favorite scars...

[BlackThorn]

What's your favorite scar? What does it remind you of?

[JRLauer]

I have many scars to choose from, but my favorite one is my kidney transplant scar. That scar reminds me of the time when life began again for me, and I have never looked back.

[marew1]

The scar from my double lung transplant. It will always remind me of my thirteen year old female organ donor. God Bless her.

[Draga]

I think I haven't any accident scar, may be I have them all in my heart. But I made myself a scar in times of primary school. I remember after I read an interesting Chinese book, I tattooed myself a yin-yang symbol in the leg, It was a hard work cause I hadn't a tattoo machine, so, I just used ink and a needle. The tattoo looked great when finished, I have a great ability at that so I felt very happy with the result, BUT (yeah, it always comes the but element in this situations) every single gal and boy in the school started to get tattoos like this or even just drawing the thing in their skin. I was mad, I'm the kind of person that hates to have popular things, I have always loved to be unique and creative so... I removed the thing. How? Simple, I just scratched and removed that complete piece of skin from me. Nowadays you can't really realize of that scar because of the color of my skin, but I have it. When I look at that particular place I remember the happy days of my primary school and classmates, every adventure I had in those days. A nice scar indeed.

[LadyPain]

My favourite scar is the one I no longer have. It faded years ago.

I was riding a horse at a friend's place in another part of Canada and she had buggered off somewhere with the horse she was riding. I turned to look where she went and that was when the horse I was on decided to try and get me off the saddle. It went under a rope clothes line. I turned around just in time to catch the rope in the throat, just above the collar bones. I leaned way back in the saddle and ended up with a nasty scrape. We were not going to tell the folks what had happened, but when you look like you were at a lynching and survived, they want to know the truth. For years and years I had that scar across the base of my throat, a big, broad, light beige crescent. It faded. I haven't been on a horse since then, even though I would love to go riding again.

They told me that the horse liked that trick of knocking people off with the rope line, but I stayed on.

I've got some other goodies, like the index finger on my left hand. There's a white scar across the knuckle where I sunk a hatchet into my finger on Christmas morning when I was 12. I was splitting kindling. Folks never took me to the hospital because they figured I didn't need stitches. Come on, I sunk that baby into the bone and broke my finger doing it. I think about it every time I look at the scar. They just didn't want to wait in the ER on Christmas morning when they would have rather been opening the presents. So, I have a scar.

I could go on. I'm enough of a klutz that I have gotten some goodies, but of course, I learned how to make things heal without scars or I'd have a whopper from a Terminator-style cut I did on my thumb last summer. Hooked a knife into my thumb as I was both turning something with that hand and turning the knife with the other. Cut about half way around my thumb and it was deep. Took a lot of Steri-strips to keep it closed but it healed well, at least.

Oh man, I could go on and on here. Professional klutz.

[Cowboy]

Cut my hand pretty bad a while back and had to have 7 hours of surgery. Done by the same folks that did the hand transplant and about the same time. Pretty memorable and the scar kind of looks like a stick man running with no head.

[Theregulator]

I have a scar on my abdomen which has been opened four times. Twice to save my life after ectopic pregnancies. I guess it symbolises painful times but they are part of my life story and significant events which have made me strong and taught me how to embrace happiness.
I am hoping for a scar where they removed my wisdom tooth on friday because its infected and it bl**dy hurts like crazy even with the co codamol.

[Emdee]

I only have two tiny scars, one on the elbow when I failed to jump off a pavement with my kick scooter, and one on my knee that I got when I raced my brother to the neighbours mailbox.

I've got two other scars as my favourites though:
My oldest brother has got a scar on his wrist since he accidently cut himself with a half-opened can of tuna. That scar makes me smile, because my brother told the story of how he got it very good. Made me fall on the floor laughing (now, i'm not cruel, he tried and succeded to be funny. He's a wonderful brother.) We're both lefthanded, and none of us can open a can. ;)

The other scar is Harry Potters lightning-shaped one. I grew up with Harry Potter and have made lots of friends through fansites. I went queueing for the last book in the series too, and it was a very memorable night.

[Maddie]

well I have an array of scars on my upper left arm from a car crash, one is a long a jagged tear, kind of reminds me of one of the classic Frankenstein scars or something, like railroad trackish, lol, but it was from where I was pinned in the car and the door had crushed in,actually took up the whole driver seat, I was a lucky girl.

