We Hope This Story Goes Viral!
DOCTOR/PHYSICIAN, LIARS/SCAMMERS, MEDICAL OFFICE, SINGAPORE | HEALTHY | MARCH 18, 2021
I’m seeing a gynaecologist at a private clinic because the general polyclinics in Singapore don’t have the specific type of birth control I want. The doctor is a woman and seems okay on the first visit.
Doctor: “And what do you do for a living?”
Me: “I’m a virologist; I work for a vaccine development company.”
On the second visit, she tries to hard-sell me the HPV vaccine. In many countries, it’s given to teenagers for free, but it’s very expensive to buy out of pocket privately.
Me: “I don’t think I need it because I’m married and my husband didn’t have any sex partners before.”
Doctor: “No, but once you become sexually active, the HPV can fly through the air and infect you at any time.”
This is complete nonsense; HPV is not airborne.
Me: “Remember last time when I said I’m a virologist working in vaccine research and development?”
“What The F***?” Is Right!
COWORKERS, HEALTH & BODY, IGNORING & INATTENTIVE, LAZY/UNHELPFUL, OFFICE, USA | HEALTHY | MARCH 17, 2021
I work for the billing department of a medical supply company. One day, my coworker and I return from lunch to find a voicemail on the answering service. [Coworker] has been with us just a few weeks at this time.
Message: “Hello, this is [Woman].”
She coughs a few times. My coworker rolls her eyes.
Coworker: “This lady.”
Message: “I’m calling because, um, my oxygen concentrator seems to be malfunctioning.” *More coughing* “There’s a red light on and I don’t know what it means. My number is [phone number]. Please call me back as soon as possible. Thank you.”
Coworker: “Jesus.”
She deletes the message.
Me: “What are you doing? She needs help.”
Coworker: “It’s not our job to get that s*** worked out. She called yesterday, too, but I told her she has to call the supplies department, not billing.”
I stare at her, dumbfounded and angry.
Me: “Are you seriously telling me that a woman has called twice to say she needs help and you ignored her?”
Coworker: “She needs the supply department, not us.”
Me: “You— I— I— What the f***, [Coworker]? That’s not okay.”
Coworker: “Whatever.”
I immediately called the supply department and told them the woman’s name, though I couldn’t remember her number. Then, I called human resources — with [Coworker] right beside me — and told them what she had done. As soon as I hung up, she received a phone call, got up, and left the room. She did not come back.
Scars Just Mean It Didn’t Kill Ya!
AUSTRALIA, DOCTOR/PHYSICIAN, HOME, NEW SOUTH WALES, SONS & DAUGHTERS | HEALTHY | MARCH 16, 2021
I was born breech but was delivered naturally. The obstetrician had to use forceps at the end to get my head out, and it obviously left injuries on my face.
Shortly after my birth, my mum is meeting some friends who are seeing me for the first time. One sees the wounds from the forceps.
Friend: “Are you going to sue the doctor?”
Mum: “What? No! Why would I?”
Friend: “He’s scarred your daughter! Look at her!”
Mum: “[My Name] was born perfectly fine thanks to [Obstetrician]’s knowledge and skills. She was breech. Do you have any idea how dangerous that can be? Scars are the least of my worries!”
I still have the scars from the forceps nearly thirty years later. They don’t bother me at all.
Specializing In Being Sus AF
BIZARRE, IMPOSSIBLE DEMANDS, MEDICAL OFFICE, RECEPTION, USA, WASHINGTON | HEALTHY | MARCH 15, 2021
My primary care physician finds some dangerous anomalies in some routine blood work and refers me to a specialist. I call the specialist’s office to make an appointment and I run into an obstacle.
Receptionist: “Before the doctor can see you, you will need to get your records from your former visit.”
I suddenly remember that I saw this same doctor five years ago for something similar.
Me: “You don’t have the records?”
Receptionist: “We moved buildings and changed our name, so no.”
Me: “Why can’t you use the records on file from my primary physician?”
Receptionist: “We need our former records.”
Me: “And you don’t have them.”
Receptionist: “No. We moved buildings.”
Me: “…”
Receptionist: “Call this number and get your records or the doctor can’t move on with treatment.”
