Ahh Man, Who Dumped My Stuff?

Last week I diagnosed hypoaldosteronism all by my little old self. A turning point? Have I become a real doctor? Will I cure all disease?

The next day I dumped a glass of milk onto the kitchen floor when I tried to transfer a paper towel full of mini donuts into the same hand.

In other residency news: I have a friend who has a patient who regularly schedules appointments to see her in clinic only to talk at great length about nothing at all. Today I heard through the thin exam room walls, "... and then the preacher said, 'you are what you are because you want to be!' And I fell down and praised Jesus!" This went on at length for about 10 - 15 minutes until I heard the staff, who was apparently also in the room with my friend helping assess the gentleman, say matter of factly, "Sir. What exactly do you want us to do for you?" And the booming story continued.

Oh crazy people. What would internal medicine clinic be without you?