"So, how much alcohol do you drink? A case a night?"
"Nooooo, not a case. Not anything like that."
"How much, then?"
"Oh, only about 10 beers a night."
"Uh. Hm. And how's that working out for you?"
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"So what brings you to the emergency room this morning?"
"Well, I woke up with this weird rash. And I knew my doctor's office would be busy and I wouldn't be able to see anyone until like 2 pm, and I just didn't feel like waiting."
"So. . . you came to the EMERGENCY room?"
"Yeah!"
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"I smoke about 2 packs per day of cigarettes, been doin' it for about 20 years."
"Have you thought about quitting?"
"Yeah, I used the nicotine patch for about a week. Worked good, I didn't want to smoke at all. But I stopped it."
"Why was that?"
"Oh, it made my chest feel funny. Kind of tight."
"Hmm. And how's your breathing been lately?"
"Not too good. My doctor says something about. . . emphysema? Something like that."
"I guess having shortness of breath and having to wear oxygen for the rest of your life would make your chest feel kind of funny, too, huh?"
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(that smacking sound you hear is my hand impacting on my head. Over. . . and over . . . and over . . . )
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I have to pass this on to my DH, a knitting family doctor. He comes home with stories like this so often! Thanks!
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