Scar stories

I have scars from the very top of my head to the bottom of one of my toes from a life well lived. These are stories best told around a campfire, certainly not online.
 
I have a 2" long scar on my ankle because I was playing with a wooden toy car when I was 2 and a nail stuck out of it and cut me.
 
I have a circular scar about 1" in diameter on my wrist. Apparently when I was a young child, I picked it over and over again until a permanent scar formed
 
I have a great scar story, in about 2nd grade i was playing with some friends on the playground. I was about to jump off the structure from this ladder thing, and I didn't step out far enough. My leg went right in between the ladder and the structure and my other leg landed right on the bar of the ladder. I literally blew out an entire chunk of skin in my shin (+ k for rhyming?) you could see the bone and everything. Now I have a giant circular scar in the middle of my shin.
 
Dunno how long exactly, But Ive got a scar that starts at my temple, follows all the way down the back of the right side of my head, and almost to the front of my neck. When I was 16 I got diagnosed with a 3.5cm tumor on my 8th cranial nerve. They did surgery, had to open the entire side of my head to get it out and cause the least amount of damage to surrounding nerves.
 
i have the best scar story ever....have a scar through my right eye brow and eye lid from being stabbed in the eye by a hooker. i've typed up the story in a thread somewhere...
 
I have a really big scar that looks like a cursive capital T on my bottom lip. Apparently when I was three, I made the conscious decision to smash my face into a concrete picnic table, pushing a few of my teeth through my lower lip, and a few more back up into my gums. Needed 8 stitches on the outside, 10 on the inside, I also ended up cutting one of my eyes open with some type of wire on the same weekend. I still have all my sight though.
 
Had elbow surgery to fix a pinched nerve, got this bad boy

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scar on my forehead from running into a corner when i was 4 years old because i was excited that my dad was home

scar on my shin from somehow slicing it with my ski edge a long time ago attempting to learn how to slide urban-style down rails
 
But for real, I impaled my left knee on a metal spike of a garden rake when I fell on it. It was dark out and my idiot sister left the rake in the middle of the lawn, spikes up. I tripped on the handle in the darkness and fell full force onto my knee right on the spike. *CRUNCH* So painful, and it was really gross at the time. Yellow shit and blood was leaking out of the wound and I had to be rushed to the hospital.

This is the resulting hole in my kneecap, several years later.

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1st scar: i was playing on a play ground when i was little and started to run when i slipped and smashed my face on the corner of a bench, knocking my tooth out and through my lip, leaving a hole in my face which got stitched up, 2nd scar: made a torch out of paper and was waving it around at night when a piece of burning paper fell off and burned the area around my eye and removed half my eyebrow.

3rd scar: i ran into a mailbox on my bike and went over the handlebars and did a face plant into the mailbox leaving me with a couple gouges in my lips and a broken arm.

all of my other scars are on my knees and elbows from the usual falling on a longboard and stuff
 
got a scar above my right eye from when i was like 6 and i got domed with a metal baseball bat

then this summer, i filleted my finger with a pocket knife on the last night of a camping trip. fun night at the hospital for sure.
 
when i was six my best friend (still) and i were ice skating together and holding hands when i suddenly fell, my friend couldn't stop so she ended up running over my fingers with her ice skate, which cut my fingers to the bone. she felt really bad so she bought me candy, and after i got stitches the hospital gave me a popsicle. my six year old self ended up thinking it was pretty worth it because of all the free sweets.
 
I was scootering down my sidewalk in first grade and being the badass I was I decided to as fast as I possibly could. I pushed really hard off the ground and accidentally jerked the handle bars to the right, flew off my scooter, and skidded across the ground. Scraped quite a bit of skin off my knee and now I have a long line sticking up off my kneecap.
 
Back in highschool I did a cigar burn on my chest. It ended up being really indented and ugly. Somehow my dad persuaded me to get it removed, resulting in an even bigger, elongated scar. Because it was on tit on my chest it has slowly opened up, and now it looks like an eyeball. My friends give me shit saying it's the eyeball staring into my soul. Thanks dad
 
Wanted to get first chair with my friend, so we got to the resort 3 hours early and waited in line. some snowboarder cut in front of us, so we got second chair. We were super pissed, so we decided to bomb it down the hill. I ate shit, and that's when I think I fractured my femoral condyle and tore up all of my cartilage in my knee. Then I tried to ski down and fell again..that's when I think I tore my ACL and meniscus...

