The Verdict

This picture was on the wall of the walk-in emergent care place I went to. I looked at it wishing I could climb in the boat and row away to one of the islands.

When this gorgeous looking muscular man picked up my chart calling my name, I was hoping he wasn't the doctor. In the explanation to what was wrong, I had put down that I had a blood blister that wouldn't heal, possibly infected. I didn't put where it was located, or how I obtained it. He did the normal triage stuff when he came into the room. My blood pressure was so high, because I was so nervous. The dreaded question came,"Where is the blister located?  I replied, " My dupa and pointed." He asked me how it happened, and I started to stutter. I don't normally, but I couldn't find the right words. He tried to convince me because he was a paramedic he'd seen everything. I told him I was an ex-cop and so have I. I told him I would rather just wait and explain to the doctor.

While I was sitting there I was going through all kinds of explanations in my head. Thomas just wanted me to tell them I get spanked. I'm thinking not! The doctor walks in and she definitely looks like a goody-two-shoes. She exams it and determines that it isn't infected. Yay!!!  I was told I need to get band-aids with the anti-biotics and some other bandage that acts like a second skin. It is healing pretty quick. I doubt it will ever truly go away.

When she asked how I got the bruises and the blister, I told her I write adult fiction and I was doing some research. She apparently thought that was cool and didn't ask anymore questions other than about my books.

 I am still on restriction, and starting to get a very foul attitude about it. I just want to meet for a session and have a clean slate. The lines are a major pain in my ass! A few of us are getting together for Thomas's birthday this weekend, I'm hoping after this weekend things can be back to normal.