I don't cope with popped blisters at all (they make me cry) because I can feel that part of my skin too much and it's completely overwhelming for me.
The last 24 hours has taught me that I also can't deal with sutures for the same reason. The feeling of it pulling all the time is so overwhelming I want to crawl out of my skin. The fact that it's in my junk is driving me to distraction.
I'm a masochist, I've engaged in needle and sharps play. I've had my eyelids and my lips sewn shut, I've had needles pierced through my junk before—but it hasn't been like this (context matters!).
I hate this. I just want to go back to bed and try to sleep for the next few days so I can ignore it.