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Six Months

Six months is a long time.  For some things, that is. Like, “I’ve been waiting for my paperwork to go through for six months.”  That sort of time spent waiting … Continue reading

January 10, 2014 · 3 Comments

The Music Plays On

Did I match? Read the title of the email. Congratulations!  You have matched! Read the body. I feel like dancing! (But instead, I will admit two more patients and coordinate … Continue reading

March 12, 2013 · 9 Comments

Sing It Solo

Mr. Whine has been the esteemed night float senior for the cardiology service this week.  (Read: Most often turfed to medicine resident in the hospital. ” Troponin?  You need to fix … Continue reading

February 3, 2013 · 5 Comments

When She’s Done

The steadily increasing pains have reduced her to breathless whimper, the cheerful jesting of latent labor long forgotten.  She gestures for her boyfriend’s arm, clutches at my hand as another … Continue reading

October 20, 2012 · 8 Comments


“Have you seen a spontaneous vaginal delivery yet?” a resident barks as she books by me, motioning with her head for me to follow.  I pend my post-op note and … Continue reading

October 10, 2012 · 4 Comments

You’re in Good Hands?

“Well, I need to go and get my nail fixed.” The fellow holds out her hand, displaying five very black acrylic nails, one of which sports a nearly imperceptible chip … Continue reading

September 4, 2012 · 7 Comments

A Diagnosis of Exclusion

“Yes sir, I’m the medical student on-call with you this evening.” Dr. Snub towers over me, peering down his sizable nose, achieving an expression both blank and disdainful. “Well, isn’t … Continue reading

July 11, 2012 · 7 Comments

Sing it Scientist

I loved all the songs on the album – except for this one.  But it got downloaded onto my iPod along with all the others.  And when you’re gloved up … Continue reading

July 1, 2012 · Leave a comment

An Education

They hand you a textbook, a sheaf of slide-lined papers, a schedule smattered with variously engaging and enraging lectures.  And they preach the importance of synthesis into practical knowledge. You … Continue reading

April 30, 2012 · 2 Comments

Regular, Please

I dig regularity.  Regular blog posts.  Regular study sessions.  Regular friend and Mr. Whine dates.  Regular meals.  And, yes, regular lavatory visits. My desire for the latter has led me … Continue reading

March 18, 2012 · 2 Comments

The Laugh Track

Trust me (tee hee).  I’m a (student) doctor. Everything is funny. The over (over) the top parents of that new admit?  Snort.  The creepy weird picture on the team room … Continue reading

March 17, 2012 · 2 Comments

To the Tune of Me

Sitting in my shamefully dirty (thank you, rainy, muddy winter) old Focus at a shamefully looooong red light, blasting an eclectic mix of Naw ‘Leans classic jazz, Big Band, Aaron … Continue reading

March 14, 2012 · Leave a comment

To the STAT-Cave

“Well,” says my intern. “Well,” I reply. We both look at the silent team pager on the desk before us. “Five hours and nuthin’ but nuthin.’” We both smile and … Continue reading

March 14, 2012 · 3 Comments

Ode to the Scrub Machine

“Yeah, you need to wear them,” the chief says, pushing his scrub card toward me.  “I don’t care what your syllabus says, business casual is not appropriate for the night … Continue reading

March 13, 2012 · 5 Comments

Storm of the Shiftury

At 000 the pages came rolling in, (10 in as many minutes), the sick kiddos thundering in shortly after, their arrival punctuated by parental sparks at antibiotic use and lodging … Continue reading

March 13, 2012 · Leave a comment

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