Battle/War wounds. We all have them. Some of us have more than others. Are you as proud of yours as I am of mine?
Some people think it is weird that I am proud of my battle/war scars and wounds. But, if you think about it, each one that we have tells a story. Depending on which wound it is and how it happened, you might make something up to make it sound more cool. 😉
I’ve got more scars than I can count. I know how I’ve got some and then there are some scars that I have no clue how I got them. It makes me sit back and go “hmmm…”
How cool is it to look at your body and see a scar and be able to look back and know how you got that. Hopefully you learned a lesson from that scar. These scars just have a history. They all tell a story.
My latest battle wounds are from when I crashed my bike on Sunday. I might not have scars from them, but my skin will be a little different color from my scrapes. I’ll have a good story to tell. Moral of these scars?Wear bike gloves. Lol. Take turns a little less sharp when you have a flat tire.
I’ve got a nice scar on my leg and ankle from when I broke those bones. It was a nice spring like day in January. I was heading to the store to pick up some breakfast, so I was just wearing shorts and flip flops. My dad was at the church at a neighbor’s funeral. As I was driving down the street, I noticed that the father of the child whose funeral it was wasn’t at the church because he was having car troubles. So, I ran in to the church to grab my dad (he’s a whiz with cars) and as I ran out of the church with him I ran off the step and stepped down wrong and snap! I broke my leg & ankle; however, I didn’t think it was broken at the time. With help, I limped to my car and proceeded to drive to the store. I told myself if I could find a close enough parking spot I’d still go to the store to get breakfast (the store has a kick ass bakery). I guess it was a good thing that I didn’t find a parking spot.
When I got home, I limped in to the house and my mom (former Army nurse) was convinced it was broken. I waited until my dad got home and he hauled me off to Insta-Care (I fell using crutches leaving there too). Sure enough, my leg was broken.
I made an appointment to go see an orthopedic surgeon and had more x-rays done and that’s when they confirmed my leg AND ankle was broken. It was going to need surgery.
Two weeks after I fell, I had surgery. I now have 6 screws and a piece of metal holding my leg together and I have 2 pins in my ankle holding it together. Awesome scars!!! I love them.
Another thing that I consider scars is my tattoos. I have 4. I know there are some people that go out and get tattoos just to get tattoos. I don’t judge them. It’s their body. It’s up to them. I’m not one of those. Each one of my tattoos represents a part of my life. I’m proud of all 4 tattoos. I can’t wait to get more.
Just in looking, I have 8 scars I can count and 4 tattoos. I am proud of every single one of them.
How many scars do you have? Are you proud of them?