I had a mishap at work with a knife and a nectarine. I just wanted nectarine slices and I ended up with stitches. It's such a lame story I'm debating making up a lie about a knife fight or getting attacked by some ravenous animal.
The knife slipped when cutting the nectarine and I got this big gash. I may have even seen bone, or maybe it was me hallucinating from all the blood loss.
The aftermath, 5 stitches. I was having a mini anxiety attack when Matt and I went to the instacare. Luckily the doctor could tell I was freaking out and treated me like he treats his child patients. It worked like a charm!
I'm just hoping scar looks cool!
Okay, that's a good start to your scar history little missy and we're pretty impressed, but you're gonna have to do a lot better than that if you want to beat your mom in the scar length department (think Eric c-section) or Dad for number of scars on a single body (I personally counted over 100 back on his 30th b-day and he has so many more today now that he's an old fart!) So, what are you going to name this scar? Does it growl or have any other special properties like Dad's scars do? Be glad it's on your hand and not on your face! But seriously, sorry to hear about it and hope it heals up quick! :)
ReplyDeleteMY GOSH! THE REAL QUESTION HERE, IS .... WAS THE NECTARINE EVEN DELICIOUS ENOUGH TO MAKE IT WORTH IT?
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