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I’d say I’m sorry for the title, but that would imply I was sorry for the title.
I’d say I’m sorry for the title, but that would imply I was sorry for the title.
My vet is so good! 15 minutes after i leave i have an email that gives details of the appointment, explains any issues, and tells me when to follow up. I’ve asked her to be my primary care physician.
for some reason this comment spawned a situation in my head:
petplay/med kink scenario where the handler is an actual veterinary, who during an “inspection” diagnoses a real problem with their partner’s health
depending on the severity of the issue this could either kill the mood immediately, or elevate it to a 100
The fowl is in breach! I’m going in!
Foal?
fowl is in breach, like, an egg?
The older I get the more I relate to Elaine being a “difficult patient.” I feel like my chart got marked with “anxious” when i was at the ER a few years ago. Now multiple Drs keep trying to push pills on me for “anxiety.” I’m like yeah I was anxious at the ER because I went to the ER, I think everyone there is anxious.