All in all, 3 hours of my day gone, for a 20-minute doc appointment that boils down to "yep, looks fine, wrap it in gauze...which I don't seem to have, so go buy some." Between that useless bit of info and my hand hurting like a motherfucker due to his 'examining' it, I'm not really in a good mood.
Oh, lest I forget, my chair is now REALLY broken. I'd get a new one, if I ever got paid.