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So, growing up, we weren't allowed to get sick. And if we got sick, there were two possible solutions. You could either drink some water or you could go to bed.

My mom, my head hurt. Drag you some water. My mom, stomach feels funny. Go to bed. Number z. Two solutions to a host of maladies unless things really, really, really got bad. You would drink all the water you could drink. You'd slept all the state you could sleep, but you were still covered in sores and shivering of the plague. Then, in only then, they'd pull out the big guns.

Call a doctor and list a trained medical professional. No, no, no, no, no. I church and believe in doctors. Our apostle taught that modern medicine was of the devil instead.

When we really, really took ill, they called the pastor. And the pastor came around house holding a small piece of white cloth. He poured a special olive oil onto that cloth. He pressed that olive oil onto the feverish forehead, said a few words of supplication to be eternal. Then he left. And here's the thing. Most of the time, it worked.

It wasn't instantaneous, but in two or three days time, the afflicted me and my brothers would rise like Lazarus from the bed. God's sign plate. A miracle.

Look at the end snap judgment. We're looking for miracles wherever we can find. Probably present bad medicine.

Making stories from real people who need a second opinion. My name is Gunwashington. Ask your doctor if you need a prescription for a white cloth and some olive oil. Because you're listening.

To snap judgment. We're going to start off today's snap judgment bad medicine episode with Greg Stone. See, Greg Stone, he used to point in his life where he had to make some hard decisions. And his mama knew just what he should do. Snap judgment.

I remember being in the interview and them saying that like this job has a lot to do with being direct and language. And I asked, is this hourly or is this salary? And he said, do you mean salary? And I said, yes. And he laughed thinking, this guy's got a sense of humor. Not realizing I was already too dumb for this job.

My job was to go in with the doctors. I would have to document all the things that patients said so that if everything ever came back in like court, they wouldn't get sued. So it was a job strictly based on being very meticulous with note taking.

The first day on the job, they call a code on a patient, which meant the patient was, you know, it was going to cardiac arrest. So it's all hands on deck. The doc grabs one of the Sims. We were called Sims.

Grab is one of the Sims and then says Greg, you come to. We both went and he's just calling out what, you know, the things are just be writing down. You know, 20 CCs of whatever medication.

We're starting compressions started at this time. So we leave the room and the doctor looks at me and he says, so do you have written down and I showed him. And then he pulls the other simmicide and he goes, what do you have written down?

And I had like two paragraphs. I mean, I couldn't even read my handwriting. Then the other Sim had, you know, like a Bible written.

And he said, what's the difference between you two? And I was like, I'm sorry. I don't know how she got all that. It's like my first day. And he was like, not good enough. Not good enough. Don't come it with any of my patients.

I just sat in the break room for I swear to God eight hours and I just ate my lunch. I just tried to, I was trying to study. I was trying to get better at the job I was supposed to do. I was really other people's notes. I was realizing that I was like, I'm not smart enough for this.

I'm not smart enough to do this job that just normal people are doing.

Every day in the clinical evenation management world was a nightmare. I would take these notes and I would be working hard at this. I'd be like, knows the grindstone really listening. And then I would just come back. And then, you know, I would look, okay, hear these notes. I worked really hard on this one. And then the doctor would go, okay, it was a man, not a woman. We gave them Tylenol, not morphine.

I'd be sitting at my desk, running my notes. And I would just hear these patients screaming or yelling. And I should probably go see what's going on. So I'd walk in. And then it would say, I won't someone bring me a pillow.

Because the nurses are too busy. So like, well, I can get you a pillow. So then I would grab them a pillow. And then they would go, sweetie, you're the best. And I would go, I'm the best, you're the best. And then I would leave.

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