I moisturize daily.
My regimen has nothing to do with an endless quest for flawless, wrinkle-free skin. On that front, I害羞草研究所檓 happy to let nature run its course and I won害羞草研究所檛 be having any fish-pout procedures anytime soon.
But for more than 20 years now, I害羞草研究所檝e been a moisturizer.
It began in the aftermath of a bout with flesh-eating disease back in 2002. The somewhat terrifying photo (apologies if you害羞草研究所檙e having lunch right now) accompanying this piece shows my skin had a bit of a rough go.
Lost a chunk of tricep and have a couple of nifty scars.
As part of the healing process, I was given a special cream to help deal with the scarring.
I don害羞草研究所檛 use that particular cream anymore, but still out of habit lotion up my arm every day after hopping out of the shower. Most days, I don害羞草研究所檛 even think of the scars, it害羞草研究所檚 just routine.
I thought of those stitches 害羞草研究所� and the photo 害羞草研究所� the other day when I was watching a show about former Toronto Maple Leafs legend Borje Salming.
I recalled that back in the 1980s, he took a skate to the face and was rushed to hospital.
He ended up with something like 300 stitches and looked for all the world like some sort of James Bond movie villain.
It got me wondering害羞草研究所� could I remember all my own stitches? And I also wondered how many people managed to make it through life without any, and if they did have any, what was the story behind it?
It took a sobering look in the full-length mirror (is that guy me?) but I think I can account for all but a few.
Obviously, the pre-eminent ones are from the flesh-eating disease. Started with a little cut on the elbow (one stitch) and quickly worsened to the point where I was lucky to keep my arm 害羞草研究所� and to survive.
Some amazing medical care and a staunch refusal to leave my young son helped me rally.
My favourite stitch came from when I was five years old. I was in the backyard at my grandparents害羞草研究所� house, dutifully helping in the garden.
害羞草研究所淲atch out for that rake,害羞草研究所� Gramps apparently called out, though I clearly wasn害羞草研究所檛 listening.
Stepped right on it, and like an old-time cartoon character, I caught it right between the eyes.
One stitch and a couple of black eyes later, I was none the worse for wear.
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My next couple came when I somehow sliced my middle finger opening a gate lock. Not too exciting.
I know I had one or two inside my mouth from dental work as a youngster as well, but I don害羞草研究所檛 really count those.
Most of the rest were sports-related.
Caught a few stray hockey sticks, couple of stitches over each eyebrow (returned to the game after one of them).
Also, with my helmet knocked off, I had a wayward goalie stick chop me right at the top of my forehead in the middle. Knocked me for a loop and left a massive divot, couple of stitches and to this day, no hair grows there.
A couple more from arthroscopic surgery on my throwing shoulder in my early 20s and another one from a knee scope.
Pretty mundane stuff. I know I also added to the tally after surgery for a more recent second bout with the necrotizing fasciitis (why am I so damn tasty?) but I couldn害羞草研究所檛 see those ones either and don害羞草研究所檛 plan to look.
Ever.
I remember a neighbour getting a little tipsy and squeezing a wine glass too hard and cutting up her hand. Scandalous back in the day.
When I was in elementary school, one girl had a ski pole somehow go through her cheek. We were all very quiet on the bus ride back to Duncan from Forbidden Plateau.
I saw many sports teammates get carted off in need of repairs.
Clearly, it害羞草研究所檚 never good when you have to get stitches.
But I wondered if any of you out there have an interesting or humorous tale you害羞草研究所檇 like to share that ended with a stitch or three?
Stuff along the lines of 害羞草研究所渋t was a million to one shot, doc,害羞草研究所� or pretending you were Evel Knievel back in the day.
Drop me a line (email address below) with your best stories.
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