The usual suspects shuffled in and out of my triage room with the sniffles, cough,
aches, some worse than others. One lady who reeked of menthol cigarettes and had a nose that sounded like it was full of rotting grits whipped out an old white, now grayish tinged stained tee shirt in a size 3x and blew a huge honker into it while I was typing her up. She then stuffed it back into her backpack.
Really, skank? Having been sick myself all week, I seriously had to excuse myself before I threw up all over my keyboard.
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