Her: My incision really itches.
Him: Well, take off those steri-strips.
Her: I can't do that.
Her: My neck will fall out.
Him: The doctor just told you today they could come off.
Her: She said I could start helping them loosen. She didn't say rip 'em off like a bandaid.
Him: (incredulous) What? We can't have anything with labels in this house because you peel them off as soon as you find them but you won't pull the strips off your neck?
Her: Right, because my neck will fall out. I have exquisite self-control under such circumstances.
Him: (rolling eyes and sighing) You neck will not fall out. Get them off. Get some air on it. They itch because they can't breathe.
Her: They itch because they are healing. It can't heal if my neck falls out.
Him: You are insane.
Her: Which is why you love me.
The good news is I eventually took the strips off a couple days later and my neck didn't fall out. However, I am still working on groovy stories for the scar. Before the surgery when I thought the incision would be bigger I thought I'd tell people I tangled with the mafia and won. I've also decided I may draw eyes and nose above it and ad fangs coming out of it like it's a mouth and call it Sid. My kids have been calling me Frankenmom and Mr. Lime has been calling me Frankenwife so for Halloween I will surely need to attach bolts to the side of my neck. Please feel free to leave your own suggestions as to bad ass or amusing stories for my scar.