Oh I cannot even count how many stitches I've had over the years.
One comical incident... my car needed a jump start so I called a buddy to come and let me jump my battery off of his car. The cars were nose to nose hoods up, and I was hooking up my cables. As I walked between the cars close to my own car I felt pressure on my knee. I'd walked into the sharp edge of the license plate of my own car. I looked down and saw that it had given me a three or four inch cut down the front of my kneecap. I reached down, held it shut and told my buddy that we needed to go the local ER. He thought I was joking, even after I told him what I'd just done. He demanded to see, saying "no it couldn't be that bad". When I relaxed my grip on the wound and the blood really started to flow, he turned white, and I thought he was going to pass out. He recovered enough to get a towel out of his trunk for me and the hoods of both cars before driving to the ER. That's just one of many small scars I've accumulated.