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Infection Infection They say being a doctor is one of the best jobs in the world. You get the sense of helping people, yet it still leaves your wallet fat. Being a doctor myself, I wouldn??t deny that, however, there are plenty of problems. It??s basically guaranteed that, at some point, you??re going to get stuck. With a syringe, that is. You just gotta hope that it??s before the damn thing goes into the patient. For me, it didn??t even take that much. Two weeks ago a patient came in with a severely mangled arm. It didn??t even look much like an arm anymore. He was still communicative, god only knows how through the kind of pain he must??ve been in, and he said he didn??t know what caused this. I know now, but back then it was the first thing I??d ever seen like this. I only saw him once on his way into the hospital, and only for a brief second as he passed me on his stretcher traveling down the halls. I can??t even imagine how scary it was for him. Hospitals even creep me out. I was leaving for the night when he came in, and that was the last I??d seen of him. The other doctors said he was taken to a different hospital. We weren??t properly equipped to handle his worsening state. I suppose it was two days after that that I noticed a scab forming on my leg. I had cut myself the day before, but I remembered that it was the other leg. Confused, I decided to run some blood work on myself. Nothing unusual. The next day the small scab had almost doubled in size. But it was so small before that it didn??t really seem of much consequence. I didn??t pay it any mind until day three when it had turned a nasty green color. It was kind of bright even. I had a colleague examine it, but he couldn??t provide any more insight than I already had. Some antibiotics to clear up what I assumed was an incoming infection. I went home that day and prepared for the fever that was sure to follow. However, it didn??t. Though I did get a new symptom. A horrible smell coming from my leg, putrid beyond what I could describe to you. Regular antibiotics did nothing. The scab simply increased in size each day, seemingly only while I was asleep. I tried not sleeping, but I passed out after three days and woke up with no idea how long I??d slept. Outside five newspapers had piled up on my doorstep. I couldn??t believed I??d slept that long. The scab now covered my entire leg. My whole house reeked. It wasn??t even a typical infection??s smell. I called for an ambulance, and in my wait, it finally started to hurt. It was so sudden. All at once, I was submerged into the pain. When I got to the hospital, I saw the same doctor that had examined my leg in the earliest part of the infection. He was laying in one of the beds. I guess now he was a patient here. I asked him what was wrong, though my speech was horribly slurred from the mix of insane pain and pain killers. He said he had a rather large infected scab on his chest. I even noticed the smell coming from him. It wasn??t my leg, it was definitely him. It was slightly different than mine. This seems to be more serious than I had initially thought. Be careful. Examine your scabs carefully. If you find any similarities to me, go to a hospital. Request immediate amputation. If you do so soon enough, you might save yourself quite the hell.