In summary: this dude has had fatigue, night sweats, and flu-like symptoms for more than a month. Sinus infection? I think not...but let's give him some antibiotics anyways. Just for fun. Fast forward 7 days: head-to-toe rash that itches like the dickens. Too late for a drug reaction and Benedryl barely touches it. The wheels starting turning and I zeroed in on the little box at the back of my mind, covered in cobwebs and nearly rusted shut. I sat up straight, look her in the eye, and it happened: It was like verbal diarrhea, but in a good way. The light bulb clicked on and the knowledge just spewed from my mouth as if it was entirely separate from my brain. After giving myself a mental high five I strut out of the office, pouring one out for my homies who have ever left the hospital feeling defeated, inadequate, or down right lobotomized.
I helped someone. I spoke up and I knew exactly what I was talking about. I want more of these moments in my life.
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You are like a House episode! Did you get that glazed over look and smack someone with a cane? Heehee :) You rock!
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