I'll Show You Mine...

Okay. It's been a full week since my co-worker went home with the chicken pox, which I've never had in life.

Skin is still okay aside from some dryness that lotion can't fix. But damn, I'm itchin' just thinking about it. I missed out on a lot when I was growing up. I've never even had a broken bone...unless you count my nose from when i slipped in the tub. Blood all over the place, it was great.

Another time, I had a gash in my eyebrow because I ran too close to those metal cables that keep telephone pole standing. I felt the metal slice through my eyebrow when I went down for the count. Mom was none to happy about that. It meant that I missed two weeks of pre-paid swim lessons. She was even more upset when I ran and tripped all over broken glass at the park, causing pieces of glass to be buried under my skin. You know she heated up a sewing needle over the stove and tried to dig the glass out of my open wound later on that day.

The latest deformity I have is from a snorkeling trip I went on in the Philippines last year. Picture this...clear water, a ton of fish and some pandesal in your hand to feed the fish. Sounds great, right? Well it was...until I somehow found my way to a growth of coral. Coral looks soft and mushy in the water right? Wrongo kids. My whole upper torso brushed against it and I was gashed badly. Coral is crazy sharp, not to mention a living being that secretes stinging liquid. There I was...gashed on my chest and the fish that were feeding out of my hand are now swimming up to my face and eating the loose skin hanging off my body. That scar never went away.

I'd talk about the beating my body has had from dancing (pinched nerve, yo), but that's not as exciting as all the gore I've experienced as a kid. A big 23 year old kid.