What you can't see (and you should consider yourself very lucky) is the hair on my legs that made removal of the waterproof bandage hurt like hell. Like. Hell. On. Steroids.
My regular doctor (well, actually, I don't know if he's regular or not. I can only assume. He's usually in a really good mood and I don't think someone constipated would be that happy.) took the stitches out and it was anticlimactic. After having the bandage rip out all those little hairs, I'm not sure I would have noticed anything.
I told my doctor about this blog and he wanted the address. I told him that it wouldn't take too long before I offended him, but I gave it to him anyway. He knows I'm a left wing crazy liberal so I'm not sure anything he reads here will be too surprising.
Having said that, however, very often I'M surprised by what I read here! We'll see how long it takes before the Good Doctor files some kind of "Please Let Me Give This Crazy Woman Up As A Patient" document.
One thing, I'm good for laughs.
Some days that's the best you can hope for.
