My brother had a really nasty one in Junior High. It was in Fish Creek and he basically slid down an entire dirt cliff/hill on one of his shins (obviously not on purpose). It tore almost all of the skin off a 1 foot section of his shin, and it took almost a year for it to heal properly. It required lots of antibiotics, pain killers, and re-bandaging.
A word to the wise: Never pick your scabs. I admit sometimes it's hard to resist, but when you pick them, they always heal more slowly and leave a bigger scar.
Shouldn't that be a word to the dumb? Because the wise should already know that.
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Whenever a girl asks me about my scars I tell her that I'm addicted to Self Surgery and one day I will figure out how to remove my own kidney. Then they turn pale and leave.
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Jesus Christ what the hell is wrong with some of you? Specifically the original poster.
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I keep reading this thread tittle as Luongo Scab...
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I had a medium sized scab for about a month from Ball Hockey, it was pretty close to healing but the next game I forgot my knee wrap and it got torn off.
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Rugby was awesome for scabs. Play on some concrete pitch, scab up the knees and elbows, then rip them off a week later when you played again. It took forever for those suckers to heal.
I learned the hard way that padding was a good idea when I started DH mountain biking. I had arm scabs once that ran from my elbow to wrist after a failed gap attempt, when my forearms and face were the first thing to stop my flailing body after pulling the chute mid air.
I seem to recall getting chewed up pretty good playing indoor soccer too. Those fields are a cess pool of bacteria and infection waiting to happen.
I had the fingers on one hand smashed while working up north in an isolated construction site. Every night for a while, I'd be sticking a needle under my nails to draw the blood out to relieve the pressure. Hurt like hell, but was very satisfying in a weird way, even better than picking scabs.
I seem to recall getting chewed up pretty good playing indoor soccer too. Those fields are a cess pool of bacteria and infection waiting to happen.
Ugh thinking about those fields now is pretty disgusting.
I'm surprised I never got any infections from the soccer center, sweat + blood + skin + possible spit all on that nasty turf.
It never occurred to me that a scab could be gross. You must be extremely sensitive.
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