I am frustrated by this, as my health issue is potentially life-threatening and I just want to get started in treatment, but I hang up and call the number. The call leads me to a badly recorded message that’s just some guy saying that if I want records I have to mail twenty-five dollars and a signed note to a PO box. I hang up on that mess, call the specialist’s office back, and speak to the same receptionist.
Me: “That was a weird message asking for money. I won’t be doing that. I can get you the records of my treatment from my doctor. It was only a one-year course of [medication] five years ago. Nothing else.”
Receptionist: “Nothing else?”
Me: “One medication. That was all.”
Receptionist: “Well, you have a week before your appointment. Just get those records or the doctor can’t treat you.”
She hung up on me. Maybe this is common practice for a medical office that has changed buildings, but it seems way too shady to me. I called my PCP and got a referral to a different specialist.
Did… Did It Work?
BIZARRE, CURRENT EVENTS, DOCTOR/PHYSICIAN, MALAYSIA, RELIGION, SILLY | HEALTHY | MARCH 14, 2021
This is a story my colleague told me about his uncle. His uncle is rather superstitious and believes in a lot of weird things. When he tests positive for a certain rapidly spreading illness, his first reaction is to go to a bomoh — Malaysian witch-doctor — for an exorcism. For various reasons, my colleague is stuck accompanying his uncle to the bomoh.
Bomoh: “Okay, I can exorcise you. Hold still, please.”
Uncle: “Okay.”
Bomoh: “Begone, evil spirits!”
He pulls out a toy laser gun and points it at [Uncle]’s head.
Bomoh: “All-laaah!”
Typing this out does not give it justice. The way my colleague repeated it, it sounded like a mix of singsong, bombastic, and high.
Alas, Poor Howard! A Fellow Of Infinite Thrift!
BIZARRE, THRIFT STORE, USA | HEALTHY | MARCH 13, 2021
On a break between classes, I decide to browse through a thrift store up the street. It’s shortly before Halloween, so there’s the usual assortment of worse-for-the-wear stuffed witches and sequined black cats… and then, between a bag of fake cobwebs and a dented plastic jack-o’-lantern, I find a human skull. A real one.
It’s been prepped for anatomy classes, with the jaw hinged and all the cranial sutures labeled, so my guess is that someone just assumed it was another Halloween decoration without bothering to look any closer. I immediately grab it; I’m a medical student with a deep sense of the macabre, and I’d love nothing more than to have a human skull to put in my office someday. Now, the question is whether it’s legal for me to have it and whether bringing a skull home would bother my boyfriend.
Five minutes of frantic Googling informs me that it’s perfectly legal for a private citizen to own human body parts in my state, but it’s illegal to sell them without a license. Given that the skull is in with the Halloween decorations and already showing a few cracks from rough handling, I decide that’s a risk I’ll run, and I text my boyfriend.
Me: “I found a human skull in a thrift store. It’s $4. I’m pretty sure they thought it was a Halloween prop.”
Boyfriend: “Did you just stumble into a murder mystery? I don’t want to have to rescue you from mysterious kidnappers.”
Me: “No, it looks like an anatomy class skull, so it probably wasn’t a murder victim. Would it bother you if I bought it?”
Boyfriend: “As long as it’s not murder evidence, go for it. That used to be really important to someone; it seems wrong for it to be sitting on a shelf for $4.”
Having gotten the okay from my boyfriend, I grab a cheap towel to cushion the skull and finish looking through the store. There’s a huge stack of outdated dentistry books from the 1960s and a few gummy, faded classroom models of teeth and jaws one shelf over, so my guess is that the skull used to belong to a retired dentist and was donated and put up for sale without anyone noticing it was real. As soon as I get back to campus, I take it to one of my professors. He confirms that, yep, it’s real, and tells me that based on the facial structure and the way it’s been prepped, it’s probably a male from the 1940s. My professor also points out a couple of signs of disease-related bone damage and asks if he can borrow the skull during the class unit on tuberculosis.
My boyfriend and I have named the skull Howard. He lives on our mantlepiece and visits the class with me once a semester. I do not regret buying him.
We Don’t Want To Know Where She Was Looking
HEALTH & BODY, MEDICAL OFFICE, PARENTS/GUARDIANS, SEATTLE, USA, WASHINGTON | HEALTHY | MARCH 12, 2021
I’m at the doctor’s office, and a woman comes in crying and shouting.
Woman: “I can’t find my daughter’s prostate!”
