Well, I got my stitches out tonight, and it turns out what I thought was a bruise (since I'm on blood thinners, I bruise really, really easily) is cellulitis. Which is going to require a call to my hematologist to make sure my white count isn't in the crapper, as it was the last time I had cellulitis. Today was the anniversary of the end of my first of my 5 weeks in the hospital in 05-06, critically ill with bone marrow failure that my a-hole primary care guy missed completely.

Which is kicking up my PTSD.

Which is not making me happy.