Reba Amoeba


My name is Valerie.
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In high school I worked as a file clerk in a doctor’s office.

As you can imagine from my super fancy job title, I filed charts and pulled patient charts for the next day’s appointments.

One day I was pulling charts and on the list of patients for the next day, there was the name of a guy I had just started dating. Amused, I let my eye wander over to the “reason for appointment” section. His reason was “sweaty hands and feet.” He never went to the appointment. We dated for two years. 

I never noticed his hands or feet being sweaty.


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  1. dontsprainyourvagina said: This is a gross HIPPA violation
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