We ended up also missing the concert we were going to go to after our day of skiing that we won free tickets to...

Decided to stay awake through my whole surgery though. it was so actually the coolest thing i've ever done.

Walked all around italy just a month after surgery. Took me awhile to heal up my new ACL and my meniscus is still torn. FUN TIMES. Typical skier probs

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I have tons but this thread isn't crap without pictures, so here is the one I have a good picture for:

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Hooked tip on backflip... concussion, seizure, broken nose, 5 stitches on the bridge of my nose, 3 stitches inside my nostril, about 20 stitches on my lip, pulled my bottom lip off my gums, AND bit a hole all the way through my tongue.

Others:

-Passenger in a Audi A4 that crashed on a two-lane country road going 90mph. I had to be cut out the car with the jaws of life and med evacuated in a helicopter. Resulted in concussion and an 8 inch laceration on the back of my head.

-Slammed my head trying a 900 in the halfpipe. Resulted in concussion, seizure, first thing I remember is being ready to leave the hospital.

-Fell on a chainsaw when I was about 5. Hit in the armpit, had to get some stitches (chainsaw was not on).

-Got involved in knife fight at party, tried to grab the knife and successfully grabed the knife, waited a month to get it stitched, had to get surgery because of it. Doctor said I was literally 1mm away from cutting the nerve.

There are many more. Those are some of the better ones off the top of my head.
 
had a spinal fusion of 11 vertebrae and now i have a 1.5 foot long scar down my back. badass
 
Scar on my chin from hockey when someone hit my head and my cage cut it up, had to get stitches, blood all over my nice white jersey.
 
Skating down a giant hill in 3rd grade. Got mad speed wobble tried to jump off and ate it. Now have a weird ass scare on my knee
 
if this is true, fuck yea amazing congratulations jesus christ.NO MATTER HOW FUCKING TRAINED IN ANY TYPE OF MARTIAL ARTS I WAS

i would never try that shit. Knives are fucked. How have you had so much bad shit happen wtf
 
i have a decent scar from rugburn on my forehead, when i was like 6 i pretended i was a vacuum for a good hour and dragged my head across the rug untill i felt the room was clean
 
I smashed my face on the handle bars of my bike, about five years ago when I got into dirt jumping a lot. Knocked 3/4 of my front teeth (one was fully out, root and all. Other was half smashed/dangling/fucked) Along with that I got 8 stitches from the top of my lip, to my chin. And a few more inside my mouth.

They knocked me out on the IV and when I came out I was pretending to be an ambulance, shouting out ambulance noises in the er. I collected a bunch of laughs, and really settled my parents nerves by doing that some how too.

 
Left shoulder, 2 tiny ones (one front, one back) from surgery, actually fading pretty fast

Left forearm I have a mark about 4 inches long from getting burned with an iron, still pretty noticeable, but fading

Right inner elbow, it looks like someone put out a cigar (and I occasionally say that to see reactions haha). I tried racing my freshmen year of college and fell at the top of a headwall on a GS course because it was so shitty and icy. Ended up sliding past I think 4 gates, and I was wearing a saga crew neck haha. Got a bit bloody on my chest and right arm, elbow was the worst of it.

Right leg near ankle, I have a decent one from where I went through a window and got cut with some broken glass, took about 10 stitches.

I think thats it, there used to be some small marks on my shins from those days I would go dirt jumping and try no footers with no shin pads tho.
 
I've got the ever so popular division symbol scars on my shoulder from arthroscopic surgery.
 
when i was 5 i tripped and hit my cheek on the edge of the cofee table, parents decided i didnt need stitches. now i have a wierd scar/dimple/indent thing on my cheek.
 
Surgeries.

For other scar stories find me and we'll drink a beer and I'll tell you about them if that's what you're into.
 
