wednesday, april 26.
well, the knee looks much better. it's a single, straight line of stitches, not the bow-tied triangular pus-pit i had grown used to.
and now for the fin -- ugh, i can't really look at it. that isn't my finger, man. it's a miniaturized Macy's Day Parade float representing frankenstein's piglet, attached to my hand where my finger used to be.
it has ears. little yellow ears.
well, i guess that's sort of cute...er...
the cool thing is, now i can tell people i've had plastic surgery and watch them try to figure out where.