I am the Queen of Scars... I swear my brain leaked out at some point in my childhood..
I am so accident prone, it's not even funny... Ok well it is when I look back and think... What the heck was I thinking
Scars on my left cheek since I was 4... Bit by a dog.. the one under my eye gets freckles every summer... Had lots of stitches inside and out of my cheek..
Scar on my right thumb, *dont try this at home* 14, running from cops, jumped over fence, caught skin, yanked, kept running and bleeding all the way home.. ::cop:
Scar down my left arm, a good 6 inches long, cleaning out the freshly trimmed bushes, grabbed a stick and scratched the underside of my arm..
Scars on left knee, 4 little Xs from knee surgery..
Scar on right side forehead.. BFF hit me with a metal bucket because I was playing with a neighbor instead of her.. 7 stitches..
Scar on my right forearm.. 6 stitches, cut myself on a tunafish can lid.. totally true story...
Scar on the top of my head.. Brick landed on my head and split it open.. Next time remind me not to hide behind an old brick wall.. Way too many stitches to count..
Scar on the back of my head.. Fell off the swing backwards onto a cement patio.. Needed stitches twice for that one.. 1st ones didnt heal right..
Scar on my head, 5 stitches, fell off the bunkbed in my brother's room and landed on his nightstand..
Scars.. countless.. hands and arms from Various cats, prior to having them declawed..
Oh and my MOM has ALL the medical bills to prove it.. The DR called me Tiger who treated my face.. and the Nurses all knew me by 1st name..
At least we all know, what doesn't Kill us, makes us stronger!!!