Oh, yeah! (Mine was from lupus, but I can relate.)

I’m so jealous of you right now.

No, it’s your personality being awesome!

Oh, honey, I hope someday you will feel more comfortable in lower-necked shirts! But whether you do or not, congratulations on surviving tons of major surgeries like the badass warrior you are.

Sorry about the FMS. I developed lupus in my late teens and am very familiar with all the cute remarks about canes (“you’re too young!”) parasols (“hey, it’s not raining!”), not-quite-steady-walks (“drunk!”). I wish I could say it gets better, but at any rate you do get used to it. (I’m in my 40s now.)

Hey, who needs logic?

That is a seriously great response. Especially the pretense at shock. You are clearly qualified to give badass lessons.

You are way too awesome!

I stand corrected!

I’m sorry about the coffee and biscotti, but I was having such a shitty day and you just brightened it. (Cat, let’s see one of your hairballs do that!)

You’re awesome, thanks! No access to NEJM at present.

Typical.

Are you a rheumatologist? ;)

Specific type. That’s a lovely way to put it! A friend used to think she wanted to go into surgery. Rotations convinced her otherwise.

Damn, that’s a lot of responsibility! You couldn’t pay me enough! (Like I’d have passed the first orgo midterm anyway . . .)

So true!

And? Come on, tell us, tell us!

And if they were insisting on grazing room for their donkeys, I’d buy it.

To be fair, it wasn’t a very long comment.

Thanks, very informative. But I don’t think the original comment truly stigmatises mental illness.