Warrrrghhh

So far I have read books, watched tons of anime, watched some Clinton-Obama bitchfight and ate some sushi. And I'm going insane.

I'm driven up against at least 3 walls. I can't leave the flat, since dressing requires movements that may very well pull my stitches. Also, if I move too much, I either take some painkillers and knock myself out or I'm going to snivel and whimper like some pathetic puppy. How annoying is that?

Also, I tried shovers. The first thing is that the much-moving still applies here. So I tried to do as much as I could with minimum movements and one hand. Try to wash your back with one hand. Good luck. Also, the covering on the scar is not waterproof, so half the time I had to quickly scrub away the water aiming to wet the only dry place on my body... It was like it happened deliberately. (Scar is not supposed to meet water until after the stitches are out. Stitches are not out.)

So I had my fun with the shower. Good thing I had taken some painkillers, otherwise I would have woken the whole house up with the moaning. Also, I used up one towel just by wiping water away from the scar-area. It still got wet. Just a little bit.

Why do I get stitches in some of the most impossible places anyway? Grrrrrrr.

Well, at least it'll be a funny story when I'll be old and wrinkly. If I live till I get old. But with the tension in world politics... who knows?