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Random maybe, I just felt like discussing surgeries and stuff.

When I was apparently three, almost 4 years old, I had my appendix removed, even though it turned out there was nothing wrong with it but there was still something wrong with me since I had a high fever. We had been playing restaurant, I was the customer and the food was snow. What do we learn from this? Don't eat snow. If you see a kid eating snow, tell them she might end up in a hospital and get her stomach cut open.

I had a scar on my right forearm and I kept scratching it for years until it grew into a bump. It was surgically removed when I was about 8 years old.

When I was maybe 10, I got my adenoids removed because I was often having a cold or an ear infection and stuff like that. For a day I was only eating ice cream and that was fun, but then my mom put apples and stuff in a blender and made me drink the resulting mess. It tasted awful. I still hate smoothies.

When I was 13, we got the afternoon off from school because the teachers had a meeting, so I went to a playground with my friend. There was this see-saw sort of thing that also spins around the central axle. We had some trouble climbing into it since when someone sits on one side, the other side rises pretty high in the air but somehow we got there anyway. Usually kids have their parents lift them in there. We were spinning around for a while but then we started wondering how are we going to get down. My friend was more athletic so she decided to jump down, after which I plummeted down. There were these car tires under the seats to soften the blow but for some reason I had one of my feet bent under the thing, so I landed on it with my full weight and the weight of the seat and the car tire. Hurt a lot. We had bikes but I couldn't manage to pedal so I had to walk home, or mostly hop on one leg and use the bike for support. Then also on the way home it started raining very heavily so we had to go sit at a bus stop and wait that it passed. I don't remember when I got to see a doctor, maybe it was the next day but I got x-rayed and there was a fracture at the middle of the foot, which is funny because all the other spots hurt more. I had awful bruises all over the foot. Didn't need a cast though, it was just bandaged and plastered. I had to stay home from school for a couple of days and due to that I didn't get to pick a spot at the language lab so I had to sit at the back of the class all year next to some boys when I would have rather sat next to my friend. Also my sneakers got moldy due to getting soaked, the stench never came off.

When I was in art school I got the idea that one of my birthmarks had gotten swollen, I thought it wasn't healthy so I got an appointment to have it removed. The nurse prepped me, then the doctor came and looked at the birthmark, said "so this is what we're supposed to remove?" It sounded like he thought it was a waste of time but since the appointment had been reserved and the time was at hand, he might as well cut it off. Gave me the local anesthesia, waited a while then started cutting. I was like "ow" and he asked does it hurt and I said I could kinda feel it but just keep going. So it was cut off swiftly and he put some stitches on it. I thought there were four stitches because I felt the needle going in and out on both sides. Only later when I had the stitches removed, I found out there were only two. Anyway, when I went home the anesthesia seemed to be kicking in properly since my leg got more numb and I figured I was healthy enough to go for a walk with my boyfriend-at-the-time. We didn't get very far when I had to admit that I couldn't walk with it after all and we had to go back home, slowly. Because even though the thing was at the shin, stepping down will send a pressure wave up the leg. So what do we learn from this? Don't get a birthmark removed unless it looks really bad. If it's a bit swollen, that's not really bad. No need to get hysterical.

Sorry if I've already written all this in another topic.

Interesting... all ever happened to me is I fell down on the escalators once when I tried to walk back up on them. Had to get my arm checked on afterwards, but nothing much was done about it I think.

I somehow never get sick in the fever-kind of way, by the way. Really weird, been... 4 years now.

Just lots of mental stuff... therapies and that kinda thing.

I had to get stitches when i was you too young to walk, but old enough to climb. Climbed out of my crib and cracked my head open.. had to get a few stitches. My mom says i have a scar on my head... but i am 24 and i don't think i've ever seen it... Or.. actually i don't think i've ever tried looking for it...

I was in car accident last year which now makes my back hurt pretty often unless i sit in my massaging chair. I'm probably going to have to open up my medical claim again. Apparently my back was screwed up before the accident but the accident is the element that cause my back to hurt. Sitting at a desk all day doesn't help that at all.

No deadly allergies, though I have a problem with things with a lot of fragrance. Potpourris are out. Candle stores. Lotion stores.. mostly all the things girls like. Perfume/Cologne in 99% of cases can't be applied around me, though after the scent dies down after like 30 minutes its ok. Mostly smells like apple cinnamon, pine, more spicy kind of smells.

Other then that. Never broke a bone that I know of.

When I was about one year old I tipped with my highchair (boy, it took a while to find this word) and smacked the back of my head against a radiator. I believe that was the only time something had to get stiched. It's possible you can still see the scar. (I can't look myself for obvious reasons. )

A few years later I ran against a iron trash can and got a scar on my forehead. (It's gone now.)

