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I don’t understand why patients become such snotty people when I ask them why they’re being seen in the ER or what the chief complaint is. Like, lady, I really, really don’t care if it burns when you pee.

I just can’t leave that part of the form blank or I can’t register you. (I also could use an eye roll font.)

Want another bright idea?

It’s not setting your friend’s rat tail on fire because it ‘looked like a fuse’ and you ‘wanted to see how fast it will burn.’

Third degree burns to the scalp.

Not sure if they’re still friends.

You know what just sounds like a fabulous idea?

Well, it sure ain’t getting drunk, climbing up a 14-foot ladder, and trying to remove a beehive from the side of your house.

Lots of stings, few broken bones, transferred out…

When the doctor tells you not to eat prior to surgery, you shouldn’t assume it’s okay to eat Little Debbie snack cakes just because ‘well, they’re not a real meal,’ unless you want your surgery rescheduled because you did this.

Maybe more people need to remember this before they go around spewing hate. So many people have loud opinions, but when you’re bleeding out on the side of the road because a drunk driver just T-boned you, do you think you’ll care—or even notice—that your medic has bandages wrapped around her chest

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Wait, wait, wait… You’re telling me you trust the info you look up about emphysema on some website last updated during the release of Space Jam, but you don’t trust a doctor with years of education and a medical degree?