I can’t use this excuse at work because I am on my 3rd boss in four years and fourth corporate overlords. And yes, I have been at the same job the whole time (I’ve not been job-hopping, the job keeps hopping on its own).
And now, everyone I hear says it’s diverticulosis. I could look up and see if there’s a specific difference between the two, but I’m going to let you do that.
Recently, we had a patient who claimed to not know why her blood sugar was so dangerously high but she had just finished off an entire box of Rice Krispy treats by herself! Also, I like the look of that weasel. I should draw him again.
This is actually a conversation from real life. I work in hospice and we have to “prove” that our patients are appropriate for the service. Sometimes, by regs, we have to take them off the service, then they die shortly thereafter, leading someone to comment, “I guess she was appropriate.”
