I’m so medically wary now that, if I ever again need stitches, I’ll either do them myself Rambo-style using lidocaine or, if I can’t patch it up because the cut is on my back or butt, I’ll take vodka, neat, for the pain. Forever done with injections (unless there’s a trusting relationship with the injector, as in, they’re my own damn husband or mother). I can’t imagine the gargantuan betrayal of trust that‘s taken place will be healing for a loooooong time to come. In fact, I expect most medical practices and hospitals will experience a tremendous financial impact (as they should), as well as every individual who knowingly poisoned another.