Four more days til the stitches come out and the cone of shame comes off! I don't know which of us will be happier about no more cone. Beeg hates the thing, but has sort of gotten used to it. Me on the other hand... I have bruises all over my legs from him ramming the damn thing into me. There's a burn on the back of one leg because he pulled the iron down and it bounced off my leg on the way to the floor. He knocked my dinner off the table onto the floor twice! He whacked me in the side of the head with the cone. Our heads are at the same level if I sit and he stands. Yeh, I'll be glad to see the end of the cone.
On the plus side, all the stitches stayed in the second time around. He's healed up nicely.