I don’t want to say I’m a big baby about pain, because I don’t like talking about people—especially when the “people” in question is me. So, let’s say instead that I’m slightly pain averse. Given this, I find it remarkable that now, some five days after having a patch of skin removed from my forearm and having the remaining skin stitched back together, I have experienced no pain or discomfort.
This is especially extraordinary
given how angry the skin around the stitches appears. We are, fortunately, not
talking about angry on the level of my neighbor that time I shattered the
windshield on his Jeep with a marble I shot up into the air with my slingshot—more
like angry on the level of my father when he couldn’t find a screwdriver
because I had used it and not put it back where he kept it.
In another week, Desiree is going to
remove the stitches. She might be a bit more excited about this than she should
be, but I’m game. I am sharing a photograph of my stitches alongside a can of
Cold Smoke beer, my standard scale of reference for size. I plan on having a
sip of Cold Smoke on the day the stitches are removed.
Cheers!
—Mitchell Hegman
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