Got my sutures taken out last week. The Franken-Chin is no more. Now my roommate is going to have to come up with a new nickname for it.
Seems to be healing up nicely, though I guess that means my sympathy window with the ladies is up. Now the only question is whether I can justify playing in the Turkey Bowl this year. So where do you think one draws the line between "freak accident" and "God telling you to cut it out?"