[catnoel]

I have a small scar on my left wrist Looks like I tried to take myself out.:eek2: I was sledding a$$ over teakettle and cut myself on a peice of ice. That was one hell of a ride!!! We had a slight thaw and then a freeze. It was just like the Olymics to me!!! I was 6

[jenboxer77]

I have a weird scar on the very middle of my bottom lip. It is dark grey in color, but most lipstick covers it well. My friend said one day, "I have a bad cold sore!" I said, "I've NEVER had a cold sore in my whole life!" You can only guess what happened next. The next day I had three, not one, not two, but THREE cold sores in a row on my bottom lip. They were so big and painful that they left a scar. It is a constant reminder everytime I look in the mirror to never say NEVER!! All through school classmates would point at my lip and say," You have a pencil mark on your lip!" I would say, "No, it's a scar."

And I have a 13 inch scar on my left thigh that is mostly faded now. My friends and I were hanging out on the back porch of the local condemed house. The porch had a huge hole in it from rot. A bee came at me and I tried to get away from it and stepped on the edge of the hole and it broke and scratched my leg all the way up! It hurt pretty badly, but no stitches or anything. I told my mother I fell in the sticker bushes!

[jamconsulting]

My favorite scars are the matching pair on my wrists. Kind of looks like I tried to do myself in the right way a couple times. I must admit it was a very difficult recovery having both hands in bandages for several weeks. :blush:
Bilateral carpal tunnel surgery is done with a vertical slash from mid wrist to the center of the hand and they did both hand within a 4 week period. The slash follows the aging line. These scars are still visible even after several years.:smile2:

[Natjen26]

I have a scar on my right knee. It's round and about half an inch in diameter. It's the first scar I remember getting. I have a scar on my head from falling out of my crib, but the one on my knee is the first one I truly remember.

Like russian tattoos my scars tell the story of my life. I could tell you funny stories and sad stories.

[BlueCeleste]

Can you have a favorite scar? I don't know about that, they all sorta remind me of bad times, I've got a burn scar on my thigh, hot oil thrown at me. It's starting to fade a little and I hope one day it will go away. I have a scar of when I cut myself, just that one time when I felt so horrible that I thought I would explode, those days have passed and I look at it and think to myself how stupid I was to let a lover get to me.
Thankfully some scars have faded, like when I got stabbed with a pencil, when someone cut me on my back and when I fell off a bike. Now some scars can heal and fade, it's the one's inside and so hard to ride of.

[Blue Delirium]

I jumped a quarterhorse over a hay bailer when i was twelve. The horse went over fine, I however, landed in a bois d' arc shrub. My stepmom picked thorns out of my back for over an hour after that.
So I got prickly little scars on my back from that.
Can you say redneck? I thought you could.

[BlackThorn]

The scar from my double lung transplant. It will always remind me of my thirteen year old female organ donor. God Bless her.

Cheers bro.

[Bryan James]

The Half-Thai, Half N.C. hickslang-woman that was my almost-fiance had a goofy kid. I loved them both. That little 12-year-old-booger accidentally called me "Dad" all the time, then had the audacity to ask me, the guy he made magic potions with (some household products should not be combined, by the way) and had a pretty insane chocolate pudding fight with, "is it ok if I love you?"

The relationship ended fast with the mother. I only miss the kid.

That's a scar.

BJS



Padma Lakshmi has my favorite scar. A few other favorites, too.

[Ubasti]

I have one that runs from the top of my head to the base of my neck from two brain surgeries to remove tumors and a small one on my wrist where the metal of a watch band was eating in to my arm and caused an infection. Those two are probably my favorites but there are others.

[Maddie]

I think I haven't any accident scar, may be I have them all in my heart. But I made myself a scar in times of primary school. I remember after I read an interesting Chinese book, I tattooed myself a yin-yang symbol in the leg, It was a hard work cause I hadn't a tattoo machine, so, I just used ink and a needle. The tattoo looked great when finished, I have a great ability at that so I felt very happy with the result, BUT (yeah, it always comes the but element in this situations) every single gal and boy in the school started to get tattoos like this or even just drawing the thing in their skin. I was mad, I'm the kind of person that hates to have popular things, I have always loved to be unique and creative so... I removed the thing. How? Simple, I just scratched and removed that complete piece of skin from me. Nowadays you can't really realize of that scar because of the color of my skin, but I have it. When I look at that particular place I remember the happy days of my primary school and classmates, every adventure I had in those days. A nice scar indeed.


whew, youre bringin me back some memories of craziness. Now, only one of mine scarred.... thanks God! but I did several of my own without ink, just a needle, for cool scabs and hopes for a scar. one that did is the Van Halen VH symbol on my leg. I did that very perfectly btw considering I did it upside down, lol. The ones that didnt scar but for a short while were Def Leppard's crafty emblem on my hand (ouch!) and O-z-z-y across my four fingers... about 5 times. Disturbing, isnt it? :biggrin2:

[erika25]

My favorite scar is my by-pass surgery scar. I got it when I was 2 months old but it's just a reminder as to why I am alive.

