Mine was open as well. My mother dressed it at first, then I took over. It was really, really deep - my dad took one look and had to leave. But he's notoriously squeamish (he actually fainted flat out when she was dehorning goats once... After that, I was the helper.
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I heal pretty quickly, though. It was just the last inch and a half that took a bloody long time to close. Months and months, the bugger. Guh.