Discharged. Dismissed. Whatever.

Uh, whatever you want to call it, I’m not going back to the wound clinic after today’s visit.  I was discharged, dismissed, booted, thrown out.  Everything was going just fine until she said to me, “And make sure that you’re careful in the future and don’t hurt yourself.”

My response?  “Hey, I’m a guy.  We can’t make promises like that.”

She laughed.  I laughed.  I left.  That is all.  🙂


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