Work was light today as most students had skipped class to be in front of the TV watching the football match. I had expected it and had some activities that the die-hard students could keep busy with, and while they where busy I slipped away for a few minutes to go have my stitches removed. It was torture and I stopped counting at about 35. I think counting each stitch just made it all seem worse than it really was. Thankfully I survived and went back to work - keeping busy kept me from dwelling on the event.
Tomorrow Adam has an appointment to have his stitches removed. He's really excited about it. The next thing on the agenda will be to buy him a ticket to the US. We plan on sending him to spend the rest of the summer with my family. He'll be travelling alone but I'll probably go toward the end of summer to pick him up and bring him home. This will be the first time that he ever travels by himself and we're hoping he won't run into any problems. Not only will he have three different connections to make and most likely an overnight at one of the stopovers, he's a Libyan/Muslim/Arab male - Anything can happen.
Gotta be optimistic and hope for the best. . . gonna send my baby out into the world!!!