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teacup of sunshine
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Join Date: Mar 2008
Location: curator of the WTFbus museum
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Jul 8th, 2011, 10:42 PM
I think I said this before but when I was 5 my brother cut my thumb off with a pair of scissors and they had to reattach it. There's just a railroad-track scar around the joint and every once in a while if I hit it on something just right it tinglehurts like hell.
The good that came of it, though, was that it gave me a way to tell left from right. My kindergarden teacher said "your right hand is the hand you use", and I'm left-handed, so I was fucked up from the beginning. When the doctor was doing the sutures I heard him say it was my right thumb so I was like "Oh, ok." To this day I sometimes look for the scar if I'm drawing a blank.
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