[ARCHIVED THREAD] - Scissors In The Forehead (Page 1 of 2)
Posted: 12/20/2010 1:15:30 PM EDT
Got this from a friend. Pic has been edited to remove identity...
After working lots of hours and taking care of the kids on my weekends for the last month, I was really looking forward to a little "quiet time." Instead, I get this... My youngest & oldest daughters got into a fight. In a fit, my youngest threw a pair of scissors at her sister, which stuck firmly in her forehead. Many hours & consults later, the scissors are removed, a couple of stitches put in along with a tetanus shot & $80 in anti-biotics, & the little girl is home again. What a weekend... If I put my folks through anything like that, I am truly sorry. |
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How the hell is that not a more serious injury? I'm glad it's not, but I'd assume that would be death or serious brain trauma. I'm assuming it didn't penetrate the skull... It's pretty hard up there and I don't think a kid could throw a pair of scissors hard enough. |
eta...I'm glad she wasn't hurt more seriously. |
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Holy shit! They sure look like they're in there deep!
I threw a fork at my sister once but there was no penetration.  And I sprayed her in the face with bathroom cleanser.
It was all self-preservation though. She was mean and outweighed me by about 50 pounds. I'm glad it doesn't seem to be serious and I hope the thrower learned a valuable lesson about what *could* have happened. |
I'm a horrible person for laughing... |
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See jocks? Don't fuck with the fat nerd playing WoW. That'll learn ya. |
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Holy shit! They sure look like they're in there deep! I threw a fork at my sister once but there was no penetration. And I sprayed her in the face with bathroom cleanser.
It was all self-preservation though. She was mean and outweighed me by about 50 pounds. I'm glad it doesn't seem to be serious and I hope the thrower learned a valuable lesson about what *could* have happened. When I was six, I went crying to my father begging him to stop my older sister from picking on me. He said he wouldn't always be around to fight my battles for me. "But she's bigger than I am." "Then you must be smarter. Or meaner. Or both." he replied. Motherfuck a rubber duck, talk about an epiphany. A couple nights later, I waited for her to go to sleep, carefully slipped my little leather belt around her neck, took a deep breath, jerked it tight, and held on. When her thrashing started to slow down, I loosened the belt, leaned down a whispered in her ear, "Daddy says if you touch me again, I can kill you." I never had any further trouble with her, and to this day, on the rare occasions when we're passing a night under the same roof, she sleeps with her door locked. Makes me smile. Jane |
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Holy shit! They sure look like they're in there deep! I threw a fork at my sister once but there was no penetration. And I sprayed her in the face with bathroom cleanser.
It was all self-preservation though. She was mean and outweighed me by about 50 pounds. I'm glad it doesn't seem to be serious and I hope the thrower learned a valuable lesson about what *could* have happened. When I was six, I went crying to my father begging him to stop my older sister from picking on me. He said he wouldn't always be around to fight my battles for me. "But she's bigger than I am." "Then you must be smarter. Or meaner. Or both." he replied. Motherfuck a rubber duck, talk about an epiphany. A couple nights later, I waited for her to go to sleep, carefully slipped my little leather belt around her neck, took a deep breath, jerked it tight, and held on. When her thrashing started to slow down, I loosened the belt, leaned down a whispered in her ear, "Daddy says if you touch me again, I can kill you." I never had any further trouble with her, and to this day, on the rare occasions when we're passing a night under the same roof, she sleeps with her door locked. Makes me smile. Jane I've missed you, my love. 
My examples weren't nearly so cold and calculating. I did learn to hold my own though. 
