Don't Play With Your Food

My patient. I call him Ter Kar.



Ter kar has suffered an (iatrogenic) full-thickness skin incision. Gotta love the no. 10 scalpel blades. Oh dear, whatever shall we do now?



Some 6lb monofilament fishing line later, problem solved. I must state for the record that while I was hunched over the dinner plate on which Ter Kar rested, dressed in pajamas and surgical gloves, both Hiroshima and the landlord were eyeing my patient without good intentions. I fear for his post-operative status.