A nice girl removed the stitches at the Doc's direction and although it pinched a few times I suffered it manfully for the sake of her gentle touch and sweet apologies. I told her it was hard to believe I paid good money to go through all this and she replied with buoyant good cheer that she couldn't WAIT to get a face lift. I told her that was fine if that was what she wanted but I didn't see that she needed one. We got on famously, but all too soon the stitches were out and I was back with the famous surgeon, who was much less appealing although a perfect gent. Anyway, my eyeballs are swollen like -- well never mind like what-- but it sure is a relief not to have those ugly threads waving in front of them like Venusian antennae. Tomorrow will be a better day. Meanwhile--visualize frozen peas!