Ah, its actually almost a year since my bike accident.
I was dropping a bill off at my old house, came back and I went to take a short cut, the village kept the old cross-walk in and guess where that led to? A DITCH, A DEEP ONE. I fell in and the lasts words before I had all the surgery done was, "OH stuff!". So I somewhat woke up and blood was everywhere, and all over my arms. I got up and rode my bike back to my house. By the time I got there I started yelling out, "BIKE ACCIDENT!!!!" and I my mom opens the door, I uncover the meat flap (Ahahah) and she was freaking out. So we go into the emergency room, checked in, watched Jeopardy and Wheel of fortune in the waiting hall for about 4 hours (Yeah, 4 loving hours) then I finally got in. They told me that I was gonna have stitches.
So I wait 45 more minutes, get about 4 shots in the lip, and cut parts of my meat flap off. 2 stitches also.