So there I am.... a month or so ago, I happen to notice that I have whacked my thumb on some unknown object, thus getting a tiny cut and little bruise at the edge of the nail. I figure, no big deal. i will just clean it up, put a band-aid on it, and go on my merry way. But nothing, and I do repeat nothing in my life can ever be so simple. A couple of days later, my thumb decides that the skin in that area is really just a luxury and begins to slough off said expendable epidermis. "Now that can't be good," I say to myself. But figure, ah, what the hell... it will heal eventually. Apparently not. I began to crack jokes that I had necrotising fasciitis, and that any day the thumb would just fall off. However, as time progressed, and the peeling of the skin, I realized maybe I should consider seeing my doctor. So I did. And you know what? I don't think she has a fucking clue what she's doing. I saw the "other" doctor in the office; the same one who, when I had a sinus infection, proceeded to treat me as though I had ebola. Needless to say, I didn't have particularly high hopes for her. Her astute opinion was that I had an infection in my thumb. Ahoy, Captain Obvious. Did I really just pay money for such a crackerjack diagnosis?
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