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Cel: I want to take some cute pictures at the pumpkin patch. Please say you'll come with me.

leia: So... my birthday is coming up.

leia: What are you getting me? 😌

Yeah I guess that’s true. So damn annoying though. Just let people do their job? I mean, you′re there to help them. I feel you on that. I’m lucky my boss is pretty cool and I don’t usually have people on my case. Well, crossing my fingers that doesn’t happen, but I promise to write you as the hero you are if it comes to that.

You’re an actual doll, y’know that? If anyone were ever on your case, I don’t know how much help I can be, but feel free to send them my way and I can give them a mouthful. Would it help? Maybe, maybe not, but I’m willing to try.

I don’t blame you. Some people make it harder than others so yes, you should. It’s a good way to let off steam, burn some energy.

I’m a bit apprehensive though. The most I’ve ever boxed was when I moved out of my parents’ house. And that was just packing boxes. Maybe you can give me some pointers sometime?

I was trained to handle that kind of situation. It’s not easy but no one wants unwarranted legal action. And it’s been particularly difficult, I imagine them as my punching bag when I got the gym.

Good point. The first year of residency teaches you bedside manners and how to hold your tongue, but I don’t feel like holding my tongue sometimes. Maybe I should join you at the gym sometime. I have a few patients in mind that definitely give me the need to roughhouse at the gym. 

For sure and it’s not like you can do either. I can’t say I’ve had that kind of stuff happen to me. It was mostly angry patients during my internship but I got it. Sometimes, people get frustrated when they don’t see improvement. But you’re right, better not dwell on that kind of experience.

At least you didn’t really have to deal with things like this. Honestly though, I don’t even know how you handle PT. Frustrated patients would just make me frustrated too. How do you manage to keep your cool all the time?

I’ll never understand why people think they know more. Like, why are you even going to the doctor then if you know what you’re doing. Sorry you’re having to deal with ornery patients, Avery. I bet that’s a daily thing.

Some people just seek validation, ugh, I don’t know. If I wasn’t so good at masking my anger, I’d be on disciplinary action by now by the chief of residency. But hey, if you’re ever called to do a write-up about a resident who exploded, you can bet your ass it’s me. 

I’ve had quite a few hospital visits and had to get various scans and x-rays, being that I was quite active in sports throughout all of school, but I definitely did not pick up how to read any of them coherently and would definitely not try to tell the person in charge of fixing me up that they are wrong about my diagnosis. Some people are just dicks like that though.

I’m sure with all the sports injuries you’ve sustained, you’ve made the health professionals in Castlewood a pretty penny or two. Thanks for trusting them though. Patients like you make up for the know-it-all assholes.

Oh right. The kind of patient who already knows the diagnosis even before you examine them… the kind that makes you want to just shove the laxatives up their ass.

I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t have taken very kindly to any rectal suppositories. Whatever, I’m just glad he’s gone. 

Not in my wildest dreams would I imagine someone would be cocky enough to actually question a doctor because I just believed I knew more. That’s incredible… if incredible was another word for sad. I’m sure you didn’t, but you should have pointed him towards the exit and told him to go back to his own clinic.

You’d think people would know that, but clearly, his head was causing a bowel obstruction since it was ten feet up his own ass. If it were up to me, I would’ve kicked him out. If I didn’t care about my job, I would’ve told him off, but I had to bite my tongue. You know damn well I was calling him everything under the sun in my head, though.

I get why that’s annoying but let’s put things into context. What happened exactly?

Patient’s chief complaint was sharp pain in center of the abdomen near the umbilicus, and he claimed it was appendicitis. Lab work up came back normal, and further diagnostic imaging concluded it was caused by constipation. I came back with the report and treatment plan that consisted of mere laxatives, and he said I didn’t know I was talking about because there’s, and I quote, “No way in hell that this is caused by my shit.”