“My Brush With Morbidity” by Corella
“When I was 14 I was friends with this dumbass girl who I’ll call ‘Jane’. Anyways, she was seeing this older guy who thought he was cool. In reality, he was just an asshole redneck. Well, I needed a ride home and they were going out so I took a ride with him. I was sitting in the backseat like any normal teenager or moron would do, and Jane was in the passenger seat. We live in a really rural area, and there are dirt and gravel roads everywhere. We happened to be on a particularly bad one to go visit one of Jane’s friends. [Jane's boyfriend] decided he was going to show off, and starting speeding to about 80 miles an hour on a dirt road. We told him to stop, or slow down, but he didn’t listen. I don’t remember exactly what happened but I know he lost control and we went flying 80 miles an hour off a 10 foot embankment to a bunch of shardy rocks. I don’t remember anything until we were walking down the street. I was missing a shoe, and my face was numb. I felt my face and it was full of blood, and I felt my left cheek and noticed there was something hanging: it was a giant flap of skin with glass stuck in it. That’s when I knew I was screwed. I even felt my own cheekbone – it was the most disgusting yet unusual sensation I had ever felt. I felt this sharp pain going up my neck when I touched it but that wasn’t the worst part. When they got me in the ambulance they could barely fit the strap on my head because of massive swelling. I had a really bad concussion and they thought I had fluid on the brain. It was also a redneck hospital to so they lifelited me to another hospital.
“Anyways, the damage:
massive bruising to my left arm,
23 stitches on my face (the scar is humungous and ugly but it’s my ugly scar and I like it),
8 stitches on my ear, which was ripped all the way up (it still looks weird),
cervical stenosis (basically 2 disks were herniated and they took nerves with them causing me non-stop headaches which I still have 5 years later),
a massive concussion (they said my head had swollen to almost double its size)
“The way the police described it was that I hit my head on the dashboard and then bounced to my face going through the windshield…
“My wonderful stupidity paid off, and I live in permanent pain.”
Awful ordeal, but I must say I am incredibly happy that you like your scar. I like my scars too. I think we should all love our scars – after all, they remind us what we’ve been through to be here!
I’m glad you lived and scars are very cool! There’s always a story behind them. I too, live among rednecks.
I think your head was swollen from all the severe facial trauma and not the concussion but it sounds like you’ve had a rough go of it. What happened to your companions? I hope you sued the jerk…
Sorry you had to go through all that. I also have a never-ending headache. So then, can we please see the scar? I bet you look awesome and no one gives you any crap, ever!