CajunRider
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Your story reminded me of the time I went to New Orleans with my younger brother who was doing his internship at Charity Hospital at the time. My brother was driving on a side street near Jackson square and he suddenly stopped and parked his car and told me he'd be right back. Then he grabbed his medicine bag and walked toward a guy sitting on the side walk. Their conversation went like this.funny episode this morning at primary doc's. They have been taking my blood pressure because they thought it was high, when
in reality it's low, which we proved, and while I was there they were going to take out the two stitches on my jaw from the the dermatology
biopsy the week before. First one nurse said where's the stitches? Huh? Next nurse says, there are no stitches here. Now they go get a doc.
She pokes around and laughs, says I was healing nicely but no stitches. And she remembered seeing me the week before with the two black stitches in my face.
Well.....since I don't think the stitch fairy took them at night, it appears this is another example of my body "spitting" stitches, rejecting them out of my body.
This has happened before. Sure hope I never need a transplant because it looks like my bar's bouncer is very effective...
I literally must have washed them off my face taking a shower. I put a call into the dermatologist and told his nurse what happened, she
was a bit puzzled, and said she would talk to the doc and call me back if they needed to see me.
morning showers have stopped, warm and sticky out. Not a lot of motivation to go out and get sweaty but likely I will.
Bro: "Hey I told you to come back so I can get your stitches out."
Guy: "Aww, doc, I hate the wait."
Bro: "Let me take a look."
The dude just stood up, dropped his drawers and let my brother look at the back of his right leg.
Bro: "That looks good. Let me just took them out."
Then he opened his bag, got his stuff out and started to remove the stitches. Just then another homeless guy walked up "Hey doc, can you look at this"
Soon another guy came and we then had a line.
A policeman on his horse came by: "What's going on here?"
Bro: "Just a little sidewalk medicine."
Policeman said nothing, rode his horse next to the car and told me "Can you move the car?" I then pointed to my brother and said: "I'm with him."
Police rode away shaking his head but did not seem flustered at all. I guess he was used to all kinds of shenanigans on the streets of New Orleans.