Dr. Grumpy: "Are you allergic to any medications?"
Mr. Protist: "Um... I got really sick once from amoebic dysentery. Does that count?"
A Blog detailing the insanity of my medical practice and the stupidity of everyday life.
Dr. Grumpy: "Are you allergic to any medications?"
Mr. Protist: "Um... I got really sick once from amoebic dysentery. Does that count?"
Annie: “Dr. Grumpy’s office, this is Annie.”
Ms. X: “Hi, I was wondering if I could talk to Dr. Grumpy, I have a medication question?”
Annie: “Well, can you tell me…”
Ms. X: “I just need to know, hypothetically, what would happen if someone stopped Ozbixacu abruptly in a 9-year-old boy.”
Annie: “Dr. Grumpy doesn’t see anyone under 18. Are you a patient? Who is this?”
Ms. X: “My name isn’t important. I need an answer. Now. Either give me the answer or get the doctor on the phone.”
Annie: “Look, I can’t just…”
Ms. X: “I am so done with you so-called medical people.”
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Okay, time to hit the mailbag for stuff you guys have sent in.
First, from the Guardian Angle Department:
Next is this lodging establishment:
Here we have a recycling can, apparently for people with partial bisection injuries (I don't think Darth Maul counts as "partial").
One reader says she discovered this uplifting decor at her dentist's office:
And, lastly, nurse Jenn says this drawer is in the galley of the nurses station she works at: