- cross-posted to:
- onehundredninetysix@lemmy.blahaj.zone
- lemmyshitpost@lemmy.world
- cross-posted to:
- onehundredninetysix@lemmy.blahaj.zone
- lemmyshitpost@lemmy.world
I’d say I’m sorry for the title, but that would imply I was sorry for the title.
I’d say I’m sorry for the title, but that would imply I was sorry for the title.
My vet is so good! 15 minutes after i leave i have an email that gives details of the appointment, explains any issues, and tells me when to follow up. I’ve asked her to be my primary care physician.
The older I get the more I relate to Elaine being a “difficult patient.” I feel like my chart got marked with “anxious” when i was at the ER a few years ago. Now multiple Drs keep trying to push pills on me for “anxiety.” I’m like yeah I was anxious at the ER because I went to the ER, I think everyone there is anxious.
for some reason this comment spawned a situation in my head:
petplay/med kink scenario where the handler is an actual veterinary, who during an “inspection” diagnoses a real problem with their partner’s health
depending on the severity of the issue this could either kill the mood immediately, or elevate it to a 100
The fowl is in breach! I’m going in!
Foal?
fowl is in breach, like, an egg?