[PatInTheHat]

The one on my upper lip, where Shelly, the first girl I ever kissed, threw a plunger (no, not a toilet one, it was one of them little ones:glare:) at my punkin' head for going to all trouble, and hit me right smack in the kisser, knocked out a tooth and split my lip in two:oh:...been kissin' them there girls ever since:blush:!
(Oh a stopped up sink can be soooo sssssmokin'!:love:)

[Patricia A]

My favorite scar is the one across the bridge of my nose that I acquired at about age 8.
It reminds me not to sneak up on sleeping German Sheppards. :oh:

[Solar-Pavlova]

I have one really memorable one, I too had an accident with my hand/wrist.

Its in the shape of an 'S' but the bottom goes straight down at the end and near the top there are almost two near opposite diagonal lines that go across the palm of my hand to my wrist, only 5 hrs surgery.

Courtesy of a glass window, internal was much worse than external, still pretty bad though.

[Prince of Darkness]

Hi,

My favourite scars are those on my hands, elbows, knees, and my chest. I got them two years ago skateboarding down a steep hill.

I was leaning backwards too much and had to make a decision: fall and break my back, or jump.

I jumped.

I skid about seven metres. :biggrin2:

Aahh, good times, ey? :down:

Long days and pleasant nights

[arista]

I have scar on my abdomen. It saved my life and my son's. Do I like it? No, but everytime I look at it, I am thankful that it saved my life.

[Bev Vincent]

I have a scar that looks like a pair of lips on my inner forearm. It was caused by...a pair of "lips," sort of -- a stingray's maw. In the vernacular, it is known as a stingray hickey! Reminds me of the dive trip where I acquired it, when I learned that it really is possible to swear with a SCUBA regulator in your mouth at 25' below the surface.

[Sundrop]

I have a tiny blue scar in the palm of my hand where my uncle shot me with a BB gun loaded with a huckleberry. I was 9 and he was 11, and we were playing cops and robbers---yeah, I always had to be the robber. Well, when he said "stick 'em up" I put my hand over the barrel of the gun and said "you won't shoot me". Well, he shot me! LOL :)

[Roseasharn]

I have maybe three scars on my whole body. I've made a lifetime habit of avoiding pain. But there is a scar on the edge of my forehead that goes into my hairline. It looks a bit like a cresent moon.
I got it when I was 3. I was dancing In the kitchen and not paying attention to where I was going. I ran into the corner of a cabinet and somehow opened up my head.
I'd like to say that I pay more attention to my surroundings when I am dancing than I did when I was three, but I would be lying. I've just been lucky the last 24 years.

[PatInTheHat]

I have maybe three scars on my whole body. I've made a lifetime habit of avoiding pain. But there is a scar on the edge of my forehead that goes into my hairline. It looks a bit like a cresent moon.

We've the start of a club, we could call it The Fingernail Moon Over Skulls Society.
I have a perfect crescent moon from the top of my forehead to my rapidly advancing hairline...it used to be a half, now it's more say, a three quarter crescent moon:laugh:.
I got cracked like a cue ball, by the end of a steel pipe with a very sharp edge, and it punched clean through to bone like a biscuit cutter.
Holy smoke, when it started to bleedin', it sure didn't monkey around!
Nothing for a minute, then whooosh...very impressive leakage of important life sustaining bodily fluids is what I'm sayin:oh:!
(yeah yeah yeah, I know, head wounds look like they bleed more than the actually do...well I rung out the front of my t-shirt, so I'm rather convinced it's because they do, but perhaps I'm skewered)
Gee whiz, I looked like Carrie on prom night and that's not an understatement, talk about lookin' through rose colored glasses:geek:.
It isn't really all that flashy unless I get a big tan, then it shines like an outhouse door in the moonlight, that seems to cry out:
Please Whack Me...:arrow: HERE!!!

(that's two scars down...wonder how many pages this thread'll go...got plenty of material, they might not be whatcha' might call "favorites", but they're all mine...speaking of being skewered..........:biggrin2:)

[Anton177]

I have a pretty big scar. It runs for about an inch or two above my belly button. When I was three months old my trachea was far too small so everytime I had a meal I threw it up straight after. They had to slice me up and widen it so I didn't die, basically. Kind of makes me feel like I wasn't meant to be, since my mother also had to endure a cesarean for me.

