Back when I was still sporting a wound vac, there were days that I would suck it up and decide that the need for some supply was worth becoming one of "the people of walmart." You know, that web site that chronicles the scary, mismatched, wild "fashions" of the people who wander the aisles of the walmarts.
Yesterday, as I was removing a bowl of black bean soup from the microwave, I lost control of it as I tried to slip a hotpad under the bowl, and scalded my arm pretty badly. After running it under cold water for a while and getting an ice pack from the freezer, I was able to consult with a friend of mine who is a family nurse practitioner. She gave me a list of the supplies I'd need to treat the burn myself rather than fork over $150 for an emergency room visit.
I was able, in my pain, to put on underwear, pants and a shirt.
So, people of walmart, what's your excuse?