The worst part of most of my accidents are having to explain the new patches of missing skin at work...
I hate that part of it also. Thank god I rarely ever wear short sleeve shirts at work.
"What did you do to your arms?" "Damn, what are all those scars from?"
I was swimming at the Y the other night, changing afterwards I get: "Ooooooo, what happened to your shoulder?" Referring to a huge scar from a crash gone by.