I also have one on my left eye socket from when I was taking off my guitar. My arm got caught in the strap and I pulled and the horn sucker punched me right on the eye brow. I don't think I have ever screamed "bastard" that loud in my life.

[Roseasharn]

BTW, to everyone posting about an organ transplant scar, thank you. You and people with similar stories are the reason that my husband and I have made it clear to everyone in our lives that in the event something happens to any of our little family, including the baby, we want to be organ donors. To hear of someone getting another chance at life because of organ donation just confirms this decision for me. It's a good thing this is the internet, because in person I would probably hug you all. :)

[LadyPain]

I've got another goodie. It's not visible on the skin, but if I bend over forward, you can see the damage to my spine. When I was in ninth grade, the gym teacher (inept as hell - ended up being made the sewing teacher) had us all doing gymnastics. The spotter she assigned to me hit the backs of my ankles when I was doing a hand stand and I went down hard on my back. I was in my 'won't go to the doctor' phase because the folks still insisted on coming in with me and I thought that was NOT cool, so I didn't go to the doc. I hurt for a year and a half. At a later point, my doctor saw my back and asked what happened. I have scarred bones. He figured I cracked five vertebrae.

I had people in school calling me Rambo because I walked with my back ramrod straight. They didn't know I was in horrible pain.

[PatInTheHat]

I have a pretty big scar. It runs for about an inch or two above my belly button. When I was three months old my trachea was far too small so everytime I had a meal I threw it up straight after. They had to slice me up and widen it so I didn't die, basically. Kind of makes me feel like I wasn't meant to be, since my mother also had to endure a cesarean for me.



Sounds to me like a whole bunch o' sure fire proof, that "to be", is exactly what you were meant to be:y::):y:!
"To be or not to be...hell, you is, so there ain't no question.
To be...just is:smile2:!
You be happenin'...how cool is that:wink2:?!

[Damaris]

The scar that taught me the most: A couple years ago a very small part of my hand was cut off at work. It was first thing in the morning, I wasn't paying as much attention as I should have been, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in my hand and blood running down metal. It bled like crazy but wasn't incapacitatingly painful and I was "the boss" that day so I waited until my lunch break to go for stitches. But the clinic I went to refused to stitch me up and I didn't have time to go to a hospital (rural area) so I just went back to work. I had to re-wrap my hand every couple hours because the blood soaked through in no time but it slowed down that evening and all but quit during the night. By then I had decided to forego the hospital visit (which would probably have eaten a month's pay). Every day I wrapped it up and went to work, washed and re-wrapped it at lunch, and repeated the action when I got home. In three weeks it had closed. Another few weeks and it barely bothered me anymore. So I have an interesting scar on my hand that only hurts occasionally when something presses on it directly. It's a good reason to remember to pay attention at work. And a reminder of what we sometimes unthinkingly sacrifice, mostly in the name of money.

The scar that was the most fun making: About a decade ago, on a canoe trip down a local river with my brother, we ran into a tree (neither of us had experience canoeing, in case you couldn't tell). The tree had fallen into the river earlier that spring and still had its leaves. We scraped through part of the branches while extracting ourselves, not realizing the tree was covered in thorns until one caught me just inside the inner elbow and a three-inch tear toward my wrist appeared. Luckily it wasn't very deep and didn't bleed a lot, we made it the rest of the way without major ado, and I still have a cool lightning-shaped scar on my arm. And it was still a fun trip. :y:

[~Ally~]

Jeez I'm feeling kinda left out here, no scars for me:eyebrow:...still, interesting to read all your stories, especially regarding the transplant scars.

[AndyDufresne]

I have only two scars.
The first one (or the least interesting :)) is the one on my stomach. I sort of slipped out of a tree (not that high, about a feet or so) and while I tried to retain my grip I slid out of the tree, and a thorn or something just moved along my stomach. It bled, of course. I think the teacher I went to just didn't take the proper precaution, because it didn't look that bad. It just never closed up properly. It's about three inches long, and looks more impressive than the story behind it is.
The other one is on my head. When I was a couple of months old, it turned out the fontanelles (the soft spots on a baby's head to allow them fit through the birth canal) on my head wouldn't open up the way they're supposed to. So, they were adjusted surgically. It left me with a scar that goes from one ear over the top of my head to the other ear. Now you can't see it when there's hair over it (unless it doesn't fall over it correctly), but because of that I can't shave my head or something like that. It does bothered me, though, and still does sometimes. The problem is I can't see it without the aid of two mirrors, so I don't really know if it's visible at all. But hey, you can't have everything.

