Over the course of my life I’ve had twenty seven stitches. They came in groups of:
The next is the eleven stitches in my head from the car accident in 1986. I got t-boned on Mineral Sprint Ave. in North Providence, RI and of course back then I didn’t even think of wearing a seat belt. Funny how invincible you feel when you’re in your early twenties.
After the car accident when they were stitching me up they told me I’d have to come back to get the stitches out. I told them I didn’t want to have to do that so they gave me the removal kit which consists of a pair of hooked scissors. Just snip the stitch and pull out by the knot. Did that for the head and the finger.
Of course when I tell people about that they get a little queasy. If they really wanted queasy they could see the stitching process on my finger. That would be enough to make most people get a little bit sick to their stomach. The only thing that made me lose focus was that needle between the fingers. Yow!