My brother was chasing me with a mallet at an afterschool club – I ran to push a door open but pushed the glass part of the door and went right through!
I felt blood trickling off my finger so pulled back my T-shirt to find where it was coming from, only to find a shard of glass through my arm..
I pulled it out and started to bleed profusely – I felt faint to say the least!
Everything was stitched up including the artery, but it left a wide scar due to the extent of the laceration..
I was high on shrooms by myself in our hotel room in Amsterdam – I kept seeing faces so was running around in the dark trying to escape them..
I fell into a coffee table and cut myself badly in my groin (again, near the artery!) – I could only see the full extent when I switched the lights on of course..
Skin flapping away with blood everywhere.. I didn’t want to visit hospital as it would’ve just stopped my drinking time..
So I strapped it up and hobbled every day carrying on the antics of drink & drugs..
I finally decided to call 999 on my return to London, to which I was picked up by an ambulance and taken to A&E..
They stitched me up there & then, which was pretty painful as the wound had started to dry up and fold in on itself.
My recovery was hindered by me constantly moving about – they said if I didn’t rest up I may limp for the rest of my life..
I took work off for a week and rested up, so thankfully to this day don’t have a limp!
I got too drunk at my nans 80th birthday party and was told to leave by my dad as I was causing a bit of a scene!..
The only way home was to walk down a National Speed Limit road with no pedestrian pathway.
I was hit by a car on a corner and completely flopped all over it..
My aunt, a policewoman at the time, was called to the scene to find it was her nephew in the accident.
I was in hospital for days on end – pissing into a catheter and generally healing!
I must admit, I do like my scars – they tell a story and I’ve never gone out my way to get them purposely, so I think they’re kinda cool..
Given, most of them are from being drunk or on drugs (I’m now 2yrs sober)..
I don’t wear them as a badge of honour but don’t mind talking about them whatsoever – it has made me interested in other people’s scars..
I’m not embarrassed about them – if anything I’m proud to come out alive with them..
I guess I would show off about the stories when I was drunk, but now I don’t point them out so much..
I guess it’s just all part of growing up..