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JOHN FRANK ARMY came back from track yesterday and had a mis-hap. He out of commission for a few weeks. Had some fast food and 6-pack in right hand headin to apartment. I lives on 3rd floor. The concrete before staires is back sunkin. the one in front of staires is higher. I trips. What a disaster. Food and beer go flyin. I catches meself with left hand to avoid catastopie. But I lands on second step corner. The corner plunges into me hand and then slides acroos me left hand inner palm. I'M SWEARIN.
Blood all over the place. Me beer cans all dented from hittin concrete. I regroups. Bleedin all over,JOHN FRANK ARMY pics up his shit and leaves a trail of blood up to his apartment. He looks at his predicament. TIME to be DR. I washes the massive wounds with HOT water. FUC did that STING. Then I douses 3 times with PEROXIDE. Another enormous sting. Then bandages up.
Decides to go to VA CLINIC today,instead of headin to emergency room. I gets there and receptionist asks me. Are you a MARINE,they like self treatin. No,I'M ARMY. By the way. She NAVY. So'S I show me last night battle scars. Dr. cleans the wound and pressin to see if bleedin anymore. It so sore. I say's don't worry,it killin me.
She say's. JOHN we don't stich here.we gonna bandage you up and I want you to head to EMERGENCY ROOM at HINES. I goes I ain't drivin 90 minutes to hines. I heads out to local EMERGENCY. Got 7 stiches.
Me left hand out of operation for a while. That's OK. I'll feign with me left and go to me right.
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