gross

I got my stitches out the other day. There is no longer a flap of flesh hanging off the side of my hand, which is always a good thing. For the past week I've had to go see a doctor every two days to have the wound cleaned and re-dressed. During one of those visits I snapped a photo of it:

That's five stitches. I guess it's not too bad, and considering the colossally stupid way that I did this to myself, it could have been much worse.

And yes, you'd be correct to assume that I've taken every available opportunity to show this to my students in an attempt to repulse them.