Jeez, I was so excited to go out this July 4th weekend and stretch my legs for a change, but of course fate had other plans....
I went to bed that Tuesday night and I was really hot and itchy,
like unbearable itchy....
All I know is, I had a reaction to something and my hands and feet and elbows and face shot up a rash.
Currently, my face looks fine, cept for my nose which is a minor inconvenience.
I let my feet keep the small brown, swelled up spots. There aren't that many there and when they decided to peel off, I'll assist.
But my hands are fucking gross now.
At first they had those brown spots all over, looking like snake scales.
Then I realized that each spot was dead, dead skin that wanted to be ripped.
Well, I thought....
Either be lizard guy or peeler man, so I decided to rip the skin off.
I have Caucasian digits now.
Guess it'll take time for the skin to heal back, but at least its progress.
This post isn't really about that though...
I feel like this should be about the current healthcare system, how I couldn't see the proper doctor because I don't have any insurance.
I feel this should be about some of the harm of modern medicine, how the meds they prescribed me (which didn't even work) have given me side effects which I hope to reel from in the coming weeks.
Maybe it should be about the value of one's life when he or she yields little to no money in our society, like what am I worth if I can't see the right doctor for my ailment.
No, fuck it, I'll just fix myself.
Later Days, Longer Nights
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