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The story of my scarSo I thought I'd put something up about one of my more noticeable physical characteristics, besides my height and weight, and that is my scar.
I got this when I was 10 years old, I was visiting family in Iowa, and on the 4 of July it was just me and my cousin at his house as everyone else was out doing different things. We decided to go to some sports card shop and were going to ride bikes there, me riding another cousins bike that was actually a little big for me.
Right as we got off his rather steep driveway he turned and I didn't, I started falling and the next thing I know I'm opening my eyes a couple minutes later, I don't remember the actual hit, which is probably a good thing. There was no blood, but I wasn't feeling well, so I went back inside and laid on the couch for a while.
I tried to eat, but couldn't keep it down. We called the hospital, but they said I was probably fine over the phone, brilliant. The next day we drove back to Illinois, a seven hour drive, and the only thing for the pain was Tylenol or the like. We get back and my mom take me to the hospital, they do some tests and run a cat scan and find out that I had a slight concussion and had cracked my skull open.
Now as I said there was no blood after the accident, that's because the hit was just an impact, it didn't tear the skin, but that's a bad thing. All the blood that would have come rushing out was clotting inside my skull putting pressure on my brain, and let me tell you, that is a horrible feeling. Take your worst headache and multiply it by a hundred.
So they had to fly me to another hospital that had a specialist who could do the surgery the next day. The only time I've ever been in a helicopter and I was strapped to a gurney. After the surgery they warned me about not injuring my head again, or I could die, that's a good way to scare the shit out of a 10-year-old. So for the next 6 months, almost no physical activity, even when I tried to, my friends wouldn't let me. That's the beginning of another physical characteristic, my weight, as well.
Also, we moved not long after, I was in 5th grade and instead of going out to recess and making friends the way you normally would, I had to sit in the library by myself, fun.
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