Okay, the tick thing and the cat box made me gag...and I caught my toddler son eating a half-dead cockroach once, so there ya go.
Perfect grace runs in my family. My dad taught me well.
When I was two, we were in a wreck that resulted in me having a head injury. I still have a dent and a semi-circular scar on the right side of my head. It was the old man's fault when he ran a red light and t-boned my mom's side of the truck. My mom ended up with teeth knocked out, her right femur shattered, and her elbow went through the passenger window. She was still picking glass out of her arm in 1982. My dad didn't get a scratch.
I stepped on a nail when I was about 5.
About the same time, I fell on a floor heater and burned a grid onto my right arm. The scars were there for a few years.
Had my bottom tooth broken when a girl smacked the bottom of the Coke bottle while I was drinking from it. Had the back of my top tooth sheared off when my brother bounced up and hit my chin with is head.
I somehow bruised the whole back of my right calf when I was around 10. I remember it hurting one day, and when I looked, the whole back side of it was black.
I sprained my right ankle about the same time while riding my step-brother's bike. I remember it hurting when I fell, but not enough to stop me, apparently. By late evening, after we came in for the day, it started swelling and turning black, and couldn't walk on it. My dad didn't take me to the doctor while at his house, and my mom never took me when I got home. I still have issues with that arch.
I fell on a step-cousin's bike and stabbed myself in the sternum with the gripperless handle bar. I thought I had killed myself, but just knocked the wind out of me and put a big round bruise there.
I had a boy's three speed Mom had bought me. I slipped on the pedals one day and found out girls can hurt down there pretty bad too!
I skinned up my left arm on a slide at a waterpark when I was 11. I still have the scars. If any one were to really look, it would like I tried to slash my wrist. I have a scar on my right hand from my aunt's pool slide.
I burned the outside of my right thigh on a go-cart muffler. It was a 1" x 1" square, and you could see the screw head in the middle. The scar is finally gone.
I sliced the side of my left index finger open with a knife trying to whittle a stick. No stitches, but it took a few years for the feeling to come back completely. Recently, I stabbed myself behind the first knuckle of my thumb, this time with a carving blade. I taped it together, and all I have is a thin scar.
I stabbed myself in the left pinky with a pair of scissors trying to dismember a Barbie doll. (Don't ask.)
I fell off a spooked pony and stabbed my left wrist on a nail in a board.
I caught my right foot in a chain-link fence while riding a 3 wheeler. If not for my shoe, I think I would have broken all my toes, but I think I did actually break the big one. It hurt so bad, I was afraid to take off my shoe. All my toes were very bruised. I broke my left pinky toe a few years ago goofing around with my brother. It turned black and took a full year to heal.
I spent the night with my best friend, and we were goofing around in her room. I was playing like I fainted, but when I did, I forgot about the little table in her room. I cracked the base of my skull on it and saw stars and gave myself a knot the size of an egg. What was weird about it was that I heard the sound very clearly before the pain kicked in. Years later, I had an actual fainting spell and put another egg on my head.
I pulled my back carrying my son as a toddler. I was in misery for two weeks.
I had a ruptured ovarian cyst back in May. That was the worst pain I've ever had.
The worst self-caused pain: I was hanging a plant up on our apartment patio, and I used one of our metal dining chairs. The backs were styled with a tube pointing up on each side. When I stepped down, I forgot which side the back of the chair was on and sat straight down on one of those tubes! I literally thought I had perforated my behind, but luckily I just put a massive black bruise on my butt! Ask me, and I can tell you how NOT to sit on a chair!
I stabbed myself in the left palm on my nanny goat. Yes, you read that correctly!
