Since I was 52 years of age, I've been able to make use of the George Washington University Hospital.
The other day, the dermatology department came across a skin wound I suffered in 1985(?). I was coming home from teaching an evening class in computers at Golden Gate University, when on the Bart train, someone on the platform of the Oakland downtown station pointed a handgun at the window in the train car I was seated and shot. The bullet shattered the glass at my eye nearest the window. The plexiglass saved my life; but the force of the bullet grazed my cheek below.
I didn't think I was sufficiently injured to require first aid; and I declined to go to a hospital for treatment.
A dermatologist at GW just received results of a biopsy of that injured tissue he took as part of a routine check. I will need surgery right away. It may occur in time to prolong my life!
That's the kind of medical care I've been receiving since now back in DC!
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