Fleeing the Plantation

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The receptionist at the wound care clinic evidently didn't make my appointment for today like she said she did. The practitioner squeezed me in after her actual 9AM patient. She put some zinc oxide paste on the wound, gave me a bunch of supplies from her stash, and ordered me some more. She said I needed a dermatologist to do a biopsy. Well, no shit, Sherlock.

I told her I couldn't see the wound, but I could tell it was pretty bad based on what I could feel with my hands in the shower. She took a picture of it with my phone so I could see it. Yep, it's pretty fucking awful.

Now I'm waiting on the pharmacy to fill those prescriptions.