[LadyPain]

I have only two scars.
The first one (or the least interesting :)) is the one on my stomach. I sort of slipped out of a tree (not that high, about a feet or so) and while I tried to retain my grip I slid out of the tree, and a thorn or something just moved along my stomach. It bled, of course. I think the teacher I went to just didn't take the proper precaution, because it didn't look that bad. It just never closed up properly. It's about three inches long, and looks more impressive than the story behind it is.
The other one is on my head. When I was a couple of months old, it turned out the fontanelles (the soft spots on a baby's head to allow them fit through the birth canal) on my head wouldn't open up the way they're supposed to. So, they were adjusted surgically. It left me with a scar that goes from one ear over the top of my head to the other ear. Now you can't see it when there's hair over it (unless it doesn't fall over it correctly), but because of that I can't shave my head or something like that. It does bothered me, though, and still does sometimes. The problem is I can't see it without the aid of two mirrors, so I don't really know if it's visible at all. But hey, you can't have everything.

You know, I have seen people with some incredible scars wrapping around their skulls and I see them as incredible survivors. That is my reaction to a scar on the skull. I used to have a friend with wild scars wrapping around his head that was no longer perfectly shaped. He was okay with them, because he wasn't supposed to live after the car wreck. They are a mark of survival.

[Autumnlyn]

I have many scars...I am a wee-bit clumsy :)

My favorite though is on my upper thigh. I call it my "Brad Pitt Kiss Scar". Had to have a mole removed and the doctor put pretty loose stitches in. Now the scar from it looks exactly like the 'kiss' chemical burn Brad Pitt gave Edward Norton in Fight Club.

[themadone06]

My favorite scar... I have a lot of them... is going down my right shin. I wreck my four wheeler when I was 15. I wasn't paying attention and was playing a joke on my friend at the same time, and I forgot my surroundings. I raced over a deep creek going about 45 miles per hour and slammed into the opposite bank. I did a 180 flip and landed on the other side on my back. After a minute of debilitating pain and the inability to breath I got my wind back and thought I was fine. I didn't notice that I had broken my femur when I was ejected from the quad. For those that don't know it is your upper leg bone, the biggest in your body. I had also cut my right shin done to the bone and into the calf muscle.

However, I sat up my friend came to check on me and we were laughing. I knew I was in deep trouble cause the quad was trashed, but who doesn't get in trouble when they are 15? I started to get up I put weight on my left leg and my femur snapped to the side and I went down in a crumpled mess. It didn't really hurt, but the sound almost made me sick. I laid there and he went and call an EMT and got his mom.

When she got out there she was rolling up my pant legs and was covering me up in blankets thinking I was going into shock. I'm a tough boy... no shock for me. She noticed this huge gash on my leg. My mom told me at the hospital they could see the bone and the calf muscle was separated from the shin in some places. I guess when I flipped off the quad my leg crashed in to the throttle box and the brakes on the handlebar. I had to have 15 stitches put inside my leg to reattach the muscle, and 20 stitches outside to close the wound. At first the scar was a deep purple and the whole front of my leg was numb. Now I have a long white scar about 3 inches from the bottom of my leg that is nine inches long. I can still see the spots where the stitches went in, and it is still alittle purple in some spots and looks a little weird. Also it is still numb on the scar and I can still feel the calf muscle is still seperated... it is a little weird.

Well that was my big accident in my life.... sorry if it grossed anyone out. I spent two day in the hospital to get the femur put back in place. I had about 2 weeks of jaundice and eating small meals because my insides were so bruised. The cast came off in 6 weeks and I had 2 months of physical therapy, and I had a limp for about another 3 months. I broke the femur in November and I played football the next fall. It is all something some morphine and plenty of vicodine could not fix ;)

[wally wonder]

lots of scars. ashamed of them all. not a one i like. not a one i wish i hadn't had to endure. skin that is not marked in some way is unfathomable to me. a wonder of the world. thank god for the internet.

[jussupoff]

My favorite scars are made by the beak of my beloved and now deceased cockatoo Tango. Especially one on my left index finger. I love the scars because every time I see them or touch them they remind me that he was real and they make me remember him forever.

[phidgt]

I have a pretty good one on my abdomen. It's about six inches long; thin at the top but gets to about a half an inch wide towards the bottom. For some reason, I have never been self conscience about it. I've never given up on wearing cropped tops or little bikinis.

There are always people who like to point things out and ask you where you got such a huge scar. I like to tell these folks that I grew up on the South side of Chicago (true) and got knifed in a gang fight (not true).

When I was 21 I had surgery to remove my gall bladder. The knifing story is more fun.