How did you get the cut in the first place?

The story of how he got cut is even better than the story of pulling the stitches out himself. ouch.

I've only had three stitches in my life, in my ear. Having them taken out felt kinda good in a very odd way

Cool. Don't know how I missed that. And I've done the duct tape and paper towel thing too.

I've taken out all the stitches that were put in me as an adult. I like the feeling. It's kind of like finding that a shoelace has worked its way into your shoe and you didn't notice it right away, but boy does it feel great when you pull it out.

what plinth said. i even took out all the millions and jillions of etsy stitches in my left forearm (on both sides!) from getting doored ages ago. putting that all back together required 2 surgeries, some long-ass incisions, and even at that it never healed correctly.

hm, lesee... oh yea. see this photo for verification of scarification. that plus too many other homebrew hide removals over the years is quite possibly why i never got ink. i mean, why, when i've done such a great job of customisation on my own?

syntax, that story is indeed phenomenal... i so wish i could have been there. ten stitches... ow, and on review: o.O

a couple weeks back the denver cruise wound up in a really seedy pit of a dive where there was this ungodly amazing indie band of kids playing a violin, a fucking TUBA, some pipes and buckets and a couple of gizmos for which i have no name, but they sorta looked like spare washing machine parts.

they were beyond amazing. i wish to hell i knew who they were.

Sometimes DIY emergency room works out just fine. I cut the fleshy tip clean off my finger with an electric hedge-clipper, cleaned it, carefully taped it in place with bandaids, and voila! decades later the scar is barely visible.

I don't have any scars from the multitude of stitches I've had.
However, I do have scars from the staples, and people always ask if they're from stitches.

My first stitches were from a box cutter, while opening a case at work. Neatly sliced my hand open below my thumb area. Eleven stitches, so I'd have a "small scar", so said the doctor. Well, nearly fifteen years later, and it looks like some kind of centipede on my hand. Even the stitch ends left marks. Like the centipede has boots on.

Damn, when I had stitches in my finger, they hurt so bad when the nurse pulled them out that I screamed.