I'm turning into a jinx for polypectomies. That's now two dilation and curettage procedures in a row where we were expecting to find and remove polyp based on prior imaging, but both times once we got in there, there was nothing to be found. In a way that seems nice for the patient, because we didn't find anything wrong. But at the same time, the patients were still symptomatic and now our presumptive cause vanished, leaving us looking for other answers. Ah well.
TIL: It takes about half an hour to walk/jog the M96 bus' route from Broadway to my hospital. Also, predawn bicycle gangs are kinda creepy. Silently their LED headlights appear over a hill along the Central Park loop and they dart past you, disappearing around the next bend in the road as suddenly and silently as they appeared.
Singultus is the medical jargon word for a hiccup.
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