i am she-rah. princess of power.

I just took out my own stitches! Basically, I was aaaallll the tired of favoring my hand, for fear of catching the stitches on something. The only solution I could think of was to be rid of the stitches. And, I was supposed to go in on Monday to have them removed anyway, so it's not like I'm that premature.

The first one came out super dooper easy. By the fifth one, I was leaning on the wall, trying not to faint. I'm pretty much certain that the reason the first one came out easy is the adrenaline. Reality set in and it wasn't, uhm... fun.

But they're out, and I lived, so hooray.




arrivederci, rebecca marie