I'm feeling a little queasy now...

I just witnessed Audrey remove all 7 of my dad's stitches AT OUR DINNER TABLE. At least it wasn't during dinner, but it was after!! I can handle conversations about tonsilectomies and thyroid removals. I can handle minor surgeries. I can handle blood. But stitches get me like nothing else. I watched a minor surgery in Honduras and was perfectly fine- it was actually kinda cool- but as soon as Liz started stitching the woman up I had to look away. It's just wrong!! I thought I'd be fine with the removal of stitches, but it still got me. Kudos anyway, Audrey!!

Kisses,
Abbsters