I was thinking about the stitches in my mouth. I suppose I never really thought of them as, like, stitches.
You know, the kind of stitches you get after you slice your finger while making dinner, or after a sledding accident, or major surgery. Because it’s just the dentist. He’s not really qualified to stitch real things.
It’s just my gums. And do you know the only other place I’ve had real stitches put in by a real doctor?? My crotch…after lovely #1.