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An alternative diagnosis
“He specified a full blood analysis, an X-ray of the stomach and bowel areas, a urinary analysis an ECG and an MRI. He then put him on an X2i drip, which is the strongest anti biotic treatment available and prescribed two milligrams of morphine for the pain.” “It doesn’t mean anything to me.” “The guy came in with stomach pains and yes, a high temperature and he put him on every test he could think of before the insurance company had a chance to intervene. He ensured an income of Forty-Five thousand dollars to the hospital from tests alone.” “But he has to do tests, Ollie.” “Nwww.onedoor.ccot every test ima...
If You Ever Find Yourself Drowning, Be Sure to Drink Enough Water
“You need to sleep.”I stare at my son. A cold, gray, metal table sits between us. Its presence is large and undeniable. The corner of it pushes lightly against me, reminding me that it is there. That it has always been there, even when we couldn’t see it. An impermeable, unnatural solidness that has always kept us at a distance from each other. “It’s hard to sleep.” He stares back at me and it’s like looking at my reflection in a funhouse mirror. He looks like me, if you stretched pieces of me this way and that, in all of the wrong directions. “There’s a lot of screaming.” “Well, just do your ...
Being Rude
I cannot believe what he said to me. It was incredibly rude. I can’t understand how people can be that rude to others so I just couldn’t let it go.After staring at the back of my eyelids for what felt like hours, I finally get out of bed. It was just a small comment that Gary had made, but it wouldn’t get out of my head. I paced around my bedroom for a while before finding myself at the mirror. As I contemplated what had happened, I stood in the corner, gazing at myself in the full length mirror. Overall, it had been a wonderful day. I had gone out with my girlfriends, we grabbed a bite to ea...
This Tide Lifts Us All
It was early enough that the dust still glittered in the last rays of sunset through the windows. We picked out a good table, off to the side, sheltered by the bathroom wall. We could stash our stuff in the corner when the time came for dancing, and not worry that some buzzkill would steal our warm jackets. Danny was acting weird about his new pants because he thought they were blue-green and I'd made the mistake of calling them turquoise. I hoped that more people would arrive soon to distract him. So far there was only us and what looked like a table of out-of-towners sharing a pitcher. "This...