hello and welcome to my second storytime from my storytime series! Basically I just tell random dvmb stories from my life because I really like telling ppl about them and thought this would be a good way to get it out of my system! So today Im going to tell you how I got my second scar, on my forehead. erm its kinda dvmb- tw. mentions of bl00d so I was around 6 at the time maybe? idk, it was my great grandmas bday and I had just got back from dance so we were all getting ready to celebrate ! And lemme admit something, I would really like doing wcrps with myself back than and Im a maladaptive daydreamer, if you don't know what that means I highly recommend researching/searching it up and coming back :) So at the time my fixation was warrior cats, so I weirdly used to pace around on my frigging bathroom counter. I know its really weird. So everyone was downstairs getting ready for cake while I was supposed to be changing out of my dance clothes but I had already, except my socks. Now these dance socks are VERY slippery. So obviously I slip off the counter- I cling onto the counter for dear life, hoping I don't fall and you know what happens? I fall again- And hit my head on the corner of a door. Uhm so I tried patching it up on my own- watered down the bl00d a little bit slapped a band aid on it and called it a day! I went downstairs cus' everyone was waiting for me. I don't remember that well but Im pretty sure I still had bl00d on my face? idk- My mom sees the huge bandaid right on my forhead and is obviously worried. She asks me what happened like any normal person would. I look at her, thinking that she could totally help me with this situation! Yknow what I tell her? I tell her I have a bruise. Yup I told her there was a bruise on my forehead and I smacked a bandaid on it. Uhm..I wasn't the brightest lightbulb in the shed back then- anyway she now stares at me pulls me closer and rips the bandaid off my head no warning and gasps once she sees what happened. So I go to the ER wait for like 20 minutes I think? Refuse to let them give me stitches, instead I have them put this special bandaid on my head that helped pull it back together. You know the worst part about this? I get home and the cake for my great grandmas birthday has nuts in it. Im very much allergic to all types of nuts. I tbh didn't even care that I had just split open my head I was just upset about the cake- anyways bye peeps, have a good day/night! xD
what's funny is my mom has a scar in the same exact place-
