I can handle a 13-day old bloated maggot ridden corpse. No problem. I can help sew up an autopsied boy. I can assist with embalming. I can bag a "popper" with nary a drop spilled. So here I thought that maybe JUST MAYBE I could be a medical assistant. But no. Oh, no. My very first blood draw victim had to be Malibu Barbie with tanned
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