NO MORE STITCHES

I got my stitches out today! That's very exciting to me, A) because it's progress, and B) because when I had stitches ten years ago 4 of the 6 stayed in too long and made the scar worse. The nurse-guy who took out my 10 today said the wound looked awesome = yay! After seeing the tiny amount of skill and the minimal tools the process required, I realized I could have taken them out myself, I'm not sure what exactly I was expecting, lasers? magic serum?

Anyway, I'm feeling MUCH better and healing, well, miraculously (at least that's how it feels). I no longer goo on anything, you wouldn't have believed all of the goo = gross. Most of the tiny lacerations and abrasions are gone. Fat lip is totally healed. My facial roadrash seems about ready to shed itself, I am trying to be patient when it feels crunchy, and the knee wounds are doing their thing, although rather slowly since I tend to enjoy walking.

What's most interesting to me, when I am out in public, is how few people actually inquire about what happened to me. I wish people would so that I could clear up any misconceptions. I've had two middle-aged men ask me straight out what I did, and that's it. Amanda and I were discussing this yesterday and she noted how if you have a broken arm it's a completely different story, strangers everywhere are wanting to know how you broke it, but mess up your face and people glance at you with horror and then avoid eye contact. She suggested that people tend to want to avoid any awkwardness associated with questioning abnormalities on someone's face. I think being female also affects the situation. To quote my Brother, "Yeah Steph, you're doing pretty well considering that facial disfigurement is supposedly the number one fear among women." Thanks Dano. Lucky for me, I think any permanent reminders will be minimal at best and if the crunchy mess wins me any sympathy at job interviews, for the time being, I'll take it!