Our scars define us

So my picture for yesterday, March 3rd, is of the scar that is on my knee. I only ever notice or think about it when one of my kids ask me how I got it (even though I have told them the story 100 times) or when I'm laying out! Yesterday it was due to a day of laying out. I received this scar from my own plain clumsiness. I was trying to find something in my garage in the summer of 2009. I climbed over my car to grab something and in doing so I sliced my knee on my license plate. I didn't really feel it, I just saw the blood gushing out of my knee. I quickly wrapped it with a cloth and headed to Carenow. When I got there, I begin to panic. I explained to the nurse that I was leaving for Vegas in the morning and I'm planning on getting some major sun and that I really didn't want stiches because I knew that would cause me to not be able to go in the water. She apologized that I felt that way, but was probably going to need them. So I waited and waited until the doctor came to see me. After a tetanus shot he came to the conclusion that if I didn't get stitches then it probably would not leave a scar. I was pretty excited! But of course he was quite wrong. I now have a one inch scar that will never vanish from my once very scar-free legs. I admit it, I've always liked my legs. So now everytime I look at my scar, I think dangit. I should have just sucked it up and gotten the stitches. So I will always have my scar to show how graceful I am and I just thought it was a good story to tell! The moral is- just get the stitches!





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