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Quoted: Quoted: Holy shit! They sure look like they're in there deep! I threw a fork at my sister once but there was no penetration. And I sprayed her in the face with bathroom cleanser. It was all self-preservation though. She was mean and outweighed me by about 50 pounds. I'm glad it doesn't seem to be serious and I hope the thrower learned a valuable lesson about what *could* have happened. When I was six, I went crying to my father begging him to stop my older sister from picking on me. He said he wouldn't always be around to fight my battles for me. "But she's bigger than I am." "Then you must be smarter. Or meaner. Or both." he replied. Motherfuck a rubber duck, talk about an epiphany. A couple nights later, I waited for her to go to sleep, carefully slipped my little leather belt around her neck, took a deep breath, jerked it tight, and held on. When her thrashing started to slow down, I loosened the belt, leaned down a whispered in her ear, "Daddy says if you touch me again, I can kill you." I never had any further trouble with her, and to this day, on the rare occasions when we're passing a night under the same roof, she sleeps with her door locked. Makes me smile. Jane    Um remind me to not mess with you |
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wow
my brother chucked a solid metal firetruck at my head when we were young and still can't grow hair in that spot, i hit my brother in the head with a metal baseball bat (on accident) above the eye when we were young and he still has a nice big scar but we never threw scissors or other sharp objects 
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Quoted: Quoted: Holy shit! They sure look like they're in there deep! I threw a fork at my sister once but there was no penetration. And I sprayed her in the face with bathroom cleanser. It was all self-preservation though. She was mean and outweighed me by about 50 pounds. I'm glad it doesn't seem to be serious and I hope the thrower learned a valuable lesson about what *could* have happened. When I was six, I went crying to my father begging him to stop my older sister from picking on me. He said he wouldn't always be around to fight my battles for me. "But she's bigger than I am." "Then you must be smarter. Or meaner. Or both." he replied. Motherfuck a rubber duck, talk about an epiphany. A couple nights later, I waited for her to go to sleep, carefully slipped my little leather belt around her neck, took a deep breath, jerked it tight, and held on. When her thrashing started to slow down, I loosened the belt, leaned down a whispered in her ear, "Daddy says if you touch me again, I can kill you." I never had any further trouble with her, and to this day, on the rare occasions when we're passing a night under the same roof, she sleeps with her door locked. Makes me smile. Jane I am going to be in my bunk |
(glad the kiddos ok, but that pix is hysterical) |
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Holy shit! They sure look like they're in there deep! I threw a fork at my sister once but there was no penetration. And I sprayed her in the face with bathroom cleanser.
It was all self-preservation though. She was mean and outweighed me by about 50 pounds. I'm glad it doesn't seem to be serious and I hope the thrower learned a valuable lesson about what *could* have happened. When I was six, I went crying to my father begging him to stop my older sister from picking on me. He said he wouldn't always be around to fight my battles for me. "But she's bigger than I am." "Then you must be smarter. Or meaner. Or both." he replied. Motherfuck a rubber duck, talk about an epiphany. A couple nights later, I waited for her to go to sleep, carefully slipped my little leather belt around her neck, took a deep breath, jerked it tight, and held on. When her thrashing started to slow down, I loosened the belt, leaned down a whispered in her ear, "Daddy says if you touch me again, I can kill you." I never had any further trouble with her, and to this day, on the rare occasions when we're passing a night under the same roof, she sleeps with her door locked. Makes me smile. Jane awesome you win 87 interwebs for today! |
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Quoted: Quoted: Holy shit! They sure look like they're in there deep! I threw a fork at my sister once but there was no penetration. And I sprayed her in the face with bathroom cleanser. It was all self-preservation though. She was mean and outweighed me by about 50 pounds. I'm glad it doesn't seem to be serious and I hope the thrower learned a valuable lesson about what *could* have happened. When I was six, I went crying to my father begging him to stop my older sister from picking on me. He said he wouldn't always be around to fight my battles for me. "But she's bigger than I am." "Then you must be smarter. Or meaner. Or both." he replied. Motherfuck a rubber duck, talk about an epiphany. A couple nights later, I waited for her to go to sleep, carefully slipped my little leather belt around her neck, took a deep breath, jerked it tight, and held on. When her thrashing started to slow down, I loosened the belt, leaned down a whispered in her ear, "Daddy says if you touch me again, I can kill you." I never had any further trouble with her, and to this day, on the rare occasions when we're passing a night under the same roof, she sleeps with her door locked. Makes me smile. Jane OMG!!! LOL!!!!! DAT is how you take care of bidness!!!! |
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