I've had sutures twice...once in my mouth (oral surgery when I was a teen) and once in a locale nobody will ever see...that was AWFUL though, eighteen surface stitches, I forget how many internal ones, had to have a rubber "drain" in the wound...and STILL took a secondary infection, for which I was on antibiotics for a month and a LOT of painkillers.
Most of my other scars are from animals. Massive gash on my left leg from a dog attack, SHOULD have had stitches but didn't...my arms are lines all over with small, faint scars from bites and scratches from dogs and cats, and I have a scar on my lower lip from being bashed in the face by a husky. Ahh the glamorous life of a dog groomer.
My newest scar is from my little otter doe, Pokerface...she gashed me back when I tattooed her and the scab just flaked off yesterday, revealing a new little pink scar. :roll: It'll fade to white eventually and blend with all the rest. :lol:
Also got some really funky perfectly-round white scars on my chest and belly...they're raised and very visible even though it happened when I was 2!!! I tried to climb out of a crib, and there were exposed nails on the inside...I got hung up on the nails and got several bad punctures. I don't remember it at all, of course, but my dad does...he told me it was like a nightmare, screaming baby all covered in blood.
The only other scar I've got is one on my right palm...when I was pretty darn young I was playing up at the Heather property, in the "care" of a babysitter...I fell, put my two front teeth THROUGH my upper lip and broke one of my teeth. Bleeding all over. Babysitter panicked and wouldn't touch me. In my child-brain I knew blood meant bandaids and bandaids mean it's getting better, so I went to get some bandaids. My dad kept a box in the kitchen, in a cupboard...so I tried to climb onto the counter to get to the cupboard. I couldn't see over it (I'm short, okay?) and put my hand down right into a pool of broken glass...babysitter had broken a jar and hadn't cleaned it up. :roll: My parents got home to find me bleeding all over, crying, and sitting in a corner while the babysitter failed to explain anything. I never saw her again. :lol:
Still got the scar on my palm...lip healed fine but my front tooth is still busted. From the front just looks like a bad chip but the back half of the tooth is gone, too. :lol:
Come to think of it I'm kinda all beat up, LOL!!!
Hey Hoodat!!! How're you healing up? My dad had an idea (yeah I told him, LOL), maybe put some electrical tape over the sharp parts?