Scenes from the doctor's:
The nurse was having difficulty attaching the leads to the patient's chest; the pads were determined not to stick. She asked, irritatedly, what kind of soap the patient used, commenting that moisturizers interfere with adhesion. The patient assured her, earnestly: "I haven't bathed since last night, so I'm sure that I'm quite dirty."
The nurse was having difficulty attaching the leads to the patient's chest; the pads were determined not to stick. She asked, irritatedly, what kind of soap the patient used, commenting that moisturizers interfere with adhesion. The patient assured her, earnestly: "I haven't bathed since last night, so I'm sure that I'm quite dirty."
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The technician clucked sympathetically, "Yes, I'm aware that the wand feels like it's being poked through your chest..."
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The doctor was extemporizing, somewhat grandiosely, about the evils of certain foods/practices, and wondered, rhetorically, why people even considered eating/doing them.
The patient interjected, with an impish, slightly conspiratorial tone, "But it's delicious!"
The doctor turned upon her the full force of his withering stare, forehead wrinkling and nostrils flaring, his whole face a mask of disgust, and responded snappishly, "Well, if a stupid person wants to keep on killing herself with coffee/fast food/red meat/voting for uninformed idiots...because it's delicious...she's perfectly welcome to do so."
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