I don't mind them as each one tells a story and that I have survived them all.
I have a scar on my left side of my chest where i had a Hickman Line put in and the skin grew over it, and when it was removed 3 months later, I bled quite a bit.
I have scar tissue on my back from the amount of epidurals I had inserted at the base of my spine, which later on weakened my back to the point of breaking it sometime later.
I have scars on my stumps from surgery after having my legs removed.
I have a scar at the back of my neck from a very passionate encounter with an ex-girlfriend who dug her nails into my neck and took a chunk out!
and my favourite scar was from my days as a Florist, when a large rose thorn pierced my left index finger and left a beautiful scar.
These scars are only the physical ones I have as I also have the mental scars and PTSD ones.
It shows that I have lived and fought in this life of mine.
No comments:
Post a Comment