My current hospital consult is apparently unable to finish any sentence without putting the word "diarrhea" into it somewhere.
Sunday, February 18, 2024
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Cast of Characters:
Annie: My Phenomenal MA
Mary: My Awesome Secretary
Ed: The office fish
Dr. Pissy: The guy I share an office with
Mrs. Grumpy: My Boss (also the world's greatest school nurse)
Frank, Craig, and Marie: The Grumpy Tribe
Garlic and Riley: The Grumpy Dogs
Questions? Comments? Biting sarcasm? Write to: pagingdrgrumpy [at] gmail [dot] com
Note: I do not answer medical questions. If you are having a medical issue, see your own doctor. For all you know I'm really a Mongolian yak herder and have no medical training at all except in issues regarding the care and feeding of Mongolian yaks.
11 comments:
G.I. consult??
bobbie
Sometimes you just need those extra couple of trochees to fill out your meter.
Never realized you did pediatric neurology.
That must have been one romantic marriage proposal.
You do know you only get paid the first time you say the secret word, right?
Actually, my book was originally supposed to be called "Bridget Jones's Diarrhea," but someone at the publisher's misheard it and, by the time we realized the mistake, they'd already printed 50,000 copies.
Back in the day - 1975ish- when requesting a CT scan of the head you had mark where you thought the lesion was on a little image of a brain printed on the request form. Where would you mark the possible lesion site for this patient??
I learned in high school to avoid a run on sentences.
Triple the frequency, and it's like someone who went to Harvard.
Well that sounds crappy.
Yup, and when you get that car you tell ‘em Groucho sent ya!
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