Tuesday Morning Jon had an appointment to get his stitches removed with the plastic surgeon who originally worked with Jon and did the surgery. His physical therapist refers to him as "Dr. Cool". For that reason, we will refer to him as so. :-)
The appointment was for 8am in his office in Lindon (about 20 mins away). We get there and we get a room and we waited.... and waited... 45 minutes later, Dr. Cool comes in with a fake-intern (hasn't even gotten into medical school yet) hovering over his shoulder. He unwraps Jon's hand and starts taking the stitches out. Because he is a plastic surgeon, he usually makes all his stitches VERY small and tight to reduce scarring. That's great and all... but, he had a hard time getting them out of Jon's hand. He would cut two ends (and Jon's hand... twice) and then just pull up as hard as he could to see what would come out... nothing. He eventually gave up and left some of the stitches in (do those dissolve???) I'm thankful it wasn't me going through it. Needless to say, it was really painful for Jon and Dr. Cool called him a "wimp". Poor guy. He toughed it out though.
There are a few more gruesome details, but we will spare you. Thank me. You're welcome. :-) Jon wanted me to add it in.