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Turnips, I figured you'd subscribed so I should tell you why I bailed. I had a doctor once who was my GP, with a wildly busy practice, but he was also the director at a hospital and in charge of numerous boards. He was very fond of my wife, also a patient, and so abided me brusquely. “My god,” he’d say, giving me an EKG as I shook with whitecoat syndrome, “I can hardly get the pads to stick. You’re sweating like a pig.” Then he’d walk away. Beep beep.

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