"I've been having headaches, you know, and like, stuff that I get with them, you know, all that stuff that happens with my headaches, like, you know, it hurts, and I don't feel good and stuff, you know, and like, can you do stuff about this? You know, like, pills or stuff or something?"
And, as usual, this call came in at around 3:00 a.m.
Time to hit the email bag for shots you guys have sent me.
First, this screenshot shows the dangers of having your site truncated by browser software:
Next we have this snack bar:
I think I'll just have the plain cheese pizza, hold the toppings.
And here's a fine example of (probably artisanal) coffee:
It might be really good, but if I were at a coffee place and a guy said to me "Hey! Would you like to taste mysore nuggets?" I'd probably run. Fast.
Next is a beer that believes in truth in advertising:
Here's an ad for a resort's play facility:
They apparently have a higher opinion of 6-week-old human motor skills than I do.
This is from an interview with a Best Buy executive, describing company plans. I don't understand this, which is why I guess I'm not an MBA. In fact, it sounds like a story from the Onion.
To show yet another irritating overuse of the word "artisan" we have this mass-produced vinyl barbecue cover:
And finally, since it is April 1, here's one of my favorite pranks ever:
While I generally don't promote artists other than myself (trust me, medicine is an art more than a science) sometimes I simply MUST do so.
Witness, please, this truly remarkable cop-cam performance by Mr. Robert Wilkinson, a Canadian gentleman. In an attempt to convince a police officer that he was not inebriated, Mr. Wilkinson did what any sober person would do: belt out a complete a cappella rendition of Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody" (okay, so he briefly used the windows as drums, but it was quick) in the squad car.
It's worth watching the entire thing. I promise.
One night in medical school, after a round of tests, I performed a stirring rendition of "My Way" at a now-defunct karaoke bar. Afterwards my roommate Enzyme commented, "Dude, you can't carry a tune worth shit. But boy, can you sing." Mr. Wilkinson demonstrates that statement better than I ever could.
Thanks for your recent refill request on Ms. Andrews. I've signed and faxed it back.
I'm used to seeing notes on these things (usually mixed with the patients' names) as reminders to your staff. I've seen "John Smith - Always double count pills" and "Lisa - give her dog a treat - Jones" and "hearing impaired - Michael Harris."
And I'm aware it's important that your tech know if a patient should have a childproof cap, or one that's easy to pop off.
But it just doesn't sound good when I get a request for a lady named "Suzy 'Easy Opening' Andrews."
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