One of the questionable perks of being a resident (or the wife of a resident) is the drug-sponsored dinner. Usually we show up at a local chain restaurant, there’s a lot of friends present, we eat, we talk, we drink, sometimes we get a pad of paper or a pen covered with the name of the drug du jour. But the last dinner had something a bit more: posters covering the restaurant walls, highlighting the seven types of stools (with descriptions and pictures)…talk to your doctor…definitely the most camera-picture-worthy moment of my life.
Holy Crap, talk about great dinner conversation.
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Oh my goodness — what a memorable evening!
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ew. i made the mistake of checking your blog while eating lunch.
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so is level 12 bad?
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