This is a tale of an eighteen-year-old guy named Jim. One day, Jim sat on the examination table at White Palms Hospital, waiting for his follow-up to the monthly check-up he’d had last week. He was to return because Nurse Emma had phoned him just two days ago. “Hi, Jim,” she had said brightly over the phone. “How are you doing?” “Um, I’m fine, Nurse Emma. Is everything okay?” “Oh, yes, Jim. I know this is a great inconven...