They all said I'd have a scar. My classmates with EMT training. The nurses. The doctor.
IN YOUR FACE, DOUBTERS! MY SUPERPOWERS REIGN SUPREME!
Yeah, that's right. Stitches are gone. No scar.
I gloat only 'cause I got hit with bad news the same day I got my stitches out. I can't wear contact lenses for a few weeks which means:
* No peripheral vision
* Greater likelihood of damage to face/glasses in class
* Inability to wear proper eye protection to stave off fluorescent light-induced headaches.
That last point is the biggie to me. As I type this, it feels like gnomes are drilling through my eye sockets to root out the last of my grey matter.
Little bastards.
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