Got the stitches out of my arm today. Still going to be a while before I'm back to full strength (maybe more if things go according to plan).

It's gnarly looking but you know what? Scars are a reminder of how much I can take, how far the world is willing to go to stop me. You see these scars, fate? These scars mean you failed. Crush my hand, nearly sever my arm? What else you got?

Bring it on.