Definitely stopped the itching lol

The story is (I was too young to remember) I was 3 years old and upset about something. I grabbed a knife and yelled, "I'm going to commit soy sauce!" And stabbed myself violently in the wrist. They say time heals all wounds. I guess it's true, or at least the wounds fade and melt into the wrinkles and ravages of time, so they are no longer noticeable. When I was young, the scar was an angry, puckery welt, very noticeable, and people would ask about it. Today I had to look to see if it was even still there.

I have a scar from a molten sugar burn too. On my right index finger. It took forever to heal! I was making English toffee.

Ouch! If you commit any crimes, be sure to wear gloves. That's a very unique fingerprint.

Why is this so common? Guess we don’t have to worry about pencils in school any more.

Oh I've got one of those on my thigh. When I was a teenager I sat down with a pencil in my hand and poked myself with it.

Was the papaya sweet in the end tho?

Good ol' habits.

were you careful when u were 24?

Just how can you cut someone with a crayon.

And that's why you don't wear sneakers.

Wow. Very determined with 5.

Romantic

Talk about luck.

oh me and my brother used to do that. we never got hurt tho

Sorry for the title, bad internet. My story is that I ripped myself apart basically because of my bad anxiety

what does fc stand for in this

Hi all! Enjoyed a Miami Dolphins game so much that the party continued at my parents home. It was a nice windy day so I decided to fly a kite in their backyard which was half brick pavers and pool. Our chocolate lab was chasing me, lots of laughs until I trip over air. Stood up, saw my wrist was bent (like a step) and went to find my Ma. She wasn’t too happy, mostly because I was 28 and utterly shite-faced. The ER loved it lol. That little white dash is one of three places they had to insert pins. Didn’t feel a thing.

i meant twelve but my auto correct thought it was spelt wrong😑

The funny part was, because my Dad was using the "big" chainsaw to cut down the trees that I was cutting branches off of, he couldn't hear me trying to tell him I'd cut myself, so I asked my friend ( who was there playing "sidewalk superintendent" ) to go tell him, while I went inside to wash/disinfect/bandage, etc. Somehow, "James cut his hand" morphed into "James cut his hand OFF", so my Dad comes running into the house, absolutely FREAKED OUT, to find me running cold water over a couple of cuts less than an inch long, completely mystified as to why he's so panicked.

That is very dumb