In kindergarten I lost a bit of an incisor. It was brand new. Damn it.

When I was in my teens I possibly broke my big toe, but I never found out for sure.

All in all, I seem to be quite lucky.

PS I forgot the inflammation of the middle ear I had perhaps ten years ago. That was the last time I went to a doctor.

PPS And this weird rash I had on my hands for a few years. Stupid medicine the doctor prescribed didn't help. I had to get rid of it myself.

I'ma do this CANTR STYLE!

Cut my thumb with a box cutter, I did! X| I was working at Wal-Mart in the dairy section taking care of some damaged juice boxes. You have to cut the things open drain the juice and flatten the boxes for easy return shipping. WELL, I was doing that and my attention was diverted by some annoying BULLSHIT and I nicked my thumb. Fresh blade got all the way down to the bone. I wanted a butterfly bandage but everyone was paranoid I was gonna sue or something.

I only got 'hospital sick' once. Not long ago, maybe a few years, after I graduated high school I was having stomach pains. My family thought I was BSing and trying to get out of working for my new job. Then I was FINALLY taken to a local doc when I LITERALLY couldn't move because of the pain. The doc said, "It might be his appendix" so I was taken to the ER. Well I was there for HOURS and given several tests, this FULLY annoyed me and my pains kept getting worse and worse and worse. Then all of a sudden the hospital crew had a shift change everyone wasn't a total DICK and my pain went away. Eventually I was given some medication that gave me temporary blindness and send home.

Guess my diagonosis... "Abdominal Pains" Dudel says, "NO SHIT!" (I've an ulcer)

Smashed my thumbs in car doors several times from about 7-10. Those are plural on purpose. My right hand is special! I've smashed that thumb between so many car doors and car frames that I think its made of putty or something. (Same hand I later cut) Never actually broken that bone just sprain, jam or pop the thing out of socket. I sorta miss that blue thumb sprint but was always mad it was on my right hand. WHY couldn't I smash my left hand?

Nailed my head when I was little. I'd say 5 maybe? Well my sibling and I were taking a bath and messing about when she pushed me back. BONK! I fell over the tub and hit my head on the soap dish. Father took me to the ER, NOT NEEDED. Got stitches, first time getting stitches and they messed it up. Poked the 'tender spot' a few times asking, "Does that hurt? *chuckles*" Then they hit me with some local numbing agent and stitched me up.

There are reports of me falling off my mother and father's bed when I was small but those are not fully known to me nor are they a memory.

Weird thread. I've never had an op (or even a filling) until getting my wisdom teeth out this year.. boy was I terrified of going under. Cool feeling though.

I had some weird injuries as a kid.. considering I was always the careful child..

- getting punched so hard in the cheek by a spinifex fairy when I was 9 that I still have hard scar tissue there (the reason was "I was white", interesting reverse discrimination there - I was at a school of 99% black kids).

- shortly after, deciding I could fly if I jumped off a high enough cliff (lucky I didn't find one that high, and ended up with a hand that wouldn't move for a couple of months - the doctor refused to x-ray it as he thought I waved at him with that hand.. lol stupid outback doctors)

- getting German measles (crazy outback again!)

- getting kicked in the knee by a Shetland Pony that didn't like the horse I was riding, unfortunately his aim was terrible (amazing bruise)

- getting overexcited with my BFF when we went camping, jumping on one of those plank swings (must have been the last one around - crazy dangerous design - one big ass plank suspended from two metal brackets so it can swing back and forward - just don't stand in the way or you get a plank coming right at you at 20km/hr LOL) and lost my balance and went headfirst into the plank.. brilliant black eye for months

- getting bitten in the leg by my gelding who didn't want to go for a walk (amazing bruise again)

I think that's the best of them. Surprisingly, I have no visible scars from all that.. lol.

Stopped breathing randomly when I was 3 weeks old, was revived twice before getting to the ER, once by a nurse who happened to be coming into our apartment building as my muma was running out with me. Never did find what caused it, just didn't feel like breathing I guess.

I was 2 and a half and was jumping between two beds with metal frames, and my muma told me to stop but I didn't listen and cut my thumb nearly all the way off.

Two nights ago I was wrestling with my sister outside muma's and we started tumbling to the pavement, so i grabbed around her to stop her from falling so hard, and take the brunt of the fall. She landed on my hand. Her ass shattered my knuckle. Whoopee.

Besides the 'issues' and the fibro, that's the extent of my damage.

Oh yea... I had a flu or something when i was younger that prevented me from walking for like 3 days. My legs just wouldn't move...

I also had a root canal and took way too many pain killers to stop it from hurting ( which it didn't ) until the next day when i got vicodin.

