So it’s been 47 days since I busted my ass longboarding and I still have this cut but as you can tell it’s almost gone.
My mom and the lady in the ER made me feel gross because they told me it’s gonna be a nice scar and that I should get it fixed by a cosmetic surgeon, but the fact that I’m young makes me really not care about having this scar( and the fact that I’m petrified of hospitals let alone surgery) but at the same time now I’m self conscience to wear the things I want with this thing just there. But I think I’ll live with it.
I can’t wait for this cut to finally be gone and I wont have to worry about it anymore and buy all new jeans since it ruined all of mine with the shit they put on it that went through the pads and band-aids and tape.
Also Kevin and I had a convo about this accident today and hes said he’s happy I busted my ass because I was so “cocky” about being able to do what he can do so now I know that I can’t. little does he know, my stubborn feminist attitude comes out when anyone says things like that so I’m still gonna try. with knee pads this time :)
