In Stitches

So, I don’t mean to complain, but isn’t there something unfair about being 6 mos-and-still-throwing-up pregnant and having a kitchen accident that requires stitches in your thumb?  Not that the accident was not entirely my own fault.  I’ll spare you the details, but . . . yep, unquestionably, undeniably, my own clutzy fault.  Still.

I wish I could at least say that I’d paid careful attention to what the doctor did in the interests of adding realism to the descriptions of battle wounds being stitc