Final doc visit.

I didn't mention it before, but the worker's comp doc I'd been seeing about my sutured-up arm didn't want to release me. He wanted to see me like twice a week and after I got the stitches removed, he wanted to do "scar therapy" and honestly, the scar is only so bad because his suturing skills are awful. (To help illustrate that point, the phlebotomist I see for my weekly PT/INR testing had asked me if I'd stitched myself up. How sad is that?) But anyway, he wanted to start scar therapy today and I made up this elaborate story that I was rubbing vitamin E oil and cocoa butter into it like four times a day and he finally (reluctantly) released me from care.
Creepy creepy creepy.