not much..
All four wisdom teeth pulled about 5 months ago.

Four years ago my big toenail got caught by the bottom of a door and almost completely ripped off.
I was on vacation at the beach at the time, and had to go to a doctor to detach it from the rest of my toe. I now have an irrational fear of my finger/toenails getting hurt or ripped off.
And the worst part is, the doctor gave me the severed nail in a specimen container and I think I might have accidentally left it at the beach house.

Ooh, and a friend of mine's father had his toes run over by a train somehow when he was young and had to have them all amputated.
( trintrin has jam for blood, Thu 1 Jun 2006, 19:55, Reply)

This should really be a photo challenge
We want photos, freaks!

I have parts of my teeth missing due to stripping wire, but that's not a very interesting story
( Peregr1n @peregr1n, Thu 1 Jun 2006, 19:50, Reply)

I've had four teeth taken out
(they weren't rotten - they were too big to all fit in my jaw). I still have them. I want to have them made into a necklace, but I've yet to find a skilled enough jeweller.

I am tonsil-less, but I do have an extra nipple.
( Bob Todd whee, Thu 1 Jun 2006, 19:38, Reply)

So far I've lost
three wisdom teeth, one knuckle and some hair.

Not very interesting but true.

The other wisdom tooth is still there -
the third was removed to plate a fractured jaw.

Perhaps next time we could have a
"What extra bits have been added to your body?" QOTW.

I have a titanium plate with four screws holding my jaw together.
( finnbar has officially retired, Thu 1 Jun 2006, 19:37, Reply)

My sister met a bloke who was missing an arm
It was actually from a motorbike accident, but he liked to tell people it was a botched manicure.
(Pachey, Thu 1 Jun 2006, 19:37, Reply)

heart beat
it always makes me laugh at school when
they ask you to find your pulse and theres
always some retard who can't find
there pulse so says " i haven't got one"

its usually me.
(torture bunny lives under the kitchen sink, Thu 1 Jun 2006, 19:34, Reply)

I had my wisdom teeth out a few years ago
One of my stitches came out in Burger King and I spat it into a napkin.

Pure class, me.
(Pachey, Thu 1 Jun 2006, 19:29, Reply)

Toes
About 3 or 4 years ago I had the worst infected toenails ever. The toenails were ingrown, and subsequentely I couldn't even wear proper shoes. Just sandals. In the middle of fecking November. All the kids at school laugh. Every day. For 2 weeks. Then one of my supposed-friends stamps on it.
So, in a pus-filled, bloody, agonisingly painful explosion, my toe disintegrates and down I go.
Had to go to the chiropodist, needles, 4 on each big toe, all in the sore-as-Hell infected bit. Which was slightly painful. Under the toenail, too. Then the toenail gets cut off. I have to walk home (bastards didn't give me a taxi ride) with anaesthetised feet.
Back to school and another month of sandals. And mockery. Constant mockery.
So, not only my toenails there, but a hefty chunk of my dignity.
(Gat Bandish I've got wood in my soul, Thu 1 Jun 2006, 19:24, Reply)

I lost
my heart to a Starship Trooper.

Sorry, thought I'd get rid of that one.
( mr_wicksy is.... old., Thu 1 Jun 2006, 19:20, Reply)

I'm an enthusiastic cyclist
(though you wouldn't think it to look at me). I lost the fingertip on my right index finger. I'd recently fitted a spangly new front disc brake, and had gone out on a ride, during which it started rubbing. Whilst trying to fix it, i spun the wheel to listen for rubbing (as you do) and caught my fingertip in the disc rotor. I had the usual gap between realising what i'd done and it actually hurting. It cut the tip off nearly down to the bone, and never fully grew back, so my right index finger is probably a mm shorter than my left. It also feels flatter and peels sometimes, it's very weird.
( mr_wicksy is.... old., Thu 1 Jun 2006, 19:18, Reply)

My brother had his nose cut off....
How does he smell i hear you ask?
(androoh, Thu 1 Jun 2006, 19:18, Reply)

I have three bollocks!
That got your attention, but seriously this was what I thought for several months at about the age of 15.

Eventually I plucked up the courage and got my mum to take me to the Doctor who was very sympathetic and explaned carefully and quite tactfully that I didn't actually have 3 bollocks (or cancer - my other worry) and it was in fact a cyst ( a sort of water filled sack of nothing)

Anyway I went to hospital and after many scans etc they decided to remove it. General anaesthetic job etc.

The first thing my Dad says when I wake up is:
'something went wrong'
before explaining that the thing was actually a giant bitch of a hernia, meaning I now have a scar on my scrote (I can't find it anymore though) and what appears to be an appendectomy performed by a blind mong just inside the pube area of my lower belly.

sincere appologies for length but at least you don't have three balls.
( WormuIus, Thu 1 Jun 2006, 19:17, Reply)

ow, twunt
a friend and his dad went fishing. They got all the stuff out of the boot, and dad slammed it shut. On my friend's thumb.

The last half-inch was hanging off, and his dad, in a moment of 'clarity', ripped it off, ran away, then threw it in the river.

We will never know why.
(niceandwarmandhot vive la résistance, Thu 1 Jun 2006, 19:05, Reply)

A chunk of my left kneecap
Broke off in a sport related incident in school (though I wasn't even involved in the sport since I'd forgotten my PE kit). I was messing around with a football and someone decided it would be fun to try a sliding tackle. My leg bent backwards with an almighty crunching sound and I end up with torn cartiladge and a chipped kneecap. Unfortunately, this didn't show up on the x-ray and therefore wasn't removed. So here's the semi-confession: It's not missing as such. It's still in there floating around, and quite frequently gets stuck in the joint meaning I can't straighten my leg properly. Occasionally this happens while I am in motion causing me to mis-step and fall flat on my face.

