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I was in a pretty wretched car accident last year on October 30th. I wasn’t hurt at all except for a little “hole” in my left arm where glass from the window got me. I have a little scar there–a little raised circle. And it’s still pink.
The doctor told me it would be red for awhile, but fade within a year. Well, since that whole week of October 30th is what I am counting down to, I can tell you that is now 72 days away. And I’m still pinky-red. It kind of bothers me. The scar itches sometimes. It’s the only noticeable scar I have, and I don’t like it.
I have a few other interesting and less noticeable scars. I can feel one behind my ear where my parents’ dog tried to take off my ear when I was a toddler. I have a small line on my foot where someone/I? managed to open the door at church onto my foot. And I have a scar on my chin, from when I thought it would be a good idea to walk on the garden planks in my grandma’s back yard with my eyes closed while playing hide and seek with my cousin. Fell on a plank and busted my chin straight open. I was 6.
I’ve worried about the possible scars from having this baby. I really, really don’t want to have a c-section. I’d never even been in the hospital until two years ago (except for above incidents, which I don’t remember) and I am truly horrified of having surgery. I’ve been nervous about just staying overnight in the hospital since I haven’t ever before. But, you know what? Some things are just not worth worrying over. What will happen will happen. Maybe I’ll have this ideal non-medicated childbirth where I only have to push for minutes. Probably not. But it’s something I am forcing myself to relax about.
As Someone very wise once said, all this worrying is not going to make me one stinking inch taller. Unfortunately. So I need to let it go.