What they didn't teach in med school

Remember one of the indignities of childhood, wetting your pants? It happens to almost everyone. In my case, I remember a rainy Halloween afternoon. I was in kindergarten. After a candy-filled afternoon parading around the school grounds in my hobo costume along with fairies, witches, and ghosts, I missed the school bus. Forced to walk home with schoolmates who lived ... (Full article: 691 words)

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