The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Hypochondria expressed in medical folks.

A scratch on my arm, but a good one, a bit swollen because it's on the soft of my wrist. After a few days of little or no progress, part of me leaps to necrotizing fasciitis, not out of genuine worry so much as not wanting to be dumb and not even suspect the worst. Bandaged it last night with ointment and such, cleaned up a treat this morning.

Just a matter of placement, rubs on everything.

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