This is not so much anger as... extreme body horror?
Minor surgery Monday, and it was just so much more disturbing than everything in the major surgery earlier this year combined on the body horror, making it the official Mondayest Monday I can recall.
Today was 'unpack gauze and refresh dressings'. Dressings were fine for the past two days to change! Not fun or pleasant but totally cope-able.
Today, though. Today. So I thought it was just a small square of gauze to pluck out.
I was wrong.
So.
Very.
Wrong.
I like you people too much to discuss the details, which are sincerely gross. Even the people I really, really don't like, I still like too much to inflict the details of this on, but holy shit, I'm eyetic'ing so hard the blinking could kick up a fucking breeze.