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
One of my dearest, hopeful friends dreams of full-time missions work. People look at her kinda funny when she admits what she’s going to be when she grows up… is she married? Continue reading
Lots of my friends registered for the USMLE Step 1 this weekend, displaying confirmatory white sheets of printer paper with some fancy 580 dollar embossed stamp. Not as uninhibited after our final exam of the first block, I’d hesitated, was hesitating, am ruminating, all in some near paralyzed fashion.
Do you dare, darling? Continue reading
Heard this on NPR and was really struck by:
11 minutes = average time doctors spend with patients
$250,000 = upper limit willingly spent to find a diagnosis
0 doctors = replaced by Metamed, medical intelligence of scientists/doctors/computer databases
What if medicine was like the Hunger Games? I just devoured the first book yesterday and can’t stop imagining all the sub specialties as tributes within hospital battle grounds.
You’d have the Careers–the cardiologists, orthopods, and neurosurgeons–all with the latest gadgets and training. (They’re making fistfuls of money like the Careers taking over the food stock.) That clever Foxface would be the dermatologist with her sneaky reimbursement ways. Next comes dear, little Rue. She’d be your soft-spoken psychiatrist friend, applying tonics and tinctures against burn out and depression. But then she’d get speared… forcing you to retaliate by killing that hoity-toity surgeon.