“I’m not crazy.” The good doctor peered over her Gucci frames, pursing her Botox lips. We’ve been at this game for over an hour. She asked the questions and like a good little patient I answered them. “No one said you were,” she retorted tapping her fountain pen on the legal pad in herContinue reading “False Diagnosis”
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