On Wednesday Lisa took out half of my stitches, and on Thursday morning I took out the rest myself. Yes, me! Who previously would pass out at a drop of blood at the drop of a hat.
On the same day I found an elderly woman who had fallen badly on the side walk and broken her teeth. I was able to help her without passing out, too. This makes me really really happy.
My hand, two weeks after the surgery, with one stitch left to go.