I also use to have the same recurring dream when I was very young where i was floating in a void while 3 dimension letters and number would fly past me, which would cause me to wake up and run to the bathroom to vomit.

Oh yeah, I've my wisdom teeth removed when I was about 16 and have had my share of the flu when I was in elementary school.

Can anyone say "Projectile vomit"? Yeah, always was nasty when I got SICK SICK!

Heh that reminds me of this one time i was on the toilet not feeling well (but not nauseous) and thought "just in case, if I'm -do- get the urge to puke, should I do it in the sink or garbage can" and as I turned to see which was the better option, BLAAAAAAABABABABAB in the sink without nausea or any pre-warning. It was funny.

7th grade, turned into a pole, 7 stitches

12th grade, fell off a knee height fence drunk and broke my wrist.

On my 21st in Jan I was tackled and manage to rip all the ligaments holding my shoulder, few months of painful physio there. No broken bone can amount to ligaments snapping..oh..my..god..

Haha, nothing too exciting.

Hehe, when I was a kid, I got my finger stuck between the car door. My dad was wondering how come this door won't go shut and every time he tries to close it, there's this funny sound. That was me. Maybe I was too surprised to cry.

Also my brother has hit me in the head with various objects, or at least a red 1x1 m Lego pad and a zither. The zither hurt more, I got a wound in my scalp and was wearing a cap indoors after that because somehow it hurt less that way. But one time when I was at least 5 years old, I was giving him a piggy-back ride and dropped him so that he hit his head on a door handle. He still has a scar from that!

Also when I was at least 7 or 8, parents weren't home and we had a babysitter, I can't remember if it was my aunt or my cousin, but anyway my brother scratched my forearm and I got three scratches that needed bandaids, then I had three bandaids on my forearm and I thought they looked ugly because it reminded me of a picture of a monkey wearing several wristwatches in a Richard Scarry book. So I had to get a scarf wrapped around my forearm so that I wouldn't have to look at the bandaids.

Once I was climbing in a tree and fell. I felt a bit disoriented lying on the ground, like "how did I get here?" but I didn't hit my head or anything. I landed right next to a big rock, good aim. Then I went home and told mom that I fell from a tree but I'm alright.

I have a tendency for motion sickness even though it happens less frequently nowadays. When I was a kid, I was puking all the time on car trips. Some of it may have been due to being nervous. Once we had to take a cab to a train station and had to stop along the way to puke. It was a half an hour trip. I don't think I puked during the train ride. Then one time when we took a bus to Helsinki, I was feeling nauseous so I checked in advance where I could puke. There was a tiny trashcan in front of the seat, I thought I could puke there but it turned out I couldn't get my head close enough because the back of the seat in front of me was slanted and on the way. So I had to puke in my baseball cap. Some spilled on the floor and I had to tell the driver, at first he thought I puked on the seat and was saying that those are expensive to clean up, but I said it went on the floor so we didn't have to pay. Then we had to go to a store and buy me some new pants since I'd gotten puke on the old ones. That put quite a dent in our travel budget.

Also when I went to see Josh, I puked before we left and all night after we got to America, and the next night too, although not as much as during the first night but I think those two nights I spent more time sleeping on the bathroom floor than in a bed. Also when it was time to go back, I was puking before we left for the airport, and right once we got to the airport (good thing there was a big trashcan right next to where we stopped) but as I got on the plane - no more nausea.

I broke my leg when I was five, falling off a tree, however; I never found out about it until two years ago, when I went in for an X-ray for something completely different. Turns out it had been broken in two places and healed on its own.

Beyond that, the only real medical history I have is in therapy and stuff. Anger problems.

Hmmm.. not me, but when my grandfather was in the hospital they took x-rays and found like this 3-4 inch section (7-10 cm) section on his x-rays. The doctors were really worried about it. He said, "don't worry its just a big piece of shrapnel"

Hmm. I've had random bouts of eczema during my 1~12 yo period. Still don't know why. Still have scratchers eczema.

My brother and I used to sleep in a high sleeper with a bed on the lower part as well. (Can't remember that name) I used to fall from it constantly. I have a rough ^(without the middle part) on my hairline above my forehead.

I was also hit on the noggin while I stayed for a vacation at family in Germany. Youngest daughter was carrying me down the stairs. And those things were huge because it was practically a mansion. She lost her balance just at the end of them and hit me against the stair rails.

In school I was once pushed from a wall by my arch enemies and also got a cut on my head.

I was once hit with a gnarly stick on my head and also had another wound.

I once had to stay in the hospital for some surgery on a tear tube. Because it was clogged. I was death threatening the doctor who applied the whole body anesthetics because it hurt too damn much.