i went to see dr jung this afternoon. while dr ryu is in charge of my neck, they share responsibility for my tongue and dr jung alone is in charge of my right arm. so dr jung and his team changed the dressing on my arm and inspected things.
should i describe what it looks like? i dont really want to, but the following conceit occurred to me: if i saw my bare right forearm on a stand in a modernist gallery, the caption would read “title: lovely spring flower. medium: putrefying flesh on a still living man.” that strikes me as a vaguely baudelairean joke. but in all seriousness, the artists seemed pleased with the outcome.
here is a picture of dr jung, me, and his two surgical nurse practitioners, jang and jeon. who seemed a kind ernie and burt in scrubs.
