#Rihanna halfway through a pregnancy: performs the superbowl halftime like a boss.
Me halfway through a pregnancy: cannot possibly be convinced to fold that load of laundry.
You ever have the type of at-home day with your toddler that you think “if there was some sort of major event that we had to go to the ER, I’d deserve a CPS report based on my child’s appearance alone”? No? Just me?
My first patient of the day (yearly med and lab recheck) no-shows. She calls the clinic and gets in on one of my cancellations the next hour. I walk in the room and say my greetings. Patient: “I have a chiropractic appointment in a half hour” 🥴 I love primary care.
If I could best summarize our 15-month-old’s personality, at our checkup this week, our pediatrician’s last words were “well just try to stay out of the ER”.
“Patient’s knee pain increased more after running in some mud trying to save her chickens from a fox”- something I charted that brought me an unexpected amount of joy.
@TheSpaceGal@TSA I think I would have said something along the line of “would you like to have me stimulate a let down and squirt my milk across the room to prove I’m lactating?” This infuriated me.