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March 11, 2005
None of us is seeing patients after 3:00, so meet at Rain for lunch. It's the first time we've gotten together in months, and the first time any of us has been out of the office before 6:00 since who knows when.

Our noodles arrive. My cell-phone rings. After listening to my hysterical patient for 30 seconds, I lose my appetite.

I curse the doctor-patient privilege. I don't want to spoil anyone else's appetite, but man, this one's a doozy! How am I supposed to eat when Shelley just told me she finally ate her own shit?

to be continued