Both of the pictures of the cuts were when I was at the hospital already and they had just freshly cleaned the wound. When I was at home, I could see my heart rate in the upsurge and downsurge of blood flowing out of the cuts. Believe me, after 5 years as a lifeguard on Chicago's beaches and getting my Eagle Scout, I knew I had to get stitches for those bad boys and I would've had a paramedic friend of mine do them, if he hadn't been on duty, but instead the nurse practitioner in the ER hooked me up with a $500 bill for stitches. Oh well, live and learn.
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