It’s 2018, and we’re all so super-busy. Me, I’m up against a tight deadline for a 50k-word writing project, seeing patients in clinic 3-4 sessions per week, and mothering two little kids. But I’m sneaking in activity, because I have to. Exercise is medicine, critical …
In outpatient clinical medicine, as in any profession involving an office, there are meetings. Meetings for all kinds of reasons, but especially for when mistakes happen. Because in medicine, as in any profession, mistakes happen. And we have to have meetings about them, of course. …
I rarely get to the gym, and when I do get there, I’m on a tight schedule. So I want the biggest cardiovascular benefit and most calorie burn in the least amount of time. Plus, I’m a Type A, perpetually multitasking, frighteningly nerdy medical professional… …
If I wasn’t a parent, being on call wouldn’t be so bad. Except for these pathetically outdated pagers with the visually challenging black-on-green screens. One is forced to squint — painfully — in order to read the message. There was an effort to switch over …
My blogging bandwidth was squeezed considerably by clinical and personal stressors this past week. I was on call for our practice, and while there were few actual pages, they were mostly middle-of-the-night legitimate medical problems. Like, Doctor, I’m coughing up blood; as opposed to Doctor, …
It’s hard for many doctors to “unplug” from clinical duties. And it can be hard for anyone to be physically active when they’re away. But last week, we were actively on vacation in every sense of the phrase. And it felt wonderful. The week prior, I …
I’m sharing this beautiful and powerful essay by a med school classmate, friend and hero. She writes about her invasive breast cancer diagnosis at age forty- one, and how it changed her life– for the better.
We’ve got a lot going on. In addition to our normally nuts two-working-parents-two-kids lives, we’ve had several other crisis- level family issues. And in the midst of all that, I’m attending a highly anticipated annual conference for doctor- writers, held at a very fancy downtown …
It’s the Monday after school vacation week, and here I am boarding my train, bound for downtown and my clinic. Part of me is elated! Doctoring is, weirdly, the easier half of my existence. It’s a challenging and rewarding career for which I feel well-suited, …
That f — can mean many things… freaking, finally, or… other things. I showed up at my primary care’s office yesterday waving the white flag. It was two weekends ago that Babygirl woke up with 102 degrees temp and exploding snot; it’s been ten days …