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Welcome, everyone, to Too Much Tuesdays!

It's the weekly Funny Community game that gets us all feeling a little bit closer - by sharing pretty disgusting stories about ourselves!

Do you DARE to answer this Tuesday's question?

Today's TMT: What's the story behind your weirdest or most random scar?

Maybe you ran into a glass door? Maybe you fell while you were going up the stairs or trying to ride a bike downhill? Maybe you were trying to jump a fence? How'd you get that scar?
My answer: When I tried to shave my legs by myself the first time, I thought you were supposed to really press down on the razor, and when I went to go shave, I accidentally shaved off, like, 2 - 3 inches of skin. (Gross, I know, but this is Too Much Tuesday.) I was SO EMBARRASSED that that was the reason why I had a scar that I ended up telling all the kids at school I got it from skateboarding. I still have the scar on my right shin.

Now it's your turn: CONFESS!

I have a lot of scars. My head isn't shaped normally because I got pushed down the stairs when I was very little, I tried to ride a giant bike when I was in preschool and crashed into a tree and fell into a trash can, I accidentally stapled my thumb; there are so many that I don't even know which scar belongs to which accident. I'm a very damaged person...馃
I only have a few scars but the weirdest one I have is on my wrist. Some people that I don't know well have asked if I used to self harm but that's not the case. I kind of punched a window, well more like my hand just kind of went through it. So I was trying to get the window open and it was stuck. I tried to slide it up but without knowing I was pushing more forward and before I knew it my hand and arm just went through. I didn't even know I hurt myself until I saw all the blood.
When I was 5 or 6, I saw the movie Peter Pan. I thought if I believed hard enough, I could fly. So, I went to the 2nd floor in my house, stood on the banister, closed my eyes and jumped. I didn't feel anything after I had landed so when I got up to try again, my mom came into the hallway where i was and started screaming, " Oh my God, Walter!!!... I had split my chin wide open. Still got the nasty scar. Recently, I had just learned that my mom had done the same thing when she was around my age. Lol, it must run in the family.
I have 3 small scars. One on my abdomen, and one on either side near my natural waist and hip bones. I got all 3 the summer I turned 9 years ago. I awoke in the middle of the night, about 1 - 2 AM, and felt a HORRIBLE pain in my stomach. I could barely get out of bed, and when I got to my feet I couldn't stand straight up, I had to keep my upper body bent over, and slowly waddled to my parents' bedroom down the hall. I woke them both up, and my mom was worried and was thinking about taking me to the hospital, but my dad wasn't so, and said to wait till the morning and take me to my pediatrician. I begged my mom to take me to the hospital, because this was the worst stomach ache I had ever had up to that point. We got in the car and drove to the hospital half an hour away, she was speeding because I told her to get there as fast as she could because of the pain, but at the same time when she would hit a pot hole in the road it would make my whole body twitch and pain would shoot to my abdomen. When we finally arrived, they checked me in and were thinking it was an appendicitis, but after checking it wasn't, and by morning, the pain let up a little, and it wasn't as bad as it was just a few hours before. We went home, was told it was just growing pains, and I spent the whole day on the sofa watching SpongeBob and reruns of The Amanda Show. The next morning it was still there, and slowly but surely getting worse again. Me and my mom went back to the hospital, and the staff and doctors checked me further. They said that my menstrual circle might be trying to start (because I hadn't had a period yet), so they put me under. When I woke up an hour later, they told me that my period was in fact not trying to start, but there was something seriously wrong with my left Ovary. The next day I was taken by ambulance to Duke University in North Carolina, about 2 hours away. That day I got a CAT scan, and the next morning, they told me I had a "Teratoma Tumor" (my twin that never fully developed in the womb) wrapped around my ovary and was choking all of the blood out. I had the tumor and my left ovary removed that night, because there was no saving it at this point. When I awoke, I started crying, not because of pain, in fact, the pain was almost all gone. The nurses asked if I needed pain killers, and I always replied, "No! I feel great!" And was back in the saddle within 2 weeks. It was the most scariest thing I've ever had to go through, I'm just lucky they caught it in time before the tumor actually killed me, too. Sorry for such a long story.. I just loving telling stuff in detail. x3
So it was around 4 am and I decided I wanted chicken nuggets, I took a knife which I knew was dull but didnt want to get a different one and I then proceeded to try to cut open the bag, I pressed the knife pretty hard to try to cut the bag and it ended up somehow slipping and chopped into the side of my thumb and it cut all the way to my nail. I did eat the chicken nuggets but they were the flavor of my tears.
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