I wrote this piece in 2002, and it was published in the medical school literary magazine where I did my residency. As I mentioned in my last post, I have hundreds of journal entries and essays like this one. Geez, I used a lot of …
“Sometimes, late at night, you can still hear the moans of the poor souls who died tortured deaths in the old ICU…” Dr. Gabaldi was a well-liked teaching attending who enjoyed entertaining us with his ghost stories. It wasn’t hard to come up with a …
I was on the subway this morning, idly perusing Twitter, when a desperate tweet caught my attention: “Does anyone know who this blogger is? They sound suicidal. They need help. Please retweet.” The link was to this post by an anonymous American surgery resident. In …
“Sometimes, late at night, you can still hear the screams of the poor souls who died a torturous death in the old ICU…” During our four years of Med/Peds training, we rotated on the medicine floors at a small religious hospital. One of our most …
Lilah was about eight months old and essentially abandoned to the neonatal intensive care unit of the hospital where she was born, and where I trained. She had been born extremely prematurely to a mother lost to addiction and never heard from again. She had …
I started this blog in… 2010? And I realize that over time, I’ve been writing less about clinical matters, and more about family matters. I hypothesize that this is because I’ve become more comfortable as a doctor, and less conflicted in my work, and thus …