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Patient complains of abdominal pain x 5 days and comes to the ER.
Since said patient was wearing pink zip up hoodie with some kind of girlie logo, pony tail with pink scrunchy, and named Kelly, I naturally asked the date of the LMP and was told "I don't have periods, I'm male".
Pregnant pause.
Oh. Sorry.
Thirty-odd years of nursing intuition should have told me that if it looks like a duck, walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it must be a...rooster. Damn, I'm a bad mind reader after all!