First just shrugging it off, at home soon decyphered the deeper meaning. Cause a special service of the shop is turning the print on top upside down, so when you grab the pile out of the envelope there wouldn't be any prints on it. And yup, as it happens, the one on top being just one like this:

Woa, still wish all the dumbfu**ked people giving me stoopid looks on the train when going to see the surgeon having the wounds rinsed out with desinfectant, squeezed out the coagulated blood etc. and the progess of the necrosis checked, could've seen what it looked like below the bandages. Not to mention me their faces.
And especially what it loked like the week between the last 2 jobs (i.e. cutting the the dead part off and a week later patching the open wound with another graft):



But still not objecting when I replied, 'Yeah, but nonetheless just looks like s**t.'
Well, hope next one will work out better. Not to mention less painful. Two days to go.
PS: In case you were wondering ... Yup, the title about the complication's complication of course is another immortal line I just couldn't resist nicking -- shame on you if you didn't recognised it immediately. If so, consider yourself being urged getting yourself a copy of Terry Gilliam's hilarious and brilliant film Brazil and (re)watch it at once.
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