Pesky Persian
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I was reading through this thread thinking of all the times I've gotten hurt and came to realize that I have relatively few scars and many of them are pretty small.
Two on my right hand/wrist from where a stray cat bit me. It ran out in front of my mom's van and she accidentally hit it. We were taking it to my aunt's house where we could look it over and either put it down or take it to the vet depending on its injuries. I was holding it and got too comfortable so when it came out of shock, it bit me.
A few small ones on the inside of my right elbow, also from a cat bite. My cousin's cat got cornered by a few dogs. Him biting me from being so scared was worth him not getting hurt, though.
One relatively large one on my left leg from where my brother accidentally pushed me off our old pool deck. Four small, shiny ones on my left foot from the beach in Costa Rica where I got pushed into a few rocks.
I've got several small ones on and around both of my knees from when I was about eleven or twelve. I was riding my bike down a hill and my cousin's dog ran in front of my bike. The dog was fine, but I had a lot of cuts and bruises, the worst of which was tearing all the skin off of one of my palms. It's not really a "scar" per se, but one of my palms is slightly deeper than the other now, but not by much.
And finally, one above my belly button from my old navel piercing. Never had any problems with the silly thing until I switched out the barbell to something different. I guess my body didn't like the metal much because it migrated out. I still want to get it redone, but I'm waiting for the scarring to fade a bit.
I'm really clumsy and I fall down and hurt myself quite a bit. Surprisingly, I've never broken a bone and the the only time I've ever had to have stitches was one time when I was really young, but I don't have any scars from it. The closest I've ever been to breaking a bone was spraining my elbow when my brother pushed me into a kitchen counter. My left elbow still pops every single time I bend it even though it happened when I was around ten and my pediatrician at the time said it would go away, but it never did. You can feel and see it moving too, which most people find kind of gross.
Two on my right hand/wrist from where a stray cat bit me. It ran out in front of my mom's van and she accidentally hit it. We were taking it to my aunt's house where we could look it over and either put it down or take it to the vet depending on its injuries. I was holding it and got too comfortable so when it came out of shock, it bit me.
A few small ones on the inside of my right elbow, also from a cat bite. My cousin's cat got cornered by a few dogs. Him biting me from being so scared was worth him not getting hurt, though.
One relatively large one on my left leg from where my brother accidentally pushed me off our old pool deck. Four small, shiny ones on my left foot from the beach in Costa Rica where I got pushed into a few rocks.
I've got several small ones on and around both of my knees from when I was about eleven or twelve. I was riding my bike down a hill and my cousin's dog ran in front of my bike. The dog was fine, but I had a lot of cuts and bruises, the worst of which was tearing all the skin off of one of my palms. It's not really a "scar" per se, but one of my palms is slightly deeper than the other now, but not by much.
And finally, one above my belly button from my old navel piercing. Never had any problems with the silly thing until I switched out the barbell to something different. I guess my body didn't like the metal much because it migrated out. I still want to get it redone, but I'm waiting for the scarring to fade a bit.
I'm really clumsy and I fall down and hurt myself quite a bit. Surprisingly, I've never broken a bone and the the only time I've ever had to have stitches was one time when I was really young, but I don't have any scars from it. The closest I've ever been to breaking a bone was spraining my elbow when my brother pushed me into a kitchen counter. My left elbow still pops every single time I bend it even though it happened when I was around ten and my pediatrician at the time said it would go away, but it never did. You can feel and see it moving too, which most people find kind of gross.
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