try to hold me down. He then sticks a needle in my foot and cleans it out and then he pulls out the thread and starts sewing my foot together, This is where all of the screaming and crying began. Once I was done my Uncle, who was waiting for us in the waiting room, told us that my screaming could be heard outside the building and was freaking out the patients. I ended up getting 16 stiches in my foot and that was the end of that family vacation.
The 3rd and final story I have to tell is about my face plant and bloody lip story. I was at Boy scouts and it was the middle of winter, we were doing something outside so silly old me thought it would be a good idea to play on the ice covered wheel chair entrance. I was running in place for a solid 2.4 seconds when BAM I slip and fall and smoke my face on the ground. Everyone was asking if I was okay and of course tough boy me said yes. Then they shined a light and we realized that once again I was covered in blood. My lip was nearly completely busted in half and only a tiny piece of flesh was holding it together. Off to the hospital we go again and take a seat and wait and wait and wait for an opening. When we finally get a room the doctors numbs my lip and starts sewing away. After 4 stiches the numbness started to wear off. Then on the 5th stich I could feel the pain. I asked for them to give me some more pain medicine, but they insisted I could handle it, so the final two stiches I received were filled with pain as the needle was stabbed into my swelled up lip.
In the end I have had a total of 23 stiches and one staple and I’m proud of it, except the one at the Boy Scout meeting that was a stupid move on my part. Each of these scars has a great, interesting, funny, and bloody story behind it. You know what they always say right? No pain No gain. In that case you could say I have gained quite a bit.