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Published on: 06 May 2010 by bear14
Okay, so, I posted a question about lost senses, and people want to know how I lost my sense of smell...Well, in my theory (I don't remember any of this stuff....it was basically told to me when I was old enough to understand), it was on November 23, 1994. I would have been 3 and 3 months. My dad allowed my 3 older sisters and myself ride of the bucket of a bobcat. (Here's a picture for those of you who don't know what a bobcat is) The picture didn't add for some stupid reason. but here's a link http://www.proviewlandscape.com/topic/bobcat.jpg
Anyway, we were riding on it, and well, me being just 3 years old, I guess I was too close to the edge and well...I fell off the bucket. I don't know how high we were, but I'm sure I was unconcious, so I wouldn't have felt anything. Well, did my dad notice? No. I got ran over (those things are around like 6000 pounds). I broke my skull and my nose (I have a scar proving the broken skull, but not the nose). My dad went with me in the ambulance (I was airlifted and flown to Winnipeg) while my mom said at home until she found a sitter for my sisters. Once she did, she drove the Winnipeg (3 1/2 hour drive), and had friends show her the way to the hospital. My dad wanted to kill himself for what he did (he has guns for hunting) so when my dad went home, my mom called a good neighbour to take the guns away (he kept them for about 6 months). My mom stay with me while I was in the ICU for 6 weeks; she stayed at the Ronald McDonald Charity House. You can't notice that my nose was broken because the doctors fixed it without leaving a scar...apparently your face can be peeled right off (gross I know). After that, I went to physical therapy for 3 years (you'd think I'd remember that, but I don't). And here I am today (with many more accidents in between....being bit by a dog on the check [got tiny scars], and getting hit in the nose with a wooden bat). I’ll put top views first, and then right and then left. The scar goes from ear to ear right over my head. Oh and because of this I've also had surgery on my eyes; once when I was 3 or 4, and then again when I was 14. I did this because my left eye was like the wrong way, like just slightly outward (but it was noticeable).