When I was about eight or nine years old, I accidentally got mine right pinkie finger slammed in a van door. Hard. Fortunately, the bone did not break, but the skin was torn so deeply you could see the bone. I was rushed to the hospital, where I got all the dead skin cut off and the finger cleaned and patched up. It took weeks for it to stop bleeding. When I finally removed the bandages, the entire nail came off--along with some more dead, dried flesh--exposing all the nerves underneath. For a while, mine finger just looked like this dented pink mass. The nail eventually grew back, but it came out a little weird. Mine finger has been noticeably deformed ever since.
Another time when I was under ten years old, I was wearing sandals and I accidentally shattered the nail on mine right big toe. There was a staircase outside this building. At the base of each step was an inch-deep gap. Mine foot accidentally slid across the marble and slammed into the gap, crushing mine toe nail. One day, whilst the wound was healing, a kid accidentally stepped on mine big toe whilst goofing off with some other kids, completely reopening the wound. I have not worn sandals ever since.
Since I was roughly sixteen, I have had this infection in mine breast bone. Every now and then, I get a sharp pain in mine chest, usually on the left side. It feels like someone just reached inside and squeezed. Sometimes the pain is so bad, I have a hard time even walking. The pain can last from a few seconds to over a minute. These episodes, for the most part, are unpredictable. At first, it freaked me out, but after going to the doctor and finding out what it was, I just deal with it.
I was also attacked in the street once, whilst I was out watching an astronomical event. Just a bunch of young punks looking for trouble. I have been bullied like that before, but what shook me up about the whole matter is that I kept thinking to mineself, "What if that had been a bunch of murderous lunatics?"
Originally Posted by gab
And if someone tells me that emotional pain doesn't hurt as bad as physical, I'll punch his clock in.
Heh, cannot argue with that. And this is why I never get emotionally involved with other humans. What good does it do you in the long run?
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