Stitches and Stitches and Stiches and Glue

I've had to go to the emergency room so many times for stitches. The first incident was when I was running around a cabin with a bunch of my friends when I was little. We were running in cirlces and the guy behind me pushed me or fell into me or something and I fell and cut my lip open on the side of a bed. The second time was when I was sledding on a big hill that had a sign that said "no trespassing." The fence was torn down so we just climbed up the hill and slid down only to find that a piece of the post that was holding up the torn down fence was buried under the powder. We ran over it and the metal bar cut through the sled, my snowpants, my jeans, my boxers, and my skin--just below my right buttock. The third time was when I was hiking up the Devil's Track River in Northern MN. We found a nice lil' swimmin' hole at the foot of a waterfall. I was crawling around under the waterfall and ended up slipping on some shale. I couldn't stop myself from slidding and ended up cutting my shin open on the rock. the fourth time was when I was running an 800 meter race on the track. I got too close to a guy at about the 600 meter mark and he spiked me in my other shin. Then there was tonight when I was over at Chuck's house playing beer pong. I bent over to pick up the ball and stood back up, only to jack my eyebrow on some beams on the ceiling like I have done a bunch of times before, only this time I hit them just right and cut myself open. Actually, they didn't use stitches this time, they used glue which is apparently pretty much identical to super glue. There were a couple of other times in my life when I should have gotten stitches but didn't, like when I got punched in the face (see Punch Drunk Love) or when I pretty much cut the tip of my finger off with my very first knife. In all, I'd say I've probably had about 80 or 90 stitches put into me during my life. So, if you have any questions about stitches, let me know.