"The image above displays the medical ID card I received once I became a fully fledged, professional doctor. This card authorises my access into any medical facility. Over the years I have acquired various fond memories which still reside in the infinite depths of my mind, even today. Why on one occasion I recall entering the medical facility to treat a patient. This patient suffered from brittle bone syndrome, and so in an attempt to strengthen his ligaments I saddled him up, added some spurs to his newfound saddle and rode my shining stallion around the medical bay, hooting and hollering. I believe that patient fondly recalls his moments as Prancy the Pony. Why on another separate occasion I recall placing a schizophrenic in an isolated room, and threw rocks at him while assuring him that the objects being thrown were merely a figament of his imagination. This was to help discover the severity of the patients Schizophrenia, analysing his ability to discern reality from illusions. I distinctly recall afterwards the medical leader scolding me for my unconventional treatment methods and calling me a charlatan, doubting my validity as a trained medical practitioner. After this act of defamation I naturally abducted his son and received a sincere and heartfelt apology, which I have framed on a mantlepiece even now. If these tales say one thing, it is that being a doctor is truly a blessing.
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