You know what really disturbs me?
When I go into my primary-care clinic and everyone give me that 'awwwww. . . ' look.
You know, the kind of look that you would give a puppy with a bucket on it's head. The cone of shame according to Dug.
I like my medical staff rushed, surly, and contentious. I find all this sympathy unnerving.
And you kind of know you're screwed when you hear the lab tech pull the head tech aside as say, "Are you sure all of these are for him?"
Pfffttt. 8 vials. Although, I did feel like I needed a cookie when I was done.
And a Superman bandaid.
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