In an attempt to explain how I acquired another three stitches let us jump to fourth gym class on Wednesday playing badminton. My partner and I both charge the net, and bam his follow-through comes flying into my nose. It didn’t hurt to bad and I was like oh well, but then I started bleeding (quite profusely I’m told). After running to the bathroom to have my partner attempt to clean out my cut (I’ll pass out at the site of blood) I find both of my hands just covered in blood. After that it’s off to urgent care with my mom who came to pick me up. About an hour later I’m back at school with three stitches in-between my eyes.

As a follow-up to the story I went back to claim the racquet that bashed my face, but of course I can’t have it. But! I could have had the racquet had I took it while I was bleeding, go figure. Apparently this incident scores less on the grotesque scale than CYO basketball head-breaking-open-on-elbow incident, as Joe Fulton would recall. So yeah I’ve had eight stitches in nine months now after never being hurt before, quite odd. Oh and by the way, it drives the ladies wild. And when I say wild I really mean they can’t manage to look at me.