Fact: I recieved 4 stitches above my eye on my 11th birthday!

Not actual picture!

The plan was to wake up, go over my cousins house for a while and eventually end up at the bowling alleys. Well to pass time me and my cousin Steve decided to mess around with hockey sticks... with no pucks. They had plenty of plastic 2 liter soda bottles laying around so we were slap-shooting those bad boys around. So my cousin Steve says "Watch out." and I said "I'm not in the way" two seconds the lip part of the bottle is shot right above my left eye, it stung like a son of a gun! My cousin Steve then said  I was bleeding in which I then touched my gushing wound and saw the blood on my hand. Up the stairs I got holding my fountain of blood getting my aunts attention who happened to be a nurse. "I'll call your mother! You need stitches!" 


Next thing you know I'm walking down their driveway to my nanas house where my mom was at holding a paper towel over my bandaid which was not doing much at this point due to it being completely soaked. My mom rushes me to the hospital, and all I can remember is doctors around me, laying down.. with this big cloth over my face and the feeling of a fire poker stabbing me in my already throbbing wound. I believe I cried, it sucked.  


One hour later I was at the bowling alleys hitting those bumpers, eating cake and ice cream! 
I cant remember many birthdays, not the best memory. I do remember years later going out to eat with my mom and dad on my birthday and all they did was tell me how I need to do better in school and how I should be punished if I didn't do better. Oh yeah, not the best time at Brigham's that's for damn sure!

Real Fact: The earliest reports of surgical suture date back to 3000 BC in ancient Egypt, and the oldest known suture is in a mummy from 1100 BC.