Road Trip Wednesday is a “Blog Carnival,” where YA Highway’s contributors post a weekly writing- or reading-related question and answer it on their blogs. You can hop from destination to destination and get everybody’s unique take on the topic.
This Week’s Topic: What is the story of your best scar?
Gosh, I wish I had a sensational or courageous or funny story for this one, but truth be told, my scars are pretty boring. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has never turned his wand of evil on me. While I’m fairly clumsy, my escapades more often result in bruises and broken toes (I’ve fractured two) than flesh wounds. (“‘Tis but a flesh wound!” Geez. Thank you, Monty Python.)
I do have one gnarly scar on my wrist, a result of cutting TOWARD myself with a box cutter during my oh-so-glamorous stint as part-time manager of a Bath and Body Works. My boss had to drive me to the hospital where I then had to convince multiple doctors and nurses that no, I definitely was not trying to hurt myself. My stupidity resulted in a few stitches and a big I TOLD YOU SO from my husband, who had often lectured me about cutting away from myself. Truth be told, I still cut toward myself from time to time; apparently some life lessons take longer than others to sink in.
What’s the story behind your best scar?
11 thoughts on “RTW: Scarred for Life”
Oh, Monty Python. I heart.
I still cut toward myself, too. Last night I caught myself hacking at a frozen clump of ice cubes with a knife sharpener; all of a sudden I thought, hmm, this is probably a bad idea. And then I kept at it. #dumb
I totally cut toward myself sometimes, too. I have never actually hurt myself doing it, but every single time I do it, I think how dumb it is…and do it anyway.
I don’t have amazing scar stories either, but yours would definitely happen to me. You could totally use that in a book somewhere.
And I’m coming back to enter your amazing contest!
I peel and cut potatoes toward myself…can’t help it, it’s how my mom did it, but I try to stay safer with everything else. Carrots esp, I’m always afraid one of those will end up taking my thumb off…or at least cause me to get stitches and questions about trying to kill myself 🙂
I cut toward myself too. It’s faster for some reason. Actually, I do kitchen work that way too. (Which drives Hubby nuts.) Why do we all do this?
Oh, I cut toward myself sometimes, too! Ouch! Your experience is a good thing to remember next time I go to do that.
I cut toward myself all the time. Advice noted. You just reminded me of a scar I forgot I had. I made it through years of wood shop and metal works, but hurt myself in sewing. I cut the back of my finger, right over a vein, and the school nurse made me leave to go to the doctor because it wouldn’t stop bleeding. You may have guessed but I’m no homemaker.
I cut toward myself all the time too, when I’m making stencils. Why do we do things we know we shouldn’t? I’m going to disembowel myself for the sake of a silly t-shirt one of these days.
We all get the freedom to take our life lessons where we will, right? There are worse things than cutting toward! Confession: I do it too. Even when I chop veggies my husband cringes and fusses. Thanks for the twitter shout out. I appreciate it.
My best scar comes from an ill-advised attempt to chop sweet potatoes with a blunt knife. Who needs fingertips, right? They only identify you at crime scenes anyway.
I think the most interesting thing about my 3 major scars are that I got them all with the same girl. I think maybe we have too much fun together. Anyway I have an award for you over here on my blog!
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