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Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Nj Temp Disability W2
I was asked about the origins of my scars - then I'm going to divulge a few: The largest and longest of my body is on the right forearm, is about 15 centimeters long and the result of a dislocated forearm Group. Nothing but a violent and Ellen spoke breakage, where a few inches shattered bones and cuts were postponed in the forearm. How did that happen? At 17, while skating - I wanted to jump in about a 1.50 meter high edge (about the same as in the picture) - lost his balance and fell back - the doctors said me afterwards that my wrist guards are responsible for this complex fracture. I would not wear, I was just the broken wrist, the arm broke off literally on the schooner ... Result was a total of 3 operations, a rail, six screws and a 30 inch wire in the arm for half a year. The arm I had then I think almost 3 months left to shoulder in a cast and all degenerated muscle tissue. By the way, Klausururen to write with left as some sort of right-handed is not the yellow of the egg. 
Then I three 'holes in the head' - results from including a fight with my cousin Thomas imm tender age of 7 and a scar on my right 'middle finger' I've incurred while diving in a murky lake in a sharp stone. So the tussle that was this: We both have somehow pulled in front of the bed on a pillow and some time he has released, I flew back and his head just to the extremely sharp edge of the bed ... 
on the sole of my left foot is still one to which I have very unpleasant memories. With 12 or 13, I was with my former schoolmate Henning 'in the bushes' on the move to build huts or anything, as I entered the broken bottles bottom of a carelessly discarded beer bottle - the sharp edge slit my rubber boots on easy and stayed in the tender Kinderfußsohle . Insert I felt lost eight liters of blood, cried together the whole neighborhood and have the memory of it until today.
What are your scar stories?
on the sole of my left foot is still one to which I have very unpleasant memories. With 12 or 13, I was with my former schoolmate Henning 'in the bushes' on the move to build huts or anything, as I entered the broken bottles bottom of a carelessly discarded beer bottle - the sharp edge slit my rubber boots on easy and stayed in the tender Kinderfußsohle . Insert I felt lost eight liters of blood, cried together the whole neighborhood and have the memory of it until today. What are your scar stories?
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