I wanted to get to the office early, to tackle the formidable tasks on my to-do list. Of course, as soon as I entered the train station, my train was arriving. I booked it through the turnstile and trotted down the stairs and burst out …
I had almost run her over. It was a dark and snowy morning, six a.m., two more inches on the ground than had been predicted, roads a bit slick. I was steering the minivan with one hand and slugging coffee with the other, came up …
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 …
I have promised my patients, colleagues, friends, family, neighbors, and everyone that I will never personally attack anyone on this site. But I reserve the right to shame anonymous members of the general public for their bad behavior. I’ve been taking the train (the Boston subway line is affectionately …
I work part-time, and I rarely miss our kids’ dinner and bath time. But Mondays are my afternoon clinic days, and not only am I usually leaving well after the afternoon rush hour, but my commute has been longer of late. I’ve been walking to …