A few weeks ago, I was in the hospital for an outpatient medical procedure. After I had my blood drawn, went through registration, and succeeded in securing countless buttons and strings on my hospital gown, I was placed on a wheeled stretcher. And I lay there waiting only for a few seconds before they all arrive, making their rounds.
In this small holding area packed with beeping machines and blinking monitors, I received an IV from one nurse, my vitals were taken and recorded by another, my complete medical history and personal information was logged into the computer by a third, my digital medical file was viewed by two others...
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