[Bond]

I got staples on the back of my head when I was seven (fell down and hit my head on a wooden chair), but, if you must know, that wasn't the worst:

When I was six, I had my left ball lowered. It wouldn't descend, so they decided to make it do so. Also, I was apparently circumcised that day, also. Alas, all I can remember is watching The Aristocats from my hospital bed, curled up over a blanket.

When I was an infant, the doctors went around my intestines because they though there wasa blockage. If you've ever seen the episode of House where the surgeons go through the gypsy kid's intestines like it's some ginormous python, that's what it was like.

At eight through nine, tubes were put in my ears for fear of water. Fortunately, I outgrew those problems.

And those are my major surgeries. As you can see, none of them are as dramatic/traumatic as yours.

[Deepsycher]

Oh I see. Staples in the head now that is awful. At about six I accidentally trod on a large nail that went through my foot upwards from a bonfire pit. I should have been more careful but the nails were black and matched the colour of the coal remains on the ground. Painful for days but I didn't have to go to hospital.

Now looking about the word I didn't know circumcised I get an idea of what you mean by a traumatic event from the intestine blockage and ear tube thing. Of course I wouldn't know as it never happened to me.

Well I am fortunate apart from some other factors but they were not surgery related.

This post has been edited by Deepsycher: 22 July 2007 - 09:47 PM

[Bond]

No, staples are like stitches, only more durable, I would think.

They were put in because I cracked my head open on a chair. Simple as that.

This post has been edited by Bond: 22 July 2007 - 09:48 PM

[Deepsycher]

You fell, hit your head on a chair and got stitches.

I got stitches on my knee from a glass accident but it didn't involving hitting my head.

[Bond]

Well, it was pretty heady stuff for a seven-year-old, you know?

[Deepsycher]

Yes. I don't know how to describe that situation.

Maybe coincidental accident prone or misfortunate prone?

No, staples are like stitches, only more durable, I would think.

They were put in because I cracked my head open on a chair. Simple as that.

I am sorry I didn't see your edit.

You cracked your skull open?

Now that is trauma!

I had many accidents but I didn't have anything that severe from them.

Maybe people do appreciate life more when they go through pain or trauma or know when they don't have long more to live. Sadly I don't seem to be appreciating mine too well.

Most importantly is everything okay with yourself now?

This post has been edited by Deepsycher: 22 July 2007 - 10:14 PM

[Bond]

Not my skull, no. I simply got a huge gash. I don't know the specifics, as I was very young then, but I have never been able to grow hair on that patch again.

[Jane Sherwood]

...You had me at, "I had my left ball lowered." Yeesh. I am so glad that, as a female, testicular pain is something I will never be able to experience or even fully understand.

Also: circumcision at age six? Aren't they supposed to do that when you're an infant?

I don't know anything about tubes in the ears, though. What's that about?

This post has been edited by Jane Sherwood: 22 July 2007 - 11:00 PM

[Bond]

Ear tubes, to help drain water from the ears that would get stuck.

[Bond]

Er, where is everyone? I'm getting depressed.

[Deepsycher]

I went to bed for another miserable day.

[Slade]

I slept HORRIBLY last night. I went to bed right on time to get 8 hours of sleep and still have time to get ready for class. So naturally, after going to bed at 1am with a plan of getting up at 8:45 to get ready, I randomly woke up at 5:02, and again at 7:35. >< I feel pretty crappy.

Janey: YES, that are supposed to not randomly decide to circumsize you when you're six. I think at that point, there should be consent given by the child since it's such a ridiculously minor, almost purely cosmetic/wacky-religious choice at this point, unless it was for some sort of important medical reason that it had to be removed. Seriously. Here's what solves the foreskin problem: "Johnny, don't forget to wash under there when you take a bath/shower." We're not living in the desert two thousand years ago where you could get sand in there and nobody could bathe properly, and I don't think any supreme deity is so anal that he/she is concerned with whether you have the foreskin he/she gave you to begin with or not. If that's the case, you need to change deities.

Bond: What the hell was anyone doing descending your testicle at age six? The onset of male puberty (when that stuff happens on its own) isn't until age nine or ten!! *reads* Ooooh. That sort of descent. I didn't think anybody had that problem. But now I know, and hooray for corrective surgery. I wasn't thinking descent out of the body. Of course, I could also just have a poor memory of my own early life. Oh well.

[Bond]

No, it just wouldn't go down. I don't remember much about before the operation, but I do have a hell of a scar going down my nutsack now.

[Deepsycher]

Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid!! incovenient times these insurance companies call. I can't even say a word without sound loud for nearly an hour. They ask stupid questions about neighbours that I don't even know of and is non of our business.

[Bond]

Oh, dear. That sounds terrible.