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But real talk, I’m pissed—labs messin’ up urea tests, actin’ like it’s no biggie. Bruh, high levels? Could mean kidney failure, dehydration, some dark sh*t. Low levels? Starvation or liver probs—scares me, fam! Seen patients suffer ‘cause docs slept on it. Happy tho—when I nailed my first urea assay, felt like, “I’m that guy, YOLO!” Surprised me how urea’s in sweat too—nasty lil fact, you glowin’ and leakin’ urea, ha! Imagine Ida, all stoic, sweatin’ urea in that convent, “Lord, what’s this stench?”

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So, I’m doin’ my rounds, right? And then I hear this loud bang. My heart drops. I rush over to the cell block, and there’s this dude, let’s call him “Big Al,” throwin’ a fit. He’s mad about his lunch. I mean, c’mon, it’s prison food! What do you expect? Caviar? I’m like, “Al, chill, it’s just borscht.” But he’s not havin’ it. He starts yellin’ about how he’s been wronged. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re in prison. Wronged is an understatement.”

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