“Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore, Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
These words don’t seem to apply any more.
04 Jul 2019, 2:02 a.m.
#MedicalMafia The doctor appointment yesterday went pretty much as usual. Had to wait a half-hour to shake his hand and make small talk.
I had to grit my teeth with the girl who was checking my medications. She started going down the list on her computer and I handed her my computer print out with the information. She went item by item asking me if I take this or that. I was so tempted to blurt out, “No, I went to the trouble of printing out the list just for fun.”
It only took two stabs to get my blood samples, so that wasn’t too bad.
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