Scar stories : The One on My Left Elbow

It was the summer of 2007. I wanted to go into town. I didn't have a car, so my transportation options were biking, rollerblading or walking there; I chose to rollerblade.

There's a bike path not too far from where I live, so I walked there with my bag slung over one shoulder and skates on the other. I felt great when I finally buckled on my skates and headed north toward the town. I didn't go very fast, but the difference in speed was noticeable enough for me to get a breeze on my face.

After checking out items at the (blissfully air-conditioned) library I made my way back to the bike path and toward the house of my best friend from high school. The center is at a slightly higher elevation than the rest of the town, so it was easier going on the return trip and had gravity working in my favor.

That is, until I went over a twig (a twig!) that was just large enough to get caught between the wheels in my right foot skate and I was pitched forward to the edge of the path.

I got nasty nickel-sized wound on my left elbow but I landed mostly on my right arm and a dull pain radiated from my wrist to my shoulder. Initially I was in shock, but quickly I started to feel annoyed, and this feeling was exacerbated by the three bikers who sped past me, who had to have seen my epic fall, and didn't even bother to ask me if I was okay. Those high and mighty bikers, wheeling along too quickly to care about little old me. Well, no matter, I could take care of myself. I traded my skates for sneakers, walked to my friend's house and dressed the wound there. Over the following days it would become gangrenous, then harden into a tight, itchy scab and ultimately leave an unremarkable scar.

The End.

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