I'm going to lose my 'G' rating

Got my stitches out today. Not the stitches that hold the graft on -- those are self dissolving. No, these stitches held on the bolster. God knew I needed to be humiliated to work on my sense of humility, so after the skin graft was put on, the surgeon sews a yellow ping pong ball sized gauze ball right to the area.

I looked like bozo, or maybe Rudolph. My husband joked that they don't really need to do that, but they do it so that you'll be SO thankful when it's gone that you won't care *what* the graft looks like underneath. ;-)

Moving along to the point of my post, it was very hard to take myself seriously with that thing sewn on my nose. A good thing, these days. If you don't mind a little adult humor, click on over to these "medical funnies" I received in my inbox today.

And keep smiling. You can join me in saying, "At least I don't have a ping pong ball sewn to my nose!"