When I got my covid test, it felt like the swab was as long as depicted here and that they were trying to see if they could push it all the way through my head. In the words of my doctor, “I’m going to touch your brain now.”
We have alcoholic wipes at work we’re supposed to use on our tablets. I’ve learned to not use them unless my car door is open or the window is rolled down, otherwise they about knock me out.
Our compute program in hospice really does have a place for the patient to sign on the death visit. (also: notice what kind of critter the auditor is?)
