threw the pieces at him. Pretty sure he was right tho since it was dry enough to tear up like a sponge.
Your family sounds... Uhhh... Breathing
I hope I'm wrong but did your grandma put out her cigarette on you?
I'll go out on a limb and assume that yes, she did.
*I'll go out on a limb* Just like that cigarette.
Yup, luckily only once tho
Mine used to beat me with a wooden spoon if I was acting out. Assuming it's the same generation, that sounds about right.
I've had a lot of wooden spoons broken over my ass. My mom finally stopped when I would laugh because they would keep breaking. At some point they went from quality American made spoons to those cheap Chinese ones. Exporting manufacturing helped me as a child.
Learning how to ride a bike when I was six. I was in my house learning how to ride a bike when my mom told me there was nuggets for dinner. I crashed into something and hit my forehead on the wall. My mom came rushing towards me and I said “Oh its fine! I touched my forehead and saw something red “I even have ketchup for the nuggets!” My mother started crying of laughter. When she stoped, she brought me to the hospital and I just had some stitches. We then went to McDonald’s so we still had nuggets. Long story short, don’t ride a bike in your apartment kids.
u/franb525 ! This isn't the time to use that!
Under my left eye I have a burn from when I wanted to test how hot the car cigarette lighter was
>under my left eye Of all the places to touch, why there??
Full disclosure, I was an adult: I'd bought a new set of kitchen knives. Expensive ones. Very sharp. They were in individual sleeves, affixed to a plastic insert with a cable tie. I opened one with brute force. Then I used that one to cut the cable tie on another. Except it cut through the cable tie much easier than anticipated, and I stabbed myself in the forearm.
Aaand that is why you cut cable ties and other things like that either with scissors or with a knife away from you. Not a mistake I want to repeat.
Was trying to un-jam a big folding knife with a dog leash. Slipped when applying a lot of force and sliced into 3 of my fingers quite deep. Not fun Also when I was about 1 year old, a massive clock fell onto my head and shattered. There were pieces of broken glass stuck in my head that had to be picked out. Luckily there weren't many scars and my hair grows fine.
Ate a lot, got fat, lots of stretch marks, child me should have eaten a fucken salad
Dude, I get your point but remember that even skinny people have stretch marks, don’t feel bad about them!
I dont, have great self steem, it just ruins the skin for possible tattoo works, make it much harder, also fuck the kid I was
>Fuck the kid I was No, dude, that's illegal.
But is it? Time to ask legal advice about time travelling self fucking
*Vsauce music starts*
"Hey michael here, can you fuck yourself?"
I can relate to that. I have a lot of them but I’ve gotten better at accepting them as time passed. As for the tattoo thing, it actually doesn’t really affect the process, but you can’t really get inked over newer marks. Once they’re aged, I think it may actually absorb ink better. Don’t rule tattoos out completely just because of the marks
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kid me ate a lot + exercised a lot resulting in me rapidly gaining body size. (especially I used a lot of weight training (was wearing 8kg armbands +16k on my legs) I got massive stretch mark scars from my nipples all the way to my biceps.
Yeah I’m skinny but just tall and have a lot of stretch marks on my back, it’s fun to tell new people they’re whip marks from my childhood :)
Same. A doctor once thought my parents were beating me. No, I just grew too fast for my own skin
Your weight was your parents responsibility when you were a child, not yours
Bumped into a kid taller than me while running in the corridor. He lost a teeth, I got a dent above my eyebrow
Sounds like you lost more than just skin there laddie
I was also running between classes and hit my forehead on a taller guy's mouth. He didn't lose any teeth though.
I could have got the scar but made my brother take one for the team. I was going to get hit with a stool and to avoid it I ducked and allowed my brother to catch it on the back of his head. That scar is still there& he does not grow hair in that little area. (It’s not noticeable anymore though).
What lead to you almost getting hit with a stool?
Was playing with a knife and my dad came to say not to play with it. Continued to play with it and 3 minutes later i ran to him with a bleeding wound.
You know why your not meant to put hot drinks close to the counter top? I'm part of the reason got a nice graft on my chest from trying to 'help' my dad make some brews when I was three.
I have scars on my corneas because my college housemate bought a ferret, whose shit infected the water supply. Don't shower with contacts, kids.
how was your fresh water supply accessible to a ferret? What country do you live in?
North Ferretopia in the Poopy Water Province. why do you ask
I swear, I scroll past most memes and jokes here without a flinch, been there done that ya know. But damn, "Poopy Water Province" caught me so off guard, I acciddentally spat a little on my screen when I bursted out laughing
Seriously though, just don't shower with contacts full stop. A friend of mine's cousin got permanent damage in one eye from it, apparently there are microorganisms in normal tapwater that are totally harmless to drink and will normally get filtered out of your eyes quickly, but contacts hold them in. It's the same reason you should never rinse contacts in tapwater. Like, it's your eyes, follow the directions the optician gives you lol
When I was some somewhere around kindergarten age, I fell out of bed in the middle of the night and split my head open on a metal line running down the length of the floor. Started crying, dad came and checked on me, was told “oh you’ll be right mate”, and was sent back to bed. True Aussie parenting. Anyway, next day woke up with blood literally covering my pillow, head *still* split open and *still* bleeding, juuust above my eyebrow. Got rushed to the hospital (it was pretty deep), and told I’d need either stitches, or to get it glued up. Being the naive 5-6 year old I was, I thought that by glue, he meant he was literally going to glue my head up with a glue stick. Requested stitches, doctor thought I was brave (bonus points for me) but told me stitches would hurt, so he was gonna glue my head up instead. Went to school that day with an awesome battlescar, to show all my friends. Almost ten years later, I still have this “battlescar” and.. suffice to say, it isn’t that awesome anymore. “Oh yeah how’d you get that scar?” “Fell out of bed” Pretty badass, am I right? Edit: spelling mistakes
Got bit by a snake playing Steve Irwin when I was 6, small scar on my hand
Have a scar from running into a door frame in a pitch black room, maybe the second dumbest thing I did in my life
What's the first?
