When I had surgery in February, I was told multiple times by my surgeon that he only used stitches that would dissolve naturally. Joke’s on me, I just found one that’s still there, strong as ever. I know stitches fairly well, and that bugger definitely isn’t dissolvable. And after two months, you can bet it’s not going to feel great when I have to go to the ER tomorrow to get it taken out. This is about the fifth little present I’ve found courtesy of that fine surgeon. (And believe me, you haven’t even heard the half of it. The things I’ve found simply aren’t fit for print, even on a blog.) Thanks, Doc!

    I swear, if I find one more bizarre thing that this crackpot has done to me, I’m going to scream. Joke’s on me, apparently.