I Already Told You

...about Pip's encounter with the staircase. Thanks to an hours-long wait at the hospital, here are accompanying snapshots, without the gross close-up (which I stooped to taking but will refrain from posting).


What has entranced her here?





I'll give you one guess.


 


Bored and boring.





 

Pip took these artistic images of her surroundings, sometime about the third hour in.

The actual stitching up was a little traumatic because the surgeon walked in, looked at quiet, calm, stoic Pip, and promptly had the nurses bind her completely from head to toe. Then he covered her head with a towel before proceeding to give local anesthetic and stitch her up.  She whimpered more from the stifling heat and inability to move a muscle than from the pain...and then she fell asleep.

A week later, he removed the stitches, and as a reward, she got a dollar burger from McDonald's.  It was almost worth the straitjacket.