Finally, it was time for the stitches. As I lay down, I asked the physician if he had done faces before. He replied that he had been doing stitches for 18 or 19 years, and proceeded to sew up my gash with five of them. I was out of the ER in two-and-a-half hours.
Apparently the doc did a great job, though I necessarily looked like Frankenstein for five days. After a nurse friend removed the stitches, the wound was tight and was hardly noticeable, blending in well with the wrinkles and lines already present.
Some members at the country club were wondering — perhaps hopefully — if getting banged on the head like that might have a permanent impact on my thinking.
“No, I think I’m still a liberal,’’ I would respond.
Cary Brunswick, of Oneonta, is a freelance writer and editor. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org. The views expressed in this column do not necessarily reflect those of The Daily Star and its editorial board.