Sometimes I gaslight myself into thinking that I'm not as unwell as I seem to think. It makes my husband laugh. He likes to remind me how much I hate hospitals and how far I'm willing to go to avoid Dr appointments. I have 4 more doctor's appointments before the end of August and last week I realized I could avoid that number becoming 5 by volunteering to remove my own stitches this Thursday. My health is awful enough that I am experienced enough to comfortably do that. Damn.