A Stitch Left Behind

Tinette, the super vain demon I posted about two posts ago 8D

Only now she's in a completely different world with completely different circumstances and completely different company. Sort of.. Technically. This is the same RP my last post was for, and I'm still working on the profile pictures for Rebel and Ninja. I just really wanted to draw Tinette today, so I did.

She's still the same old Tinette in terms of personality at least.

I wanted to try and keep her outfit mostly orange, and I was sitting on photoshop thinking, "Dull orange dull orange dull---" Dull orange = brown. WELL ANYWAYS, I kept her outfit mostly orange. I had a different doodle for this I wound up scrapping because it looked too much like it walked off the pages of a Final Fantasy art book... I think it was the stuck up colar that did it more than anything, oopsie.

I was having fun playing around with different techniques in colouring again, and I really really prefer working with as few layers as I can as opposed to layer hoping through a build up of twenty some odd layers. It's just too much effort and a pain in the arse. Once again, four layers total, one for colours, one for shadows, one for the lineart and one for the background. Which was transparent, but you get the idea... I went through a few choices for the overlapping shadows and landed on green, because it looked better than purple! I was also trying to use mostly shadows for this drawing, and I had a lot of fun painting them in.

I went to get my stitches removed today! Next time, I'll just bloody well do it myself. I brought my friend along because I am a huge wuss when it comes to doctors in general, and normally I force someone to come with me for even minor things (yet I didn't call anyone when I was hit by a car... In my defense, I was embarrassed) liiiiiiike... getting stitches removed. Kay... I think I want to avoid this nurse in the future. She's the same nurse who couldn't draw my blood last year, and the removal of the stitches was painful as hell. I felt like she actually grabbed my skin and took it with the stitch. I cried. Weep.

It wasn't until hours later, after I got home, had my shower, ran my laundry, ate lunch, watched movies.. When I realized that... there was still a stitch in my face. I didn't believe it at first, as I was busy removing bits of dead skin from the cut, but sure enough, there was a definitive black line where one of the stitches used to be.. and if it wasn't a stitch, then I had something seriously wrong. I asked one of my roommates if it looked like a stitch to her, and she said no. I wasn't convinced, and went back to the bathroom. I couldn't just leave it in there, but what was I supposed to do? It wasn't like I could go back to the clinic and be like... "Hey, you missed one, can you take it out now?" And I couldn't remove it myself because.. Well because it hurt like a holy mofo to get them pulled out earlier that morning.

In the end, the fact that I couldn't leave it in there beat out the fact that it was going to hurt, and I picked up my own tweezers (not the nice, precise medical tweezers the nurse was supposedly using on me) and.. pulled it out myself. And oh hey, that didn't hurt at all! What....

So yeah.. I think I'll just go ahead and remove my OWN stitches next time I get hit by a car and split my chin on the curb and have to get my face stitched closed. Or recruit a friend to do it so I don't have to. Hurray, stitches out! Now just a regular old cut to heal up!