Still bearing the scars
Enter the Cap'n, a happy-go-lucky 8 year old with nary a care in the world.

Our front door was effectively just a massive load of windows with thin bits of wood separating them. One day, after an argument with a friend... shove wooden bit, hand slips off and straight through window.

Result? An inch long gash right in the middle of my wrist, which now allows my friends immense amusement in giving it all the "LOL EMO CUT WRISTS BLAH BLAH" lark.

Doesn't sound too serious right now. Well... there's a lot of veins, arteries and tendons in that part of the wrist. A severed vein or artery (wasn't really in a position to take note of which) resulted in a scene out of CSI, while three severed tendons went *ping* like elastic, requiring surgery just to find the buggers. 50 stitches and a scar half way up my forearm the result.

I don't remember a whole lot between window smashing and arrival at casualty.

(An honourable mention goes to last week's episode where I managed to drink myself blind and collapsed in the street. Apparently I was OK for a while after that, then became completely unresponsive. Cue a trip to hospital that I have no memory of. I'm now teetotal.)
( Dave McF wrote some words on, Fri 13 Feb 2009, 1:07, Reply)