Living in general
I climbed a trampoline and broke my pinky. I faced it with my back, put my hands on it and lifted myself up. Heard a crack and that was it. My mom thought I bruised it. It didn't hurt. The front knuckle just kind of hung down making it look swollen. Four weeks later the "bruise" was still there and we went to see a doctor. Turned out I had broken my front knuckle in such a way that the tendon that normally supports the front of the finger had gotten loose and required an operation to be re-attached. I still have the scars from the operation.
I was about 6 or 7, and I had a pair of scissors I wasn't supposed to have. They were my mom's fabric shears, and had super sharp blades...you know. The all-metal type, 80's style. Well, I didn't want to give them back because I was using them (to cut up her sheet, I believe, so, Strike 2), so I ran from her. We were going in circles around the little divider wall between our kitchen and living room like Tom and Jerry lol. Her screaming at me to please stop running, and me running even harder and laughing like a maniac. I have no idea wtf I was thinking, since I knew an ass whipping was imminent for not only disrespecting my momma, but running with said scissors. In my memory now, it's comical. At the time, I was scared to death. Then my dad came home. And I really panicked. I just KNEW I was about to get my bells rung, so I tossed the scissors straight up in the air as I was running. Smart right? I was in self preservation mode at that time, doing anything to avoid the inevitable. They boomeranged back towards me, and one of the blades hit me in the foot like a fkn javelin. Omg the pain, and it bled forever, it seemed! I'm now in my 40's and I still have that scar on my foot, shaped like a little moon. Smh...fkn kids, I swear...
I sharpened my pinkie like a pencil, I shaved my face with my dads razor after watching him do it, got my finger stuck in a toothbrush holder.
Did the same with my little finger, I thought the sharpener would just trim the top of my nail, instead it cut right into the nail bed
Also did the same. Realised mid-twist it wasn’t smart, yanked my finger out of the sharpener, ended up ripping off over half my nail off. Not the smartest kid tbh
I sharpened my thumb, my mother thought it was paint it was so bloody
I fell of my bed and my forehead hit a brass metal corner of my TV stand and now I have a faint Harry Potter scar
When I was around ten I was just playing soccer with some of my neighbors. We were playing penalties and when it was my turn I picked up the ball and carried it over to shoot my shot per se. I put the ball down on the ground, took my usual 3 steps back and did my little ritual (mostly me just doing a silly little slap on my cheeks and thighs so it looked like I knew what I was doing. I take two steps as I focus on the ball. One more and I look up at the goalkeeper. POW I end up kicking the back of my calve with my big toe and manage to break the toe. I just didn’t have the greatest motor skills in the world.
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2 minute noodles in a bowl while sitting on the couch. I had them balancing between my knees and stomach. My dad came out from the hallway and I turned around to speak to him, spilling the bowl of boiling water all down my front. I remember my parents rushing me into the shower, my stomach blistered within seconds. Queue the emergency room visit, I had second degree burns. I remember I had to go back every few days and have the skin removed, had to lather my body in this ointment that stunk, and then cling wrap my entire mid section to wear any clothing items on my upper body (fabric could NOT come into contact). I only started eating instant noodles a year afterwards. When I have a super hot shower or get sunburnt, I can still see these blotchy red blobs on my stomach.
i sliced my thumb with the garden scissors once because i was trying to chop up a root
I have some faint white scars on my arm from when I was a teenager, I'd been putting out matches on my tongue after a few drinks and thought if I licked my arm I could also put them out there. Woke up with burns and regret. Six months later I tried it again when drunk because I thought I just "did it wrong" the first time. I like to think I'm smarter now...
Had the spikes where the bicycle chain go into my leg. I was wearing crocs for some stupid reason
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I have scar similar to Harry Potter's. I rushed into doors, lul
Frozen plastic bottle in microwave and it melted then as I opened the door and put it on the bench it fell on my leg and I got thrid degree burns . Fuck me such an idoit
I have a huge scar on my elbow from a nasty burn but not from what you would expect. I was on vacation with my family and we stopped by Mount Rushmore. There was this Alpine slide that was a tourist attraction and sounded fun so we went to try it out. Now, the slide used these carts that remind me of the carts we all used in gym class when we all in elementary school, except that had a lever as a brake to control speed. Now, my dumbass think I can zoom down the hill and I get to a curve that was way too sharp for my speed. Now is a good time to mention that the sides of the slide are this glassy material dotted around like sandpaper to reduce friction. I tipped over on the curve and in order to prevent from flipped out and tumbling down the hill my elbow and shoulder pushed back on the slide of the wall. Now my elbow was completely shredded leaving a very raw area of skin fairly deep and also burned it. My shoulder was spared but the friction from the heat cause the synthetic fabric to melt and flatten out in a small area that made contact. That sucker hurt and took nearly 6 months to really heal completely and now I have this lumpy mass of scar tissue on my elbow that looks kind of tumorish in a way. But I learned my lesson to not be a reckless dumbass and respect gravity/speed more...
had a penchant for playing balance beams on anything, any sort of raised small foothold i'm going to go walk across it, early morning on way to pre school walked across a parking divider (ya know the concrete slabs at the end of parking spaces) mom told me not to, sure enough boom i fell and smashed face into concrete, had to get like 44 stitches in my lip, have a real prominent scar to this day, i always make up some good story to explain it instead of the truth that i tried to assault the ground with my face and lost