Sunday night, I started wearing a cone because my scab is not healing properly. I have been scratching it when it starts to dry. It's fun. :) But I'm not having fun now. Why oh why do I have to wear this thing when I didn't have to when I lost my balzac months ago? In fact, I look so morose that my dad took it off. He couldn't stand to see me so sad. He's a softy. Mom puts it back on in the morning. Waah! Hate it.