The nurse calmly explained to her what the prostate is for and why women don’t have them. The woman left, looking humiliated.
It’s Not Just In The Media
EMERGENCY SERVICES, LAZY/UNHELPFUL, PENNSYLVANIA, PITTSBURGH, USA | HEALTHY | MARCH 11, 2021
It is a day or two after my dad has had a pacemaker finally put in after several years of him dying due to an extremely slow heart rate. It is quite early in the morning and I am awoken by my dad telling me to call 911 as he’s experiencing severe chest pain. He goes back to his room and I quickly run to grab the phone and I call 911, which is when things go south.
Operator: “Hello?”
I think I’ve called the wrong number somehow.
Me: “Hello?”
Operator: “Hi. Did you need something?”
Me: “Yeah, is this 911?”
Operator: “Yes. Did you need something?”
Me: “Sorry, it’s just that in the media you guys always say, ‘911, what’s your emergency?’ and you threw me off. Anyway, I need an ambulance to my house.”
Rise Like A Very Confused Phoenix
CANADA, DOCTOR/PHYSICIAN, ONTARIO, VET | HEALTHY | MARCH 10, 2021
My indoor tabby cat is ten years old. Recently, we had a little health scare with him that got so bad we thought we were going to lose him. Luckily, he pulled through. We decided from then on we were going to take him for regular vet checks. Yes, I know we should have been taking him regularly before.
After having a bad experience with one clinic, we are recommended to a better clinic. They are great with my boy and super nice.
After the first visit, I talk to the vet.
Vet #1 : “Phoenix is in great health. His ticker is good, his teeth are great, and he is very well-behaved. Since he is ten now, I’d like you to put him on senior food.”
Six months later, we go back to the vet to get some vaccines.
Vet #2 : “I am really concerned about Phoenix’s teeth. He has some bad gingivitis; you won’t be able to see it if you looked but I have a trained eye so I can see it. Also, why do you have him on a senior food?”
She’d Be Swelling With Pride
AUSTRALIA, CHILDREN, CURRENT EVENTS, HOSPITAL, VICTORIA | HEALTHY | MARCH 9, 2021
I’m at the hospital.
Little Boy: “Why aren’t you wearing a mask?”
Me: “Oh, hi, kid. The masks don’t fit me right now. Can you go back to your mum? I can’t talk well right now.”
Little Boy: “Mummy says that everyone has to wear a mask.”
Me: “Normally she’d be right, but the doctor has given me special permission just this once.”
Little Boy: “But Mummy says that people who don’t wear masks are selfish b*****ds.”
Me: “Go back to your mummy and I’m sure she’ll explain it. I can’t fit into the masks right now.”
Little Boy: “Why not?”
Me: “Because my face is all swollen up, see?”
Little Boy: “Isn’t that what you normally look like?”
Me: “No?”
Little Boy: “Oh, all right, then.”
In the mother’s defence, the woman he wandered back to was trying to comfort a little girl with a lot of blood on her face. I think she was a bit preoccupied to realise what had happened.
Medical Work Can Make You A Little Nutty
BIZARRE, MEDICAL OFFICE, NURSES, USA | HEALTHY | MARCH 8, 2021
I’m at my orthopedist’s office to treat an inflammatory injury to my hand. They assess the damage and decide to give me an anti-inflammatory injection to treat it. I do extremely poorly with shots and realize at the last second that I’ve forgotten to eat breakfast, which makes it worse. Shortly after the injection, I have one coherent moment where I look at my nurse and tell her I think I’m going to puke before I go mostly incoherent and nearly black out.
When I’m feeling a little more lucid, I notice there’s a different nurse than my original nurse, who I find out got freaked out when she realized I might faint and got another nurse to take care of me.
Nurse #2 : “Yeah, she was freaking out. Halfway through, she says, ‘Her lips are blue! They’re blue! They’re blue!’ I had to tell her, ‘Yeah, she’s passing out. They’re gonna do that. She’ll be okay.'”
Me: “Ha, I don’t even remember that… Um, am I able to get some water?”
Nurse #1 : “Oh, good. That’s the last thing we need! I went to get the ice as quick as I could but I realized none of it was crushed so I grabbed a jar of peanuts to crush it with but I broke the jar and got some peanuts on the ice.”
Me: “Oh… thanks.”
