My stitches got caught on food and I cut the food out. This was the wrong choice, and I had to go in and get them put back in.
Except, because it’s Sunday, it was just me and the doctor, so I ended up assisting in my own suturing.
Let me tell you, for someone with a newly minted trauma response to needles? That was Not Fun At All.
Also, ow ow ow.