October 6, 2011

• Skin Deep

  Well actually this post is quite literally about the skin, and more accurately about the scars we carry with us.

  Personally i’ve lived a pretty safe life thus far…or rather i should say, all the dangerous stuff i’ve done i’ve mostly gotten away with.
  But I have still managed to pick up a few scars on the way so I thought i’d share.

  First up lets start with my head:
  Now for some reason either life or I have got it in for the right hand side of my head, and i’ve managed to collect three pretty visible scars around my right eye.

  The first was done when I was quite young, and aparantly what happened was I dove out of the door of the 40ft caravan we lived in and went head first into a concrete block.
  Since I was young and have no memory of the details of my childhood (my memory just don’t work that way) I can’t say anymore on this, other than I appear to have survived

  

  Next we move a bit down to my right brow, where I received the hollow end of a metal tube used as a leg for a table to football game.
  This happened when I was walking up the stairs behind the person carrying said tube and he unwittingly turned at the wrong time.
  

  It really hurt and bled like crazy, but I was just so glad it wasn’t my eye, I really didn’t mind lol

  And finally for the head. We move to right next to my right eye. This one was a real doozey and happened similarly to the first when i was quite young, I was in the kitchen area of our caravan when a cupboard got thumped by accident, unfortunately this cupboard contained a vast assortment of various glass bottles which in turn were filled with all kinds of vinegars, sauces and oils.
  The impact smashed some of these and sent the rest tumbling out of the cupboard door…which was a good foot above my head, the resulting cascade of glass and bottles hit me directly in the face.

  

  All I remember from the event is my view turning into a waterfall of red with black dots in it, as i was hurried to the bathroom.

  But once again My eye was saved despite as the scar prooves a pretty damn close call.

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  Now lets move to the hands.
  Here I have two obvious scars both rock related, neither all that exciting :/

  First on my right hand is this scar just below my index finger knuckle, this was courtesy of a very sharp rock point left too close to the ramshackle door of a boat shelter my dad made.

  

  I was opening the door (which you had to lift to move) and my hand was just too close to the wall. The cut was deep and for the first time I saw sub-cutaneous fat, which looked like little white nodules (well thats what we guessed it to be) but the worst part was having to walk up the croft to get home while the field next door was being harvested, which combined with my already accelerated breathing to make me feel like i was hyper ventilating.

  The next is the dullest of all and is the result of falling onto a gravelly road.
  The wound had a big flap of skin sticking up and was pretty dirty, I still remember having to dip my hand in warm salty water to clean it…that REALLY stung.

  

  The most interesting thing about this one is first its shape, and second the tiny red dot thats under it, if i press that area the dot gets it’s blood back before the rest of the pressed area and it’s always there.

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  Now we move below the belt…stay calm ladies

  To start things off the knee,
  where I have my most mundane but also most upbeat scar
  
  This smile like slice was made by the razor share edge of a rusted van bumper, me and my bro used to quite often climb atop this particular van, but this day my knee didn’t quite make it.

  The cut was big and deep but nothing special.

  And now the grand prize of my gallery of gruesome gouges. -Warning may contain images of the inner thigh! -

  Here is perhaps the most dramatic looking yet utterly normal scar i’ll ever possess, so boring is the history of this that i’ve often tried to think of more entertaining ways to introduce it…but as yet haven’t settled on anything.
  
  This was the handy work of a doctor that was known for his slightly iffy eyesight, wether or not that had anything to do with it’s rather unsightly nature I’m not sure, but this was done to remove a mole that had begun to grow…aparently, the thing is though the mole was smaller than an inch so why i needed a four inch scar on my leg i’m not sure.

  But hey I don’t mind it, and as soon as i figure one out it’ll be a heck of a story hehe
  Anyhoo I was drugged for the opp and only recall the feeling of being stabbed with needles in the leg, which must have been the dulled sensation of the surgery.

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  Well thats all the even vaugely impressive scars i’ve got, but should anyone else be tempted to share a few war stories make sure you let me know with a Tag I’d certainly be interested to read em

  Also apologies for the creepyily pale skin, it’s mostly my cameras fault….i’m not a vampire

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