[Nurse #2 ] and I stare at her as she leaves the room and I turn to look at my ice, which isn’t crushed and is in giant pieces. I feebly scoop out a giant ice cube with my hand since she didn’t bring me a spoon. [Nurse #2 ] looks exhausted as she sighs.
Brace For Impact!
BIZARRE, DENTIST, FUNNY, SOUTH CAROLINA, USA | HEALTHY | MARCH 6, 2021
I got braces a week ago. It’s a rather boring day, so my friends and I decide to goof off on the trampoline. While doing a flip, I fall and faceplant, and my braces get caught in the mesh.
We’re all laughing like idiots until it becomes apparent that I cannot free myself. One of my friends runs and grabs a pair of wire cutters and uses it to remove the wire from my braces, freeing me. In the process, a few brackets pop off, but it’s far better than having to call emergency services for help.
A few days later, I’m at the orthodontist, getting the wire and brackets put back on.
Orthodontist: “Good lord, what did you eat?”
Me: “Uh, actually, I got my face caught in a trampoline.”
Orthodontist: “What?”
Me: “Yeah. My friend was doing flips and I tried to copy them and landed on my face. And, uh, we had to get me free somehow.”
Orthodontist: *Laughing* “That’s a new one.”
There was no permanent damage and my braces ended up working out perfectly. But I wonder if anyone else has ever had that happen. I can’t be the only mega klutz that’s had to be freed from a trampoline.
You’ll Knock That Migraine Out Real Good
DOCTOR/PHYSICIAN, HOSPITAL, USA | HEALTHY | MARCH 5, 2021
I get migraines that can take me out for days. Before the headache sets in, I lose sensation in the left side of my body, followed by nausea and vomiting, and then tunnel vision. It is impossible for me to work when it gets to this point, so I try to take care of it as soon as the first symptoms start.
I get to work early to set up and start losing sensation in my neck and shoulder on the left. I immediately take all the meds my doctor tells me to, hoping it’s not too late. I ask the front desk to cancel my first client so I can go to the urgent care next door and see if they can do anything.
I turn off a few lights in the exam room to ease the pain and try to focus on the poster in front of me. It is a PSA on “How to prescribe opioids properly.” I grew up in a place where opioid addiction is an epidemic and have lost many friends to overdoses.
The doctor finally comes in and switches on all the lights.
Doctor: “I’m going to give you something for the nausea and twenty-two Percocet.”
I stare at him in disbelief. Twenty-two Percocet for a migraine? He sees my look.
Doctor: “Okay, twenty-four, then, and here’s a note for work.”
I was too upset and flabbergasted to say much more but I took the scripts and left. I went back to work and explained what had happened and that I needed to go home. One of my coworkers offered to sell my script!
I lost it on them and took an Uber home and just slept it off. I just couldn’t believe the doctor’s reaction or my coworker’s lack of awareness.
This’ll Make You Clench Your Teeth
BELGIUM, HOSPITAL, PATIENTS, REVOLTING | HEALTHY | MARCH 4, 2021
I work as a secretary in the Medical Imaging department at a local hospital. We offer appointments for MRIs. When a patient checks in, we ask them to fill out a questionnaire. This is to check if they have materials inside their body that can be dangerous because of the electromagnetic waves of the MRI.
Sometimes people can’t fill in the questionnaire. Some forget their good glasses, some can’t read or write, some don’t speak the language. Whatever the reason, we offer to read the questions to them and fill it in.
A patient comes up to me and says he can’t fill the questionnaire in on his own. I go over the questions with him. One of the questions is about dentures and whether they are magnetic.
Me: “Do you have dentures, sir?”
Patient: “Yes.”
Me: “Are they magnetic?”
Patient: “No, they are fastened with hooks. Here, look!”
The patient proceeds to pull down his mask and pull out his dentures, and he tries to shove them in my face!
Me: “That’s all right, sir. I believe you.”
I have never been happier that we had plastic shields installed at our desks.
Yeah, But I Don’t See How That’s Any Of Your Business
DOCTOR/PHYSICIAN, JERK, MEDICAL OFFICE, USA | HEALTHY | MARCH 3, 2021
It’s the early 2000s and I’m eighteen. I have been taking birth control, but my period is late and my boyfriend and I are worried. I make an appointment with my general practitioner.
Now, regardless of my personal life choices, she should be professional, right?
