View from the North 40: And now I'm almost a surgeon

I got to pull stitches out of my husband’s face Wednesday and I was so excited about it I did a happy dance while he wasn’t looking.

He never wants to let me play doctor on him.

I get it — and by that I mean I get it, and I don’t get it all at the same time.

John is, let’s say, sensitive. He lives with pain 24 hours a day, seven days a week. I get that. So a new pain, even — or maybe especially — little pains like from a sliver, cause a sort of excited nervous system response. That’s the part where he loses me because the logic in my brain says that the sliver should be n...