I have had plenty of stitches. A couple in the corner of my eye, a piece of dry wall was stuck in my eye. I had a few in my lip, my fingers, my leg.
I've had 2 elbow surgeries due to baseball, so my elbow has been stapled and stitched.
2 of my favorites:
1) When I was 14 (Thump was 15) and we were practicing run downs at practice. It was a 1st and 3rd situation and I thought I would be the smart one and when Thump got close, I ducked and tried to spin back under him. My hand hit the ground and Thump stepped on with metal spikes. I had 7 stitches on the top f my hand and a few in my fingers.....he mangled my hand, but I was the dumb ass who put his hand on the ground. What an idiot.
2) It was my first weekend at college(Marietta, OH) I knew a couple guys from HS on the FB team. They were having a party and bought be a bottle of Firewater to welcome me to college. I was only 17 and thought I was being cool, so I drank 7-8 beers before going to the party. When I got to their house I drank the entire bottle of Firewater. It was so good when it hit my lips. I was going home with some lucky girl and the next thing I know it was 6:00 AM and I am leaving the hospital in my boxers. I ended up getting 12 staples on the top of my head. The girl I was with said I dropped my keys, bent over to pick them up and when I stood up I hit my head on an old phone booth sticking out of the wall. I guess it was a mess.
Some side notes to this story: I was 17, so the hospital had to call my parents due to me being a minor.....that didn't go over too well.
I was scheduled to play in a scrimmage at 9:00 AM on Sunday. I didn't get back to the dorm until after 6:00 AM. After an hour of sleep I made it to the field to debut for the Marietta College Etta Express. I was batting second in the line-up and when I was on deck in the bottom of the first, I had to run from the on-deck circle and puke behind the dugout. I went 3-4 that day, but Coach Schaly knew what was going on. When he called me later that day, he didn't fall for me having the flu. I was a member of the 20 lap club the entire fall my FR year. What a start to my college career.
I haven't been able to eat or drink anything that smells remotely close to cinnamon.