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Let's explore the convoluted workings of my mind.
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No, I'm not crazy. I'm not. I'm not! I'M NOT! I'M NOT!! I'M NOT!!!
Now what was I saying again?
Monday, January 29, 2007
Unanswered Prayers
I have never had a broken bone or sprain or dislocation. Just stitches. I always wanted to have a cast. Get my friends to sign it.
Casts are overrated. I used to say the same thing, and then I had my right ankle put in a cast for three weeks. Less than a month after I got my new car. So I learned to drive with my left foot.
What are your stitch stories? Stitches aren't necessarily "just stitches".
My only stitches (other than the ones I had from wisdom teeth extraction) are the result of a head-to-head collision while playing roller hockey.
His cheekbone into my eye.
Both of us lying on the pavement for I don't know how long.
Gash just under my eyebrow.
I still have a faint scar from where 8 stitches held my eyelid together.
I got stitches in my knee when I was five...my Dad sawed the middle bar off my brothers bike to make me a girls bike. Not enough money back then to get my own. Anyway it had a sharp edge so when I hit the stump in the sidewalk my knee went into the bar. OUCH>>>>>>Then my head met up with a paint can filled with dirt. My brother threw it at me playing war games. OUCH Again.....That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
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I was never that cool, either. Thank goodness!
Casts are overrated. I used to say the same thing, and then I had my right ankle put in a cast for three weeks. Less than a month after I got my new car. So I learned to drive with my left foot.
What are your stitch stories? Stitches aren't necessarily "just stitches".
My only stitches (other than the ones I had from wisdom teeth extraction) are the result of a head-to-head collision while playing roller hockey.
His cheekbone into my eye.
Both of us lying on the pavement for I don't know how long.
Gash just under my eyebrow.
I still have a faint scar from where 8 stitches held my eyelid together.
I got stitches in my knee when I was five...my Dad sawed the middle bar
off my brothers bike to make me a girls bike. Not enough money back then to get my own. Anyway it had a sharp edge so when I hit the stump in the sidewalk my knee went into the bar. OUCH>>>>>>Then my head met up with a paint can filled with dirt.
My brother threw it at me playing war games. OUCH Again.....That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
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