Scars...
I got this idea from Dave2 who got it from a bunch of people on Bookface. Basically you take a photo of some scar you have and tell the story behind it.
Here’s mine on my right thumb, but, sadly, it’s hard to get a photo that makes it stand out right.
When I was about nine years old, I was helping my mom cut some wood using a band saw. I’d done it a ton of times before and I knew how to be careful.
I was paying particular attention to my left thumb’s position because it was much closer to the fast-moving blade. My right thumb was a good five inches away.
Despite the distance, my right thumb wound up getting sliced by the saw. It dug in a little less than a quarter inch (but that could be an age-based exaggeration) and I received five stitches.
Even after the stitches were removed, it never totally healed and I wound up with a chunk of dead skin that never sealed back down so I cut it out with an X-acto knife. This self surgery gave the skin enough of a live surface that it fused back together but not without leaving a nice diagonal scar across my thumb.
This certainly explains my tendency to grab a knife and commit minor surgical procedures on myself. I’ve been doing it for decades. I have a problem.
Self surgery is the best surgery!
Posted by: Dave2 | Saturday, 10 April 2021 at 09:42 PM
No doctor I trust more.
Posted by: kapgar | Saturday, 10 April 2021 at 09:54 PM