We dismiss it until it’s too late.
A faint itch. A strange heaviness. A patch of skin that doesn’t look quite right. These are the early whispers of a vascular crisis quietly unfolding beneath the surface. Left unchecked, that whisper becomes a scream—of swelling, burning, and skin so damaged it tears open into wounds that will not clo… Continues…
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