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Unnecessary Removal of Adenoids
Back in day (of ma mum, and perhaps since time immemorial) utterances of physicians nsync with Staff of Asclepius pounded against floor, (which wrought life to entwined serpent, whose beady eyed hypnotic power) understandably ranked doctors among near mythical powerful Gods, who ought best not be ignored, thus (then a young Harriet Harris, now long since deceased) felt overbearing heft of medical practitioners final words, and subsequently would nought refute, ignore, nor dispute sacred commandment hence would n'er be accused of sacrilegious immodesty, impiety, or impropriety (towards medical institution), and never doubt voice most supreme in the universe, thus she felt caught against challenging authority meekly surrendered her only son, bought with bargaining chip indubitable faith in omnipotent equip ment with hocus pocus magic to flip precious life humming along, or force death grip upon a lovely boy (christened Matthew Scott Harris), at present lapsed beet hip pea hooping to stave off crossing the lip of LX bracket, there fore reckons a nip and tuck (think prefrontal lobotomy), asper when just a pip squeak ushered, where mine existence could be mortgaged with accidental, (or purposeful) slip of the knife, while under anesthetized trip returning minus a mass of enlarged lymphatic tissue between the back of the nose and the throat.
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