Dr. Silapunt just called to give me the biopsy results from my hip punch. Folliculitis. Cheese and crackers, you have to be joking. I got stitches for folliculitis. I'm slowly beginning to believe that my poor donor is going to have a hell of a time when he reaches puberty considering all of the weird skin ailments that I've inherited from him. Okay, so maybe they aren't really weird, but I never had to deal with these things before transplant.
My next doctor's appointment is on tax day and that's local.