Unlike my husband - I require more pampering when I'm hurt.
My husband got a staple in his head and insists that it doesn't hurt. He is quite literally the black Knight in Monty Python and the Holy Grail. "It's just a flesh wound."
Today, Barnacle ripped through my flesh with one of his kraken fangs, really he just accidentally bit me while playing, and I immediately washed the wound, coated it in neosporin, and wrapped it in a bandaid.
I don't even need stitches and I'm making more of a fuss than my husband and his stapled head wound.