i went to a doctor yesterday

this has been one heck of a ride.  i dont have time to tell it all but some hilights for those following the story.

i have done fairly well with the crude things i had to work with.  my leg was better than it was but yesterday the stench of rotting flesh inspired me to have it cut out.

the derm guy that did the deed looked like he had seen a ghost.  he got pissed, told to quit being so jovial and to cowar in fear because i could loose my leg or die.  i left very grateful for his anesthetics and expertise.

the necrotic mass had attached itslef to the muscle.  he sent in for cultures and a biopsy.  that ding dong even used the word cancer on me.  he kept saying what a mess it was.

he gave me doryx to take but i have not.  i feel fine.  however, i dont think i could have stayed above it much longer with the rot.  maybe that scared me a little.  i just didnt want to smell like a DB in the house and i am tired of the whole thing, including the pain.

funny thing, the doc gave me the antibiotics but offered me nothing for pain.  lol  i guess he is showing me!  lololololololololololololol

they have NEVER seen anyone like me.  how could they possibly understand?  he was disgusted and confused at my well being, and thats what pissed him off.

why cant you go to a doctor and just order what you want or need like at a restaurant off the menu?  i know, its money.