I’ve been walking around with a scab on my forehead since Sunday afternoon.
In the course of normal human interaction, I figure I’ve talked to probably 50 people since Sunday afternoon. Other than my family, one person has asked about the scab.
Is that how things are supposed to go, or am I to gather that folks in general are
a) uninterested in facial scarring,
b) expecting me to turn up with a scabby forehead, or
c) too busy to even notice?
Since you didn’t ask, I’ll offer an explanation.
I was trying to detach a couple of bungee cords from around the box we store the drum kit hardware in so that I could strap down the dollies for the ride back to the church. The box is stored under a shelf. As I got the bungee unhooked, I straightened up too early, bumping the back of my head on the 2×4 shelf support. Reacting to the bump on the back of my head, I flinched downward, catching the metal corner of the hardware box.
Have you ever taken a blow to the ridge of your eye socket? Well, now I have. It took me to my knees. Levi and AC were helping load the trailer, and they saw it unfold. They kindly waited to see if I was knocked out before starting to laugh at my clumsiness. I was more embarrassed than hurt. By the time we got home the bump on my forehead had begun to swell. Kim compassionately offered that it looked like a third eye.
I immediately tried to contact Sidney Crosby’s doctors to see if I had a concussion. I don’t think I’ll be able to skate again until I pass the concussion tests.
Fortunately, there’s no limitations on leading worship with a concussion. Or for being clumsy. I don’t think it’ll leave a scar, which is too bad. Scars are cool, and if I have to suffer the ignominy of bumping my head and face I’d at least like to get a cool scar out of the deal.
How ’bout you? Got any cool scar stories that you want to share?
4 Comments
Chandale · January 19, 2012 at 2:38 pm
Nolan has quite a few scars…I tried to post a picture of his scars, but couldn’t do so on here. He has a few unexplained scars in addition to his surgical scars from his stay at the hospital. The doctors said we should use Mederma to minimize the scars or come up with some cool story about the scars they coudn’t explain. I don’t think any story we could come up with could top the story God has written though.
stacy · January 19, 2012 at 3:54 pm
Chandale, there’s something beautiful and wonderful in the scars of an overcomer, aren’t there? That makes a little bonk on the forehead seem trite. So glad that you and Nolan have an Overcomer’s story to share!
Amanda · January 19, 2012 at 3:04 pm
First day in a new school, second grade… Running to the buses after school, I tripped on the outdoor, concrete steps and cracked open my eyebrow… Bled like a stuck pig… Had to sit in the office for 30 waiting for my mom to come get me and take me for 4 stitches…, nasty scar for years until the hair grew back to cover it!
John Balogh · January 19, 2012 at 11:01 pm
Scar on my arm from a cup of hot tea water when I was 5. Soaked into the PJs and just sat there. Fortunately I don’t remember the pain, but my Mom reminds me of the noise. 🙂
Or the twin scars on my arm and back where I slipped out of a shower after too little sleep during college. The cuts came after my fall smashed the ceramic toilet paper holder – which I landed on a fraction of a second later. Those took stitches, and I do remember the pain (of the stitches; I was asleep during the fall and the cuts were clean).