I’ve been coughing for three weeks now, gross gacking fits productive of thick wads and plugs of mucous. Lovely. It’s a combo of postnasal drip and reactive airways, a cough triggered from above and below. I’ve learned that I better stay on top of the …
Friday morning, 6:20 a.m. I was standing on the train in my favorite spot, leaning against the back wall while holding my coffee mug and staring at my smartphone. At Park Street, one stop away from the hospital station, the train lurched and halted and …
And I’m not only talking about cocktail parties. Recently, a small group of us primary care docs were talking politics. The Orlando shooting has our hackles up through the roof. It boggles our collective physician minds that such an obvious and proven public health hazard …
Today is Thursday, my day off. It’s my day for kid drop-off and pick-up, animal shelter volunteer duty, errand-running, AND my highly anticipated big gym workout. But, I’m congested and coughing, and I am NOT going to be the person hacking their lungs out on …
It’s my only free hour of the weekend to get in a post. But- what to write about? I asked Hubby for some ideas, and he effortlessly rattled off multiple potential topics based on our week: Babyboy lost his first tooth, and it was only at …
If we’re snowed in on a school day, dammit, we’re going to be productive! It was the first day of spring, and this being Massachusetts, we had a snowstorm. Nor’easters are tricky to predict, and the projected impact was up, then down, then up again… …
Last night, for the first time in as long as we can both remember, maybe over six or eight months, Hubby and I sat down on the couch for an hour and watched television. Together. While drinking wine. And conversing. Without interruption. Miraculous! We completely …
We seem to be stuck in an endless cycle of GI bug and/or upper respiratory illness and/or medical crisis of some kind or another. Every night this week has had major disruptions with one or more of us hacking, or puking, or both. And …
“You made call sound so easy!” said a friend of mine yesterday, referring to my last post. I need to correct that! When I said there were some “hairy moments”, I meant, AWFUL moments. I was reduced to tears during one flurry of calls: So, …
I’m on call for our internal medicine practice this weekend. (Not the holiday, just the weekend.) Call is not what it used to be, which is a good thing. We no longer cover our own inpatients. I know it’s been an alarming change for some …