I went to the doctor this week and they had to remove a birth mark. No problem, I thought. I'm tough. I can do this.
I can. But apparently I'm way more squemish than I thought possible. I have to clean out the stitches everyday. Which means TOUCHING the stitches. Touching them... icky. I almost feinted just because it was icky. Pansy, thy name is Alex. This drawing sums up my dread. It really isn't even an inch long. But it's enough. Ugh... ::shiver::