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:	post by ArrowHead nli at 2005-09-10 15:41:15

1) I get severe migraines 2-4 times a year. Horrible shit: projectile vomiting, intense pain, etc... but I consider myself lucky. My poor mother gets them multiple times a WEEK.

2) In elementary school there was a stupid fad where kids would scrape the yellow paint off their #2 pencils so they'd be bare wood colored. (I know, they sell 'em that way now). Me and some kid were using scissors to scrape off the paint on our pencils during class one day when my scissors slipped and went straight through my right hand. Then, to top it off, when I went to the teacher with a bloody tissue over my hand and asked to go to the nurse, he said no! I had to sit through the rest of class, and finally he let me go when I started bleeding all over the desks and some girl got grossed out.

3) I hate dentists. That's why when a dentisit told me I needed to have my wisdom teeth taken out, I decided not to and waited 10 years to take care of them. The pain I was in at the end was ridiculous. I couldn't function for quite a few weeks, and blew through dozens and dozens of painkillers which barely made a difference.

4) I took a really bad beating once in a fight. I actually ended up winning, but the kid had spent about half an hour body slamming me off a concrete wall to make his freinds laugh. At first I just kept getting angrier and angrier, but at some point the kid realized I'd scream and cry if he threw me into the wall HEAD FIRST. I'm pretty sure I got knocked out at least once, and every time he slammed me into the wall I thought it was going to kill me. When he finally stopped and backed off, I grabbed something from my freind (I think it was his bike, I honestly don't remember after 15 years), broke the kid's nose with it, and passed out. The kid ran away with his busted face, I'm lucky he didn't stay and kill me or something worse.

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