Stitches

So Mom and I took my stitches out today at lunch, it took forever to get the little scissors under the thread. We used the forceps to lift the knot which stung exactly like plucking your eyebrows. I now have a scab well on the way to scar-hood. I can't decide if it looks like a wonky 'J' or like a gnome bit me, it looks like a tiny human bite . . . kinda. The irritating part is I can just barely bend my finger and I'm trying to relearn how to type using my left index, it's like miniature physical therapy. If I keep working on it, but taking it slow enough I don't tear anything, everything should be back up to snuff in a month or so.

For those who like gore I'll see if Dave can't post the pics of the stitches and the new scar (he got to the ER late so no mid-stitch shot, sorry).