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[aid] => mick
[title] => Infected
[time] => 2007-07-02 16:00:17
[hometext] => kind of odd, doesn't make much sense, enjoi
[bodytext] => Time heals all wounds. But this one's infected. It's a stab wound to the gut. Now it's all yellow with pus. Disgusting. Stiches? Nah, I didn't go to the doctor. Probably should though. It might get worse. Whatever, I'll wait it out. Bad idea. Now it's getting ugly. I'll spare the details. Doctor says I need surgery. Something's lodged in there. What? That makes no sense! When did anything ever make sense. Turns out it was a chip of bone. Knife chipped it off my hip. Realistic? No. Cause this is all just a weird, awful dream. Not really, but it should be. Time heals all wounds. Antibiotics help, but some people can't afford them. And there's no real precription for a freak knifing to the side where part of you hip gets caught in the wound. Ouch. That hurt. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 236 [topic] => 73 [informant] => a7x36 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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