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Behind the medical curtain
I must be the best patient ever to walk through the doors of the hospital. Knowing that I would not be able to move without help, I purposely wore a cheap pair of Chinese shorts and underwear to hold the padding on the sore on my behind. T and I called Med Rescue. The council ambulance would probably arrive tomorrow. That was not after a heated exchange when I wanted to know how much it would cost for Med Rescue to transport me from Phase II to the hospital, which will remain nameless as long as I am still inside.
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