I can't stop picking my hand scab.

I had surgery a couple weeks ago to move some gross extra meat from the palm of my hand.
I was suffering from what is called Dupuytren's contracture.  It's also known as "Viking Hand" so that's kinda awesome.  Anyway, the doctor man took his knife and cut out my extra bits, leaving me with a 3 inch scar that makes me look like the "Boy who lived" see here. So now I have this epic scab right in the middle of my hand.  It impedes my ability to close my hand.  It's itchy.  It hurts once in a while.  It's annoying as hell.  So, like any normal person... I pick at it.  I remember quite quickly that if I pick at it, it'll heal slower or worse it'll get worse as the wound may open again.  But regardless of how much logical thought goes into that, I still pick at it.

The worst part is that there are still some stitches in there.  So on top of having this big dealy in the middle of my hand, there are these strings coming out of my skin that poke my fingers when I close my hand.  I just can'ts stands it!

The plus side is that it's healing really well and it should be all fine and dandy in a week or 2.  So I guess I just keep on keepin' on with my exercises and doing my best not to pick at it like a 7 year old kid.

On another note... I bought Battlefield 4.  It's awesome. I appreciate that I am a little late to the game.. but it's still so awesome.  I am a medic.  I love playing a medic.  You'd think I were a girl.  As girls are always healers. Yea.  I know.  Sexiest.  But international women's day was YESTERDAY.

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