This happened yesterday in an office for the insane (keep in mind I am nuts but aware of my insanity). I work with the troubled child and my fellow co-worker work's with the mother.
Blumpkin to fellow clinician: "Hey, I noticed the diagnosis codes were completely wrong on the paper work you were sending to the
state. I'm pretty sure X17.32 is not and ICD-9 diagnosis code."
Fellow clinician to Blumperz: "Oh crap, that is my personal code for crazy across a myriad of disorders. X is a confirmed diagnosis
across 17 spectrums. The .32 tells me she is 32."
Blumpkin to fellow clinician: "That's awesome. I need to develop this kind of code for ladies I see at the bar."
Fellow clinician to Blumperz: "Just add another decimal and number for the boob size and you are good to roll for the ones that will do
the kinky stuff...the kind of girl you usually go for."
Blumperz to fellow clinician: "You know me too well. I owe you a beer."