My boss is freaking out, as she does before a trip, and is, I’m convinced, tricking herself into thinking she has a sore throat.
Mrs Doctor Boss Lady: I think I’m getting a sore throat.
Becky: I think you’re fine.
Mrs. Doctor Boss Lady: no seriously
Becky: …seriously. You’re fine.
Mrs. Doctor Boss Lady: I think my glands are swollen, I definitely have something.
Becky: go get some Emergen-C or Airborne…
Mrs. Doctor Boss Lady: where do I get that?
Becky: …the store?
Mrs. Doctor Boss Lady: yeah, I should probably stop and pick something up.
….I think this was a test to see what kind of medical advice I give for when I take over the practice while she’s away. I feel pretty good about how it went…