Show Us Your Scars

All three of us are regretting it. Oh, and hippy my short term memory doesn't last that long. Soon I shall probably start a topic on chainlines....

It's not really short-term. The thread was months ago. I think that means I have better long-term memory coz I remember sh1t like that but forget the conversation I had the day before when I asked my mates for directions somewhere.. they were:
"we had this exact conversation yesterday - don't you friggin' remember"
"um.. we did? nup. no idea. so.. where's the shop?"

lol - my mates call me "goldfish" for the exact same reason

That's much more pleasant than what my mates call me.. ;)

lpg you really DO have a forumgraphic memory ...

My memory has a 2" scar on it where I branded my temporal lobe with a tin opener.

RPM I have a 10 inch long scar running from waist to groin, which I ain't taking pictures of my rude bits!

from an mtb accident where I got a massive haematoma.

7 nights in hospital
3 blood transfusions
operation to remove 1 1/2 litres of congealed blood
2 drain tubes in my side for 5 days attached to two bottles
left leg swelled to twice normal size
groin, lower back and legs solidly purple with bruising
cant remember how many stitches

6 weeks off work (I took 3) unpaid, uninsured.

2 follow up clinics

permanently numb left flank ( the bit on the upper thigh/hip) For the rest of my life.

I don't subscribe to the "scars are cool" thing any more, sorry.

:o bloody hell.

The worst that's happened to me is I landed on my left shoulder from about 5m high, on my old mtb. Swelled up loads and couldn't move it for ages. wasn't broken though!

And when I was about 11 I cycled head on in to a lampost. Front wheel struck, back end of the bike popped up, I flew mouth first into the lampost and broke my front right tooth into 2 pieces. 2/3rds broke off, nerve hanging out and lots of blood. Air + tooth nerve = pain.

hippy It's even got the same name! http://www.londonfgss.com/discussion/59/show-us-your-scars/

I'll submit my animated MRI again. Go the brain surgery!

was it that big bump on your head you had removed ...?

I don't get what's wrong with it. I see gullet, oesophagus, grey matter, white matter. I'm not that up on my neurology, haha.

Actually, is there a break in the top of your skull? towards the front, but still on the top of your head (on the frame where your nose it least obvious).

i'm sure i've seen that on an episode of the simpsons

the-smiling-buddha was it that big bump on your head you had removed ...?

That's not a bump on my head.. that's where they "went in". Hence the submission for scars.. 'cept I have it covered by hair now.

Ouch.

1st big crash.
Last night I met punkpixel in hoxton square for a drink before heading home. Got on my way towards holborn when I felt the presence of another fixed rider behind me. Within a couple of minutes we were enjoying a perfectly healthy two-man alleycat race complete with banter and sporadic conversation. Everything was going just swell with the whole don't-stop-for-anything rules, when we were confronted by one of those westminster 7 1/2 tonne council-recycling lorries crossing across our side of the road. no problem, just go in front or behind it. Seeing as there was about a 10-12 ft gap between the lorry and the slow moving traffic moving toward us which it obviously wanted to join, and being slighty ahead, I decided to skim past the front of it. Except, as my crank was level with the nearside corner, I felt it move forward, clearly keen to take advantage of the newly formed gap in the traffic. WHACK!
Next thing I knew I as spinning around like a turtle on its back, sliding into the oncoming traffic. You know, lights everywhere and people gathering around. I looked for michael (the courier I was racing), expecting him to have long gone, and realised somehow we had both hit the deck.
Anyway, the two fellas in the lorry came over, dressed in their white plastic cleaning overalls to check we were still in one piece, apologising profusely. "man, you guys must have been going, like, 30 miles per hour or something" After checking our bikes over, and discovering that (amazingly) they were both fine, no buckles, cracks or punctures, we set off for the john snow to take the edge off.
So close, but very, very relieved to still be writing this and alive today, all the moreso considering we got hit by a lorry, and not a car. Shoulder feels broken, but it still moves, so is probably ok. Very sore today though. Maybe its time to get a helmet for when the next time the lorry hits me a foot higher...

geeeeeez, your lucky there man..

im with RPM after a year of freeriding i began to see the light and invisted in shinnys, my shins dont look too bad now but it=ve had lots of redicuiously deep pedal dashes lovely jubely

Dominiclincoln - Woah, you and the courier are seriously lucky you didn't get killed. Careful around lorries! Thankfully they saw you, too, since they saw how fast you were going.

I wish I could blame a lorry for my crashes. dominiclincoln, i suffered almost exactly the same injuries as you recently, was riding my fixie for the first time down a big hill without a helmet. The difference is i knocked myself out completely and cant remember any of it. I didnt just graze my shoulder though, I buggered the collarbone & pulled or ripped a muscle too. Still recovering from that, had my first semi long fixed ride today, glad to be back, now with SPDs instead of shitty plastic toe clips.

Shattered elbow riding cycle speedway (or rather, not being very good at riding cycle speedway). Pedal strike high-sided me, stuck the arm out to break the fall, and broke it instead.

Top arm bone got split up the middle, bottom had a chunk broken off at the elbow. Now held together by metal bars, screws, pins and wires. Roughly 8 inch scar where they opened it up.

Bizarrely, because I hadn't really damaged any nerve endings it really didn't hurt that much, just couldn't move the arm. Mind you, I didn't turn down the offer of morphine.... 3 days before I got operated on, can't straighten the arm properly, and it still gives me occasional gip, but at least I can use it!

ouch!

Good lord what is that?

a man with one very big ball

Looks like branding on a side of pork.

I shattered my elbow racing office chairs in the street anth. Hit a curb and went over backwards saving the bottle of red in my hand in favour of my elbow.
Dumb drunkness.

It's blocked here.. must be juicy! ;)

That's the new fad of engraving into skin until the blood runs.