Well, one of 'em, anyway.
It's my arm. Yes, the hurt one. I stopped whining about it so much, because it's tiresome and doesn't accomplish anything and people have taken to looking at the ceiling when Mojo enters the room. More so than usual. So I have taken the hint.
It officially closed sometime in late November, and I foolishly assumed the end was near. Foolish, foolish Mojo! When will she learn? (Answer: Never.) Since then it has just been kind of dull and achey, turning different colors on a daily basis but mostly being puffy and various shades of red and purple.
I am so sick of it, yet lately I have taken to staring at it in the mirror, several times a day, studying it carefully and trying to see some form of healing going on. And yes, it's healing and fading. There is a space in The Trench that is widening and looking like a normal scar--a slightly raised white area. But the rest of everything is still filled with blood vessels and raised and puffy and achey. I am still gooing it a couple of times a day. I stare at it a while before gooing it.
It's going to be a big swirly scar, ultimately, like a lot of burn scars. I just can't believe how long it's taking. I know they said it would take a year or two, and it hasn't even been six months. But STILL!
Moral of the story: Don't get burned.