“Crust from your wound”? You couldn’t word it a bit more disgustingly?
I’d actually forgotten about this until I saw the post, when I was about 12 or 13 I was on the bus home from the beach and about halfway a a few skaters got on with their girlfriends and I apparently was in a seat they wanted, they sat all around me and just started talking shit, I wasn’t really bother and was giving it back to them, one of the fucker was picking at his crusty knee and managed to pull of a massive scab and he threw it at me like a firsbee and the fucking thing hit and stuck right to my cheek. I flicked it off and stupidly thought I’d get a fair fight so rushed the kid and they all jumped me, bus driver just kept on his route without a care in the world… one of the girlfriends finally got them all off me and we continued a very awkward bus ride
Wow what a story. That sounds pretty bad tbh. I’m sorry you had to experience that.
Is… Is this the actual backstory of… Are you Crusty the Clown by any chance?
Solidified, dead blood. Is it still part of you, or is it just stuck in you like a cork? Quick, rip it off to get rid of this existentialist grey area by throwing it out the window.
Poetic comment
Crust.
I eat my wounds like I do with my sandwiches: no crust.
Well if they didn’t make it so itchy, maybe I wouldn’t have scratched it off. /s
To be fair when it becomes itchy that’s your body getting you to scratch them off.
For me it’s often about 90% done by the time it itches, so it ends up an issue. Not as big of one, sure, but still a little bleeding.
I always feel bad for my platelets when I do that
I’m a grown man; I eat the crust.
Sheen: “Excuse me teacher, the scab I was picking flung off in your direction, can you please give it back?”
I have fast healing so by the time I even notice the scab and pick it off, the skin underneath has already been replaced.
