So let’s say you’re having a bad day: you have bad enough abdominal pain that you decide it’s time to go to the ER.

Unfortunately, it’s not The Pitt: it’s my ER! Sucks to be you.

Bad fluorescent lights and plasticky chairs, a waiting room at capacity filled with vomiting children, and a wait that feels longer than you were prepared for. You get triaged and your vitals are taken. If you’re lucky, you wait three hours. You’re brought back to a room. A nurse asks you a bunch of dumb questions about whether you have guns in the home and whether you’ve recently traveled to Zambia. And then, someone walks in to see you.

Here’s the question: who is that person?

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