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This week we hand the honours over to DippyFi, who asks:

"Got your girlfriend stuck on your Prince Albert? Had an argument with your tattoo artist mid-tattoo? Piercing mysteriously dissolved the cartilege in your ear? Or worse: decided to pierce yourself while you were drunk? Go on, I wanna hear all the gory details!"

The closest I've got to body piercing was when a friend stuck a sodding gardening fork through my right hand. It wasn't a good look to be honest.

(, Thu 30 Nov 2006, 23:02)
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Second time I've posted this in QOTW
I suppose you could call it a rather violent body modification. I was having a rather loud argument with a mate of mine, and was getting more and more angry, so, fearing that it was about to take a violent turn on my part, I leave the room to avoid me doing something that would have ended up in us kicking the living shit out of each other, and storm off up the stairs. Except now I have the burning desire to punch something realy really hard.

Using the stairs as a run up, I sprint up them as fast as I can, then as I got to the top, delivered probably the hardest punch I have ever thrown straight at the nearest wall which was followed almost instantly by a loud sickening crunch sound.

I retreat to my room and sit on the bed, still totally furious, and wholly unaware of any pain in my hand, despite it obviously being broken rather badly. I look down at it after about 5 minutes or so and it has turned a rather deep shade of black, and has swollen to about the size of a lemon. The logical thing at this point in time would have been to go to hospital. But no.

I go back downstairs and drag said mate outside, with the intention of ending this argument one way or another. Luckily for me we both decided to take the more diplomatic route and scream at each other for a further 3 hours over just about every single thing that the other has done that pissed us off somehow.

Spleens thoroughly vented, we go back inside and play mariokart as though nothing has happened, at which point in time the pain really starts to hit me and I ask to be taken to hospital.

We got to A&E at about 3am, where it was X-rayed, and I was told that the bone was almost coming through the skin, and that punching walls is a really fucking stupid thing to do when you're pissed off, and that I wasn't going to do it again, was I Tom?. I got put in a cast for month, and had to wank with my left hand. Which was novel if nothing else.

When I got the cast taken off the nurse remarked how she had never seen a break that bad heal that quickly (4 weeks it took). I am Wolverine, motherfuckers.

The downside to all this, of course, was that I had to learn how to play guitar again, as my picking hand was shot to shit by means of unorthodox bone structure and a 4 week dystrophy that had set in whilst my cast was on. And I am now minus a knuckle on my right hand, where the bone that made the shape of it literally disintegrated. this also made punching in the various martial arts I do rather painful, and I've had to do a year's worth of conditioning to get back to a point where I can hit full strength, but I'm fully healed now, and I think it's actually harder than it used to be (which I discovered by punching a wall). So it wasn't all bad.

Anyway, here's the proof:



Notice the rather steep dip on my right hand in comparison to my left hand. Thats where the bone used to be. Now it's approximately 2 inches lower than it should be. Rock my freak hands.
(, Sun 3 Dec 2006, 1:49, Reply)

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