Nope. The first thing she says when she walks in the room is:
Lazy Medical Work Is Infectious
DOCTOR/PHYSICIAN, HOSPITAL, LAZY/UNHELPFUL, NURSES, USA | HEALTHY | MARCH 2, 2021
I have a lump under my chin that has been swollen to the size of a blueberry for three months. I finally go see my doctor, who refers me to a specialist.
Specialist: “Oh, that’s no good at all. Three months, you say? We should remove it as soon as possible. It could be cancerous.”
Scared, I agree and am set up to have the surgery two weeks hence. I go in for pre-surgery bloodwork one week after the specialist appointment.
The very young nurse assigned to take my blood does not clean the skin, use a tourniquet, put on gloves, or even feel around for a vein. She looks, stabs, and fails to get blood.
Then, she walks out of the room, leaving the needle stuck in my arm. The very professional older nurse who comes in next is able to draw blood easily, but I am left with a bruise taking up my entire forearm from the first nurse’s attempt. I suspect she was a very nervous student.
One week later, I come in for my surgery. I’m missing both a college exam and a few days of work for this. They start the IV and give me the first level of anesthesia, sending me to sleep.
I wake up. I yawn and find it immediately suspicious that there is no discomfort when I do so.
Nurse: “I’m sorry, but your doctor is actually out of town. She is teaching a seminar. This was her usual surgery day, but it was blocked. I don’t know how you got put on the schedule, but we can fit you in again in two weeks.”
I agree. Three days later, I cut the back of my thumb fairly deeply on a plastic notebook divider in class. I immediately leave to wash my hands and use my first aid kit to put antiseptic and a bandaid on it.
The following morning, I notice a red line creeping up from my thumb. In the next two hours, it has gotten all the way to my wrist. My first class of the day is with the same professor whose class I was in when I cut myself, and my second class of the day is three hours later with the same professor.
Me: “Hey, Professor, remember how I cut myself in class yesterday and then washed it? Yeah, I think it got infected anyway.”
Professor: “Oh, my gosh. Yeah, go to the student clinic right now. I won’t count it against you if you miss class later. I’ll email you any relevant information if you’re not there. Be safe.”
At the student clinic, they give me two different antibiotic injections, two oral antibiotic prescriptions, and instructions to go to the emergency room if the red line keeps progressing.
A few days later, it is now a week after I was supposed to have surgery. Not only has my thumb infection been defeated, but the suspicious lump is also gone. I call the specialist’s office to tell them this. Surprisingly, I get to talk to the doctor herself, not just one of the nurses.
Me: “So, I got a badly infected cut and the lump went away. What does that mean regarding my surgery?”
Specialist: “Oh, yeah, I’m reviewing your bloodwork, and based on that, it looks like you just had a low-level infection that had isolated itself in a minor lymph node, causing the swelling. If you had gotten an ultrasound, we would have been able to tell that.”
Me: “You didn’t offer me an ultrasound, though! You told me it was probably cancer and should come out immediately!”
Specialist: “Based upon the shape and size of it and what I have in my notes here, it was more likely to have been a benign tumor, not a cancerous one. If you had gotten an ultrasound, I would’ve been able to tell it was neither of those things.”
Me: “You didn’t offer me an ultrasound! I didn’t even know that was an option!”
Specialist: “Well, would you still like to have it removed?”
Me: “No! It’s totally gone and you’re telling me it was just a swollen lymph node! Please cancel my surgery. I’ll call the hospital tomorrow to make sure I’m off the schedule.”
A month later, I get a bill from the hospital for the surgery I never had as well as for the anesthesia I did have. My father works at that hospital. Armed with my lab results, which he is qualified to interpret, and my bill, he stays late after his shift to talk to the billing department for me.
They inform him that they can take off the surgical fees, but that the anesthesia will not be covered by the insurance.
Father: “Any doctor could look at these lab results and tell you that cancer is unlikely. The white blood cell types are all wrong for that. In addition, the only reason the surgery wasn’t performed at that time was because the doctor was literally out of the country. If this bill doesn’t get written off, my daughter will be suing both the hospital and the specialist for everything she possibly can.”
They saw reason, and I never had to pay anything for that fiasco. Over a decade later, that same lymph node still gets swollen every time I’m fighting off an illness. Multiple doctors have assured me it is fine and can even act as an early-warning system that I am getting sick.