Got a little gash in my knee from falling on some lava rock on the dirtbike. Meniscus surgery scars. Dog bite on my thumb. A super soft and shiny scar on my shin from sliding into the shower door. Still don't know why it bled as much as it did. I'm lame.
 
This is from BAREFOOTIN: you original story, and a fantastic story:

In my early 20's I was living in Illinois and met a bartender (Chad) who

was originally from Baltimore, MD. He used to always tell tales of how

he used to bar tend at this club in Inner Harbor, Baltimore, and how he

won best bartender year after year blah blah blah. Supposedly this club

was the shit...it's where all of the pro athletes, the who's who, etc.

would go to party and he was fuckin king shit at the place. Partied with

this person and that person blah blah blah. Dude was an awesome

bartender and we became pretty good friends over the course of my

alcoholism, but I kind of always chalked his stories up as exaggerated

semi-bullshit. Hey, whatever, doesn't really hurt me any...or so I

thought.

Fast forward a year or two and I'm living in Philly. My roommate

and I decide to head down to Inner Harbor to gorge ourselves on fresh

sea food and then go get wrecked at some of the bars/clubs near the

harbor. After hearing all of Chad's stories, we obviously decide to go

check out the bar I'd heard so much about. We get there and the place is

definitely dope. No doubt that it's a fucking hot spot. Whether or not

he was king shit, I figured I'd never know....

We decided that the place was definitely worth our time and money,

so we go to the bar to order drinks. Bartender cards us, sees my

Illinois ID, and says, "Oh you're from Chicago? (If you live in IL,

you're automatically from Chicago as far as anyone on the east coast is

concerned.) Do you know Chad who used to work here?" Now I'm immediately

blown the fuck away. Never in a million years did I expect that to

happen. I proceed to tell him, "Yeah, Chad's my fuckin' boy from back

home. He's the reason we came to check this place out." Bartender tells

me, "That's awesome. How's he doing? Blah blah blah. Whatever you guys

want is on the house tonight."

Game on. This is at the peak of my alcoholism and if drinking were a

sport, I'd be the god damn MVP. I don't know how much we drank, but I

guarantee it was several hundred dollars worth of red bull vodkas and

jager bombs. After four hours of non-stopped abuse of my liver not only

are we fucking destroyed, but we're also all cracked out on red bull.

Unfortunately, it's closing time for the bars.

Considering we're all cracked out on rbv, going back to the hotel

sounded like a pretty lame idea. Time to call Chad. Apparently he wasn't

just bullshittin me this whole time, so maybe he knows what's up with

the after hours parties. Call him up and he gives us the name of a spot

to go check out. We catch a cab and tell him where we want to go. The

only problem is the fucking cabbie can't find the place. He pulls over

to ask a hooker for directions. Next thing I know, she's hopping in the

front seat of the cab as the cabbie tells us that she's going to show us

where it's at. Cool. Whatever. Just get us to the fucking party.

We drive around for a little bit, but still no luck. This bitch

starts talking about "Y'all owe me some money. Y'all gonna hafta pay

me." WOAH. HOLD THE FUCKING PHONES. I'm not paying you shit. He's

(cabbie) the one who told you to get in, and then I proceeded to tell

her what I thought of her choices in life and what she was doing for a

living standing on a corner. Apparently the truth hurts...the both of

us. I'm sitting behind the driver and she's in the passenger seat. Next

thing i know, the bitch turns around and shanks me in my right

brow/eyelid.

The cabbie slams on his breaks and she hops out of the car. My 6 ft

3, 265 pound roommate hops out of the car to grab the whore. She starts

yelling, "Help they rapin me" to a group of brothas on the corner. My

roommate can obviously see how this is going to turn out so he hops back

in the cab. Cabbie is telling us to get out so my buddy grabs him by

the neck and tells him to fucking drive....take us to the hospital. I

tell him that I'm fine and let's just go back to the hotel. He looks at

me and says, "Dude, I can see your eyeball through your eyelid. We're

going to the fucking hospital." Ok. Fine.

12 hours later and I'm all stitched up at the University

hospital....vision unaffected. And that's how I got stabbed in the eye

by a hooker.

 
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