I went to my doctor today, to see what she'd have to say about the infected cut on my hand, and to ask her why the incision from my gall bladder surgery suddenly started bleeding on Sunday.
It's like playing Doctor Roulette. My regular doctor, Dr. Griffiths, is on medical leave. Her replacement, Dr. Laughton, is on holiday. So I got Dr. O'Connor this time, whom I'd never met before, but whom I liked very much. She too used to faint a lot as a teenager. We commisserated and swapped "embarrassing times I have fainted in public" stories.
She looked at the mini-wound on my hand and said, "Are you sure that is a paper cut? It's the strangest paper cut I ever saw." I explained how the edge of the poster had scooped out a little half-sphere of skin. he lanced the abscess, said I probably don't need antibiotics - that's a relief, because I can't afford them right now. She examined my no-longer-bleeding incision and said it was fine, it's just that the scar tissue is still tender and I should scrub it gently when I shower. Okay. Fine by me.
Then I left the book I was reading behind in the waiting room. Luckily, it's not out of my way, to go back and get it tomorrow.
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