Spent Monday and Tuesday at home vomiting, most of wednesday in the hospital. Yay chronic Gastroesophageal Reflux. I fucked up, ate too much carbs/sugar, paid for it dearly. Back to work today with a few new prescriptions (I didn't know that they MADE oral lidocaine. FYI, it tastes like alkaline shit.) and a still soured stomach. Today I am tasked with my normal duties PLUS translating the results of three research studies from Doctor-Speak to 6th grade reading level english for the purposes of general distribution in a patient newsletter. I have swiftly learned that even phrases I consider patently simple are far too much, and my end results feel really patronizing as a result. Whatever passes by the IRB I suppose. Here's the most interesting paper, we've established some associations between some SNPs and specific drugs causing liver injuries.