I’m such a stitch!
I was checking out my stubborn incision today, the one that just won’t seem to heal like the others, and after cleaning it up noticed what I thought was just lint or something so I pulled it, heard and felt a pop, and then there was the bleeding. I realized I had just ripped out one of my stitches! Oy, the bleeding. So I went to the doctor who reminded me she’s the doctor, not me, so only she gets to pull strange objects out of the incisions she made.
Self operating runs in my family though, so the urge is strong. My Mom is famous for cutting off anything she doesn’t like. That mole, ah, just slice it off. Skin tag? Lemme get my scissors. She once threatened to cut a mole off the neck of an old boyfriend of mine while cutting his hair (and enjoying some wine I might add). Good ol Mole Neck Lenny. Wonder how he’s doing now?
Bless Your Heart 