How I love the human body.
( shovelboy This is bad - Two minutes to Belgium, Thu 1 Jun 2006, 19:05, Reply)

My neighbour
decided it would be a good idea to operate a band-saw after half a pint of whisky. It's amazing how loud a drunk person can scream when they're cut off the end of their finger.
( Gilgamesh gazed in wonder as Frampton came alive, Thu 1 Jun 2006, 19:05, Reply)

Such a needles war...
I got my dick shot off in 'Nam.

Birming'Nam that is.
(God_of_the_mind, Thu 1 Jun 2006, 19:03, Reply)

knuckle
just like the guy below, i'm missing a knuckle but its the one on my ring finger on my right hand.
nothing happened to it (that i know of) it just doesnt seem to exist. my fingers still work and all. it does confer on me the special ability to pick things up though i've noticed some other people also seem to have this gift despite having a full complement of joints.
i'll try and get a picture together.
(unciebana It's good, but it's not right., Thu 1 Jun 2006, 18:55, Reply)

I left my heart
in San Fransico.

hey, somone had to say it.
(Human, Thu 1 Jun 2006, 18:52, Reply)

My ankles
I have no bone-type item on my inner ankles. For want of a better explanation, instead of a bump, i have a dip.

I think I left them behind the settee when I was 3.
(Mogg Questioned her own sanity on, Thu 1 Jun 2006, 18:51, Reply)

Fingernails on my right hand
Back at primary school, there were no urinals in the boys loos for some reason. We had to queue up and wait.*

Anyway, the boy in front goes into a cubicle, I lean nonchalantly on the door frame waiting my turn, and he shuts the door.

Crushing my fingers in the hinge. Doctor had to drill at the base of each nail to relieve the pressure and a few hours later each nail sort of fell off. Luckily they grew back about a week later, or I'd be like Beadle and Anthony Head.

The school reacted to my idiocy by installing little wooden blocks in each cubicle, making it impossible to shut the door. Christ knows how many more that traumatised.




*probably so we knew what it was like for women everywhere. It was that sort of school
( chthonic, Thu 1 Jun 2006, 18:50, Reply)

Not missing, more rearranged....
I have the freakiest right hand. No, really....

It looks normal but due to various arguments with static objects i now have a hand of much intrgue.

I can wiggle my fingers and have a strange bump dance on the back of my hand (think of when something crawls under someones skin in the movies). I can freely dislocate a number of mu knuckles and a i can pop my thumb out of the place.

It's my shaking hands hand too. A fair few interviews have gone south due to that bad boy.

Sorry it was dull, at least it wasn;t long.
[mod edit: we want photos]
( The Pollitt chooses to listen to Enya on, Thu 1 Jun 2006, 18:50, Reply)

I once lost a fingernail
by slamming it in a car door. It was in secondary school and got me out of playing rugby every week for two months.

Instead of excusing me from games, they made me run circuits round the pitches for the entire length of training.

Bastards.
( Fudgebags will wear you like a glove, Thu 1 Jun 2006, 18:49, Reply)

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(mr ruffles, Thu 1 Jun 2006, 18:46, Reply)

I've lost the 4th knuckle on my right hand
after an argument took a violent turn:


( PMGT -Bacon., Thu 1 Jun 2006, 18:46, Reply)

I am
.. Just about to have a lobotomy, I'll let you know how it goes in a little while.
(mr ruffles, Thu 1 Jun 2006, 18:46, Reply)

I lost my sanity/marbles/mind
First of many of these replies i'm sure.

As for a real reply, the drummer in my band had no ankle bone. It's just flat and really rather disconcerting to look at.
(Viscous Fridge Magnet Used To Be A Cha-Cha, Thu 1 Jun 2006, 18:40, Reply)

Toenail
Well...I don't have a big toenail on my left big toe anymore.
Why?
It became ingrown and infected. It was ingrown for years and infected for a year or two.

I was in the army (reserves) on a field exercise and it hurt, so I took my boot off to look at it. AND it was all yellow with pus and there was some blood. The medics saw it and took me to some kind of field hospital and remove a chunk of it.
I guess that didn't work.
So last week I went to the surgeon to give him a look at it and when I got there he already had his stuff practially all set up!
He asks me if I just want it out today.
"SURE!"
So, he sticks some needles in for the freezin'...which doesn't work all the way up to the top. He then stick a needle under my toenail to freeze the top. This all hurt.
He then took scissors and cut it right in two and took it out...half frozen. Went home with it all wrapped up.
It unfroze that day and hurt like a son of a bitch.
It's alright now. GROSS as hell but I can walk on it.
(Ronald Raygun makes bombs, Thu 1 Jun 2006, 18:38, Reply)

Hair
My brother is quite happy at the alarming rate he's going bald. He reckons its much more preferable to being ginger.
( Gleeballs is mostly made out of chocolate and hate., Thu 1 Jun 2006, 18:36, Reply)

Arnolfini,
don't be a cockend.
Shit.
Umm, to not waste this post, I'll hack off an arm or something.
( ArthurTheRat, Thu 1 Jun 2006, 18:32, Reply)

Not a 'part' per se...
But I lost my sanity once, and found myself in a mental hospital for a month.

It's amazing how normal you suddenly become when you're surrounded by people who are really PROPERLY mental.

I know it's a shit story but I'm first, so there.
(Arnolfini wasn't feeling very funny on, Thu 1 Jun 2006, 18:30, Reply)