#atozchallenge: Injury

I used this on One-Liner Wednesday a while back and it still holds true.

An episode of Two And A Half Men a few years ago centered around Alan’s choice of relatives to send Jake to live with in the unlikely event that he and his estranged wife both died. He chose some distant relatives that lived on a farm in Vermont, which upset his mother and his brother Charlie. Alan made things worse by saying that Charlie was too irresponsible to be left in charge of Jake.

Alan had to go somewhere and reluctantly left Jake in Charlie’s care. Jake and Charlie were playing basketball in the driveway and Jake took a tumble and ended up needing stitches. Charlie actually did all right in this crisis and got the kid to the hospital, but still felt guilty that Jake had been injured. Alan wasn’t upset at all, saying that "it’s part of the job of a boy to injure himself."

I know I certainly did my job, constantly running into the radiator, dropping something on my head, or otherwise injuring myself in ways that required a trip to the hospital. At one point, my father turned to Mom and said "Bunny, we’d better hurry up and have another. I don’t think this one is going to last."

One day (I was about three), I managed to split the skin at the corner of my eye badly enough to need stitches. By then, Mom was pretty fed up with having to rush me to the hospital to get stitches, so she pushed the two sides of the injury together and stuck a Band-Aid over it. I have a scar on the outer corner of one of my eyes that’s the result of that wound not healing correctly. It gives me something to talk about at parties.

33 thoughts on “#atozchallenge: Injury

  1. Scar on the inside of my right calf. Burn mark from a hot pipe on a motorcycle. I was seven and was fascinated. I still have that fascination, I’m just older and wiser.

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      1. Yeah. Wish my little seven year old brain hadn’t looked at that bike and thought “I wanna ride that!” I rode a lot with my ex but, I was in jeans & boots…and long sleeves, too.

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  2. Funny you mention this today. I have a scar on my temple and my wife (who has known me since 1987) asked me about it. So I told her the story about how my sister hit me with an “alligator stick” this big (we were 3 and 4) stick that looked like an alligator. Anyway she hit me in the head and knocked me off our front porch into my mom’s tomato garden. That was nearly 50 years ago and I still have the scar.

    My wife told me I was likely doing something to deserve it.

    She is likely right.


    Tim Brannan
    The Other Side | A to Z of Conspiracy Theories

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  3. I have an ugly scar on my left hand from surgery to repair a broken bone that healed crooked. I broke it playing volleyball, a game I’m terrible at and don’t even like. I got dragooned into the game because I was at a party and that was what everyone else wanted to do, and I didn’t want to be the wet blanket. Sigh…

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  4. I have 2 small bumps on my forehead when kids threw a baseball at me. That day I got hit in the shin, arm shoulder, head and eye. The bullies were out for blood that day. I also fell and hit the pavement hard and scraped my knee. Another time I was swinging between 2 desks, fell and spilt my lip open. It was so swollen all the kids couldn’t stop stating at me. I have a scar on the inside of my lip. How we can injure ourselves eh?

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  5. I have a childhood scar that I wouldn’t attribute to something dumb, but just typical kid stuff that turned into an accidental injury. I was pretty careful as a kid just as I am now. I hate getting hurt.

    Arlee Bird
    Tossing It Out

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  6. I have a scar on my stomach. My mother was teaching me to iron (using my dad’s boxer shorts) and I touched the side of my iron to my stomach. No hospitals or doctors for that injury though. I have a few other scars, but they were earned as a klutzy adult.

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