I go to the doctor so examine my throat. He looks in my throat, suggests I take some medicine, and heads off somewhere to get it.

I leave the examination room and head down the hallway toward the lobby. On the way I meet my mom, who happened to be there coincidentally. She just bumped into the doctor who had just examined me, she says. He complained to her, with some frustration, that the real problem with my throat is that I'm doing too much meth, there's a hole in my throat the size of a quarter, and the medicine won't do any good anyway as long I have this methamphetamine problem.

(in real life I have had a sore throat for about a month, but I don't use meth)