Poll
Question:
How many real (1 inch or greater) scars do you have?
Option 1: None
votes: 6
Option 2: 1-2
votes: 19
Option 3: 3-4
votes: 6
Option 4: >5
votes: 6
Option 5: I'm a severe burn victim
votes: 1
I've got 4 large scars. one on my neck from surgery when i was little, one on the side of my knee from a venitian blind, and two on my left arm.
the ones on the left arm from 3rd degree burns from coffee from when i was a todler. one is on my forearm, and the other on my bicep. The two wounds actually fused to eachother when i got burned, and the flesh was torn when my dad seperated my arm in the moments after i got burned. as i grew the scars moved, so they don't line up anymore.
All over inside of hands (I was kinda "guitar first, calluses later" when I got into music). A couple on arms and knees from various accidents as a kid. One across my right eye that's faded and only shows up when I'm PO'd and blood rushes to my face.
I have one where I put a nail through my finger and another set where a cat bit me and put me in the hospital with infection, but I guess they don't count since they are less than an inch. 3-4 I guess.
None really.
I got a few scars.
None of them from enemy fire.
I stuck my left shoulder on a steel nail while breaching a door in southern lebanon.
In the same AO, I got a 6 inches long slash on the back of my right thigh while jumping over enemy barb-wire.
In Iraq, I broke my nose twice. Bleeding bad.
In the same AO, my Stryker got blown off, wheels under me flying off, and as I came back down I fucked up my elbow.
That was by far my worst injury ever.
I made a lot of missions while in pain thanks to that IED.
I could not take a day off because my Recon team could not afford to be one guy short.
I always meant to ask you, how big of an explosion can those Stryker's take? And what's the typical size of one of those IEDs?
I have 5+ scars. Most from sports related injuries/surgeries. Several from work.
Forehead. On my third birthday, my best friend hit me in the head with a toy that I wouldn't let him play with. It's covered by my hair.
Also, on various fingers, from knives, inflicted whilst cooking. None on my thumbs, though.
I don't think I have any larger than an inch.
Quote from: Razgovory on September 03, 2009, 08:58:04 PM
I always meant to ask you, how big of an explosion can those Stryker's take? And what's the typical size of one of those IEDs?
We got hit with diferent sizes IEDs.
The very first day we went outside the wire we got hit by an IED made of three 120mm mortar rounds linked together. We just kept going on, and then dismounted and back tracked the fuckers.
The one I was talking about was a deep buried IED, under the road, made of five 155mm artillery rounds linked together plus ammonia bundles made out of fertilizers.
It blew my Stryker in the air, with the two wheels under me flying out (I was in the rear left air-guard hatch), but the force of the blast was deflected by the shape of the Stryker's bottom.
3 or 4.
I use to have one that did most of my leg but I grew into it.
Have one about an inch long I got while drunk when I was like 20. Barely noticeable now though.
Three C-sections and four open, abdominal surgeries; one scar nine inches across. Several laparoscopies, so a few scars from those as well. I think that's it.
One. Some asshat removed the isolation from some parts of the engine from a boat. My leg made the nice 'steak on a grill' sound when I entered the engineroom
Have a 4" abdominal scar from a splenectomy operation when I was 13. That's about it.
none besides the tat. but lots of nicks and bumps.
Nicks and bumps don't count.
- A just over 1" scar on my right arm, from about at 11-12 years old, felloff a 2nd-story deck onto a pile of boards (the railing was being replaced...the boards were the old railings on the ground below). Was lucky not to be impaled by nails.
- 2" scar on the back of my left ankle. Was riding a BMX bicycle as a kid, took my feet off the pedals, pedals kept spinning, tried to put feet back on, toothed/serrated (for traction I guess) edge of pedal tore into ankle. I was a fat kid, and the doc said that was somewhat fortunate as there was just enough fat there to keep it from chewing out ligaments/muscle. :D
Ca. 3 inch scar on the left knee from when they screwed my knee cap back together.
Hey Syt, who's the babe?
I have more scars than I can count. I am really freakin klutzy.
Quote from: Korea on September 04, 2009, 12:19:01 AM
I have more scars than I can count. I am really freakin klutzy.
HOTT
Quote from: Siege on September 04, 2009, 12:19:31 AM
Quote from: Korea on September 04, 2009, 12:19:01 AM
I have more scars than I can count. I am really freakin klutzy.
HOTT
You're weird. Scars are so ugly. I wish I could get rid of all of mine.
Quote from: Siege on September 04, 2009, 12:14:57 AM
Hey Syt, who's the babe?
As said before, read the subtitles.
Ok, she is sweet, she ain't hot.
Quote from: Razgovory on September 04, 2009, 01:25:01 AM
Quote from: Siege on September 04, 2009, 12:45:45 AM
Ok, she is sweet, she ain't hot.
To old?
Nah, she smiles just like my wife.
You know, it is not a natural smile.
My wife smiles as long as she doesn't know there is a camera whithing 100 miles.
She is always smiling as long as I am talking to her, but the moment she sees a camera, she becomes serios.
Believe me, I do get really, REALLY, pissed off because of this character trait.
Two. One from having my appendix removed and one from bumping my head against a wall or a door or something - it's not visible though as it is underneath my hair.
A couple small scars on the back of the neck and on the right elbow for removing two moles, an inch-long one on my left index finger made while cooking.
Ah, an old burn on the back of my left calf caused by the muffler of a scooter. How... italian.
L.
One on my left elbow, that I got after falling down from a bike when I was 12. I was staying with my cousins, and my older cousin dared me to go down a flight of stairs thay had on their garden with our bikes. He managed to do it, I crashed hard. I also refused to get it stitched, so the scar is a bit messy looking, instead of a straight line..
