Agraphia Medical Tragicomedy



A beat-up Corolla with a faded Papa John's tag rolled up to the ambulance bay of the ER.  A pockmarked teenager got out and knocked hesitantly on the ambulance bay doors.  With a raised eyebrow, the charge nurse let him in.

"Delivery for Jenny?" he said.

We looked around, a bit confused.  Jenny, our nurse wasn't working that day.

"Says here she's a patient in room 5," he added, helpfully.

Ah, Jenny.  Too bad for you, Hawaiian is my favorite.  You just became NPO.

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  1. Oh, goodness. This is definitely something I would do…

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