Their toes are blue.
In this clinical, patient-student dance for two. Continue reading
I practiced good medicine today. It wasn’t to impress the attending. It wasn’t to give community medicine a good name. I ran around filling out Medicaid applications–for the patient. Continue reading
I have all these brothers and sisters around me. None of them ever turned to drugs. Why am I the only one who turned to drugs? Why me?
–Patient from Afternoon Clinic
Third year is won and done. Noon came and neurology ended. We [almost] did it. Continue reading
That’s what one of us said when starting this final block of our third year. Everyone laughed–because we’ve lost our will to study. Continue reading
Helping birth life into this world, I have felt hot and cold and more emotions than humanly possible. Excitement with the first time mom swings to despair for the preterm demise back to the thrill of delivery. The up-down’s of waiting and watching, watching and waiting. Continue reading
Held an gooey, hour-old baby today. Dodged a wrinkly kiss in the nursing home. Survived a day on family medicine. Continue reading