3-4 two big ones on the elbows from falling of a friends shoulders as a kid, a few on wrists and forearms from smashing my fist through a window as a youngster.
V
I used to have a very pretty grid work scar all over my bum, well into my twenties, from burning myself as a little kid when I was drying off after a bath in front of a radiator.
The only big scar I have is the one from surgery. Something like 15 or so cm, starting above the belly button and going down to where the belly ends.
Chicks dig scars.
Some types of scars can be cool. Fellow kids used to think the scar over my eye was cool, so I cooked up all kinds of stories about how I got it.
The real reason: tripping when I was a toddler and coming millimeters away from gouging my eye out with an exposed nail from a sofa my parents' landlord refused to get rid of.
...Fifteen minutes later, I got to watch an entire sofa thrown out a third-story window. Guess there was some entertainment to be had from it, after all. :D
1, I stepped on a broken beer bottle in Lake Laguna on Stanford Campus.
but I have about 9 half inch scars from removed birth marks after being sun burned repeatedly while young in california.
Edit: I once convinced a girl they were bullet holes.
I've got a huge one on my leg, just ask Cal. :D
Quote from: Viking on September 04, 2009, 09:09:13 AM
1, I stepped on a broken beer bottle in Lake Laguna on Stanford Campus.
aka not really a lake
Quote from: Siege on September 04, 2009, 12:10:44 AM
Nicks and bumps don't count.
if you knew what a qualifier was, you would have seen that I used one. you fucking illiterate.
I've got three long scars on my chest for refusing to give Zorro the keys to the prison. :(
>5. Reasons are well known.
One on my forehead from when I was a kid and had a stiches there and one on my leg which just randomly appeared at some point in my teenage years when I scratched it rather deep and long.
Quote from: garbon on September 04, 2009, 09:58:14 AM
Quote from: Viking on September 04, 2009, 09:09:13 AM
1, I stepped on a broken beer bottle in Lake Laguna on Stanford Campus.
aka not really a lake
c'mon, it's called lake "lake" and has a boathouse...
Quote from: Viking on September 04, 2009, 02:02:01 PM
c'mon, it's called lake "lake" and has a boathouse...
Actually it is more like Lake "Little Lake" or Lake "Dearest Lake." Its name is not Lake Laguna. :P
Quote from: jimmy olsen on September 04, 2009, 09:48:02 AM
I've got a huge one on my leg, just ask Cal. :D
No, don't ask me. :bleeding:
I have 2-3 scars on my hands (yes, longer than an inch) from my dearly departed cat, who thought it was fun to claw the shit out of me. <_<
I was born with a hernia and I used to have an abdominal scar from when that was repaired, but I think it might have faded away by now... will have to check.
I also have a scar on the inside of my right forearm from some blood test thing with prongs I had done as a kid (to test for hemophilia, I think). It's like an inch and a half long and has two 'prong' marks.
I also suspect I have a > 1 inch scar from when my pilonidal cyst was repaired but I'll have to ask Princesca to check that one, since I don't have eyes in the back of my ass.
Your such a wuss. :D
Quote from: jimmy olsen on September 04, 2009, 02:09:22 PM
Quote from: Queequeg on September 04, 2009, 01:53:23 PM
>5. Reasons are well known.
Gang of 3rd graders?
:lol:
Surgery, being taken to with branch or something when I was 13.
Quote from: jimmy olsen on September 04, 2009, 02:12:10 PM
Your such a wuss. :D
I think it triggered my hemophobia or something. My hemophobia is so severe if people talk excessively about blood I can actually faint. :blush:
Quote from: Caliga on September 04, 2009, 02:14:33 PM
Quote from: jimmy olsen on September 04, 2009, 02:12:10 PM
Your such a wuss. :D
I think it triggered my hemophobia or something. My hemophobia is so severe if people talk excessively about blood I can actually faint. :blush:
interesting... :menace:
Quote from: Caliga on September 04, 2009, 02:14:33 PM
Quote from: jimmy olsen on September 04, 2009, 02:12:10 PM
Your such a wuss. :D
I think it triggered my hemophobia or something. My hemophobia is so severe if people talk excessively about blood I can actually faint. :blush:
What a great Legionaire you'd make. :rolleyes:
Quote from: Caliga on September 04, 2009, 02:14:33 PM
Quote from: jimmy olsen on September 04, 2009, 02:12:10 PM
Your such a wuss. :D
I think it triggered my hemophobia or something. My hemophobia is so severe if people talk excessively about blood I can actually faint. :blush:
What? You can't be serious, it's not that bad. It actually healed really well for a scar that large.
Quote from: jimmy olsen on September 04, 2009, 02:17:07 PM
What? You can't be serious, it's not that bad. It actually healed really well for a scar that large.
I was expanding on the hemophobia bit there. I didn't feel faint due to your leg.
Quote from: Syt on September 04, 2009, 02:16:28 PMWhat a great Legionaire you'd make. :rolleyes:
In the words of the immortal Johnny Cash, I'd "have to get tough or die" in that situation. :P
I guess I only have one scar that meets the criteria. It's on the inside of my wrist & could be misconstrued as a suicide attempt :lol:
The way I got it was almost as dumb. I was in college, leaving a hockey game where the local team won the game on a shootout, so we were full of alcohol *and* adrenaline. As I was walking through the exit in the stands, I reached up to high-five someone & a jagged piece of metal scraped off a thin swathe of skin (I'm guessing 2 layers). Took forever for that bitch to heal, and about a year more for the scar to fade.