The stitches came out, rather unwillingly, today. I managed to remember to make an appointment almost as soon as I knew I needed one, and left the world's longest farewell assembly* half-way through to go to my doctor's office.
I'm not so encouraged by the fact that she said "I've seen better." However, I will not pick at the scab, I will not. And I will apply the scar ointment faithfully.
Plus, according to one of my dear friends, "guys dig scars, right?"
*I am not even mildly joking. I left half an hour after the thing should have ended, well before lunch and when I got back, which on an ordinary day would have been shortly before the end of lunch, the second sitting had just ended. Ye gods.
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