031. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

I can't tell you how disappointed I am at this moment that there is not enough traffic for you all to play in. Maybe some other time.

Lupus. Right. Ha ha. It isn't lupus. You got it. Affirmative.

Moving on.

A shiny, shiny coin goes to the tourist who makes Emmett cry.

Comments

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Ow. You hurt my ego.

You've got two options, deal with it or solve it. Whining won't fix anything. Medical profession sucks why? It's like everything else in this world. Stick up for yourself and how you feel, if you roll over then it is more fun for me. In-laws? I can't help you there.

[abaddonnox.livejournal.com]

I doubt anything could possibly ever dent that ego of yours ...

I deal with it, but usually end up being called rude. And where are your miraculous powers of deduction? My in-laws are both doctors ...

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

They just don't make em like they used to. Sucks to be everyone else.

I'm sure that doesn't phase you. And unless your "friendly" local office allows a relative to treat you, they'd remain being in-laws first, doctors second.

[abaddonnox.livejournal.com]

Ah--

... ew ...

Well played, dude ...

Just try to cure more people than you kill ... kk?

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Does that meet your requirements of "miraculous powers of deduction?" I could go on.

Because filling out all that paperwork and going home at night to know you killed someone are among my favorite things.

[abaddonnox.livejournal.com]

Nope, that's okay. I prostrate myself before the master.

Somehow, I almost doubt you're facetious there ...