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Went to the ER this morning. Explained the situation. They wrote “Stabbed by chicken” on my chart. Then they asked if I had any “psych issues” and I thought they said “psychic issues” and I was all “Like, can I read your thoughts?” Then they put me in a private room. Lesson here? If you fake mental illness you’ll get better service.
Have a beautiful Sunday!
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