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problem. One asked about his sensorium. Dr. Long related that as a result of this fall, the man was "smarter." Someone corrected," wiser." Workman's compensation would keep the man's family out of trouble. As for the unfortunate mister 98, it was not clear whether the substantial damage to his pelvic plexus and the related leg palsy would ever resolve. If not, then, what? But that was not a topic for M&M. Archie Long, already reseated through the bouncing commentary, had already slid over in his pew, closer to Dr. Macaluso in order to get rehabilitation and potential reconstruction pointers. Both their heads dipped low to not be obtrusive to the M&M process which continued on. The staid doctor Bernhardt was caught between them and leaned back to allow their in camera consultation over his lap. "Case 104799," Milty called out, "Where's Bernie?" To a wall of hilarious approval, doctor Ivory grumbled loud enough to be heard, "Getting a double header blow job." Doctor Bernhardt parted his neighbors, stood red faced, paused for the bawdy moment to subside, then quickly summarized the saga of a woman who over the last twelve years had over eighty hospital admissions for complications of shooting whatever was to be bought on the streets into her veins. This time, as projected autopsy pathology slides showed, the stuff was cut with asbestos. There was a synchronized wall whisper of "Asbestos?" Doctor Chu used his laser pointer on images of vessels plugged with small dark dumbbell objects. Turning off the projection microscope, the pathologist's sardonic remark that at least she wouldn't get cancer drew a few chuckles. They try, but it is hard for even the most dedicated physicians to get too dreary over adult self mutilation.