Day 12 — Explain how you got one of your scars.

Oh I have a good scar to tell a story about, actually I think it's the only scar I have.

On the right lower part of my neck I have what looks like a little patch of freckles.  It is very easy to see in the sun but a bit hard to find indoors.  It is in fact a scar, a burn scar.  The culprit of my scar. . .mushroom soup!

The incident happened in 2004 the day before my cousins high school grad.  I was making myself some mushroom soup for dinner.  I brought it to a boil and immediately poured it into a bowl.  I then grabbed the bowl, my cell phone, the house phone and a spoon and headed downstairs to watch some TV with my brother.  I'm sure you all remember Juice Box.

Well if you've known me for any length of time you know that I fall on stairs all the time.  I don't know what it is about them but I just seem to have trouble grasping the concept of how they work.  I've fallen up stairs, down stairs, I've fallen over railings and while standing still on a step I've managed to tumble to the ground.  I'm sure this makes it quite clear as to where I'm headed with my blog entry.

So hands and arms full up I was on my way.  I don't think I got past the second step when I slipped.  Phones everywhere, spoon nowhere to be found and boiling mushroom soup all over my face and neck.  I screamed while my back pounded on each step until I hit the landing then I was just screaming.  My brother came running up to see what the hell was going on.  Apparently because of my shrieks he thought I had broken my arm and was preparing to see a bone sticking out as he reached the landing.  There was soup everywhere!  Literally everywhere!

I could barely wash my face after that because the burns hurt to bad.  Think of the last time you burnt your hand on something and how bad it hurt to do anything, yeah, that was on my face and neck!  The next day I looked like a sloppy burn victim who had gotten beat up as well.  I looked like I had two black eyes and caked on egg all over the right side of my face and down my neck.  It was horrible.

Well it all healed up, thank goodness!  The only thing that remains to keep the memory of that awful moment is the patch on my neck that never went away.

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