I remember the daily dabbing with salt water and trying to pull out what was left of my stitches. The worst bit was forgetting not to move suddenly at work and then having to shuffle to the toilets to see what I'd done.
Also, seeing my girlfriend was very risky. Still, no regrets.
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I've a feeling I'm not in Kansas anymore.
Last edited by teflon; 7 Jul 2008 at 21:33.
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