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I never have had stitches that needed to be removed.
They usually just painlessly dissolved on their own.
I'm not sure what constitutes using
disolvable/removable stitches
but PLEASE always sign me up
for the disolvable.
The doctor told me I didn't have to make an appointment and could just pop in to have the stitches removed.
That set a "no biggie/this isn't going to hurt"
tone for the entire visit for me.
I planned to pop in,
take care of the stitches
and then head to a bible study brunch.
They asked me once I went back to the examining room if I'd like to take off my pants.
I told them that I did not.
I rolled up my pant leg and sat on the exam table.
I noticed a beautiful black and white picture on the wall of a tree when an intense pain shot through my leg.
I felt a strong instinct to slap the woman in the neck.
So strong that I wondered if I did for a second.
She told me there was only one stitch left, the others had come out on their own.
Then she said a bunch of stuff about tape
and it popping back open
but I couldn't hear
because I was busy deciding if I was going
to cry
or throw up.
But I was fairly sure I hadn't slapped her in the neck
because she was pretty chipper.
I left and called Monte from the car.
I told him my quandary:
1. to cry
or
2. to throw up.
He said to go to the brunch and eat.
That's the go-to advice in our family:
protein.
And it worked.
The End.
*Don't Google "images of stitches being removed" unless you want to be forced back into a familiar quandary and you end up standing at the fridge eating a piece of turkey midmorning because: protein.
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