I never went back to that specialist, or that hospital, ever again.
(I Love) The Way You Make Me Feel
FUNNY, GOLDEN YEARS, HEALTH & BODY, HOSPITAL, PATIENTS, USA | HEALTHY | MARCH 1, 2021
My dad is battling cancer and needs surgery. My sister and I are waiting for him in the recovery room, and of course, our nerves are already on edge.
As we are waiting for our dad to wake up, we hear the elderly little lady in the recovery suite next door, bless her heart, break out with this:
Elderly Lady: “Wow! Anesthesia is so great! I can see why people like anesthesia! You know, like Michael Jackson and them people!”
Too Bad Vaccines Don’t Combat Argumentative Behavior
ENGLAND, INSTANT KARMA, JERK, LONDON, MEDICAL OFFICE, NON-DIALOGUE, UK | HEALTHY | FEBRUARY 27, 2021
I am a volunteer vaccine marshall. My colleagues work hard to make sure as many people are vaccinated as quickly and smoothly as possible. We do almost every part of the process except check the patients in when they arrive and actually inject the vaccine.
Today, we have both of the vaccines currently offered by the NHS. One is preferred by most of those who have read about it. I agree it’s the superior vaccine, as do most experts, but either will keep you safe. My job today is to take people from the waiting room to a vaccination room, so I actually get to decide who gets which vaccine. But I have been told that individuals don’t get to choose; they should take whichever vaccine they are offered.
Because I want to be fair, I decide on a rule of how to direct the patients into the two vaccination rooms, so I am not actually making that decision; it’s random depending on when you come to the front of the queue. People go to whichever room has a space. If both rooms have a space, then I direct the patients to the “better” vaccine room until it’s full again, and then the next patients go to the other room.
While both rooms are fully occupied, I hear a man go to the doctor working check-in and have an increasingly animated discussion with him about why he should get the “better” vaccine. The doctor is stoic, never admitting there are two being offered today, and not allowing him to choose. Meanwhile, as the argument continues, spaces open in his preferred vaccine room. I fill them according to my rules. When the argumentative man finally gives up arguing and joins those in the waiting area, I pick him out when his turn comes up and send him to the only room that is accepting patients at that moment, which is not the vaccine he wanted.
If I hadn’t spent so long arguing for the other vaccine, he would have got it!
Makes You Want To Cut Ties With This Client
BIZARRE, CANADA, HEALTH & BODY, VET | HEALTHY | FEBRUARY 25, 2021
I’ve only been working at this vet clinic for about three months, but I’ve had plenty of strange or just plain rude interactions with clients already. This one definitely takes the trophy for TMI. A client calls and wants to make an appointment for his dog to have a urinalysis done, as the dog has had urine issues in the past. I’ve booked him for a few days ahead, and the client has some questions about collecting the urine sample. He’s been very nice and polite throughout the conversation, but then…
Client: “Last time we brought in a sample, we just kinda held a container underneath her to catch the pee. Is that okay?”
Me: “Yes, that’s fine, as long as you bring the sample in to us within an hour of collecting it. And if you have a sterile container, that would also be great.”
Client: “So, like, clean out a Tupperware container or something?”
Me: “Yep, and if you have cleaning alcohol, that would be preferred, but if not, just a clean container will do.”
Client: “Oh! I think I still have a sterile container from a little while ago. I was going to use it for my vasectomy sample, but that never ended up happening, so I can use that!” *Laughs*
I actually pull the phone away from my face and stare at it for a second before composing myself and return to the call.
Me: “Well, yes, like I said, as long as it’s clean…”
I confirmed his appointment time again and hung up, a bit bewildered. My coworker saw my face and asked what happened; when I retold the conversation, she said, “Why the h*** would anyone tell you that willingly?! That’s so gross!” I honestly don’t know. I don’t think he was being creepy but it definitely threw me off.
We’d Be Seriously Pee-ved
COLORADO, DOCTOR/PHYSICIAN, HYPOCRISY, MEDICAL OFFICE, USA | HEALTHY | FEBRUARY 23, 2021
I am seeing my primary care physician.
Doctor: “You really need to start taking a multivitamin.”
The following year, I see them again.
Doctor: “Why on earth are you taking a multivitamin?! All you’re doing is making your pee expensive.”
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