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WARNING: This blog post is NOT for the faint-of-heart.
Two days ago, I found myself in a hospital emergency ward, where I waited six hours for treatment.
Finally, at four in the morning, the doctor came in and began the excruciating process of lancing my infected finger. Good thing I didn’t know beforehand that something infected can’t be anesthetized. That didn’t stop him from trying, so the process began with an extremely painful, yet useless, needle to my throbbing digit.
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