Learning to Smoke Camels

This is long, gross, often crass, thus you are forewarned. For those of you who don’t know, I am adopted. My parents picked me out at the New Bern, NC home for wayward babies. I was trouble even at birth. For my first 3 months I hung out with nurses at the hospital. So all my life, I have had a thing for nurses. Liked them so much I married one. So, when my primary care doctor got my lab work back, I got the “hey, why don’t you come in for a chat…” Any time my labs are abnormal, with no family medical history, my doc gets worried. Then I get worried, then my wife the nurse tells me[…]

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