I was hanging out at Whole Foods Market (WFM) last night. It was the grand-opening day. Kind of embarrassing to admit such a thing would get me going, but it did.
I was recently reviewing a patient case involving migraine headaches. Let’s call her Sabrina. I was in our “cloud” e-file looking for another patient’s chart, and accidentally clicked on hers.
I was reading an e-newsletter on weight loss recently. They were recommending a very sexy-sounding supplement that suggested the pounds would melt away like bacon fat in a hot skillet.