From what I can remember:
11 on left pointer finger. Last day of HS classes, buddy and I helping a guy move a chunk of concrete pathway. Going to drop on the count of 3, he drops on 2. Left some meat on the underside of that slab. When the doctor was giving me anesthesia he hit every nerve with the needle and it was just pouring out of the finger anyways. F it, stitch them ####s up so I can go I have exams to take.
3 on right palm. Learning to wheelie bikes as a kid, fell and had marble shaped rock drove into my hand that they had to pull out.
6 on right hand knuckle from a metal shear.
6 on my chin. Brother swinging me around by my feet and my chin hit the coffee table. On the ride back to the farm I had pulled them all out. So back to town to get 6 more, this time rubber so I couldn't pull them out. So I guess 12 there.
8 on my right knee from a footpeg on my dirtbike.
Last summer I ruptured my right distal biceps tendon. Bicep was only connected at the shoulder, can't remember how many the surgeon used to reattach but used 7 to close it up.
My family always jokes that my sister was the stitches queen, brother was the broken bone king and I was the concussion commander.
...what were we talking about again?
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