riVeRrat writes:
Unfortunately, I learned that my particular brand of complaint is potentially very rare and 'a highly exciting area of research'
Reminds of when my parrot had psittacosis, and I contracted it, and got pneumonia from it. I felt like a pin cushion in the hospital. In three days I had well over 25 needles stuck in me. It seemed like every intern in the hospital wanted to do some kind of test on me.
While in the Army I developed an ear infection which was treated with an antibiotic already pulled from the civilian market due to its inimicable side-effects on tendons and ligaments.
After a two-day forced march, I complained of pain in my right leg. At the hospital, the senior doctor who diagnosed my torn Achilles tendon then taught the younger docs how to do it: this involved, among other things, poking my leg in multiple places and asking which poke was most painful. He had performed this excruciating quiz several times, and directed his juniors to repeat it.
When the third resident approached, I pointed to the senior physician, and said, "Sir, ask that bastard--he knows where it hurts."
I got chewed out for it. But they stopped poking my leg.
(Note to Mod: During those sleepless nights of worry you referred to earlier, I thought of many stories I haven't told you. It was then I knew you couldn't die
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