I broke my toe on June 30th and my daughter was born on July 2nd. The two events aren’t really related except in the following, somewhat circuitous… Read more “My Labor Can Beat up Your Broken Toe”
The Candidate
The look in his eyes was unmistakable. His awkward and urgent disappearance from the hot tub having been noticed long before, the curious party-goers turned to meet… Read more “The Candidate”
G’ma
I will miss losing game after game of Gin to my Grandma. Her enthusiasm for fun precluded her willingness to throw a game or two my way,… Read more “G’ma”
¿Qué?
I have forgotten enough of what I learned in college and medical school to fill a pretty good-sized home library. As a biochemistry major at the University… Read more “¿Qué?”
Storage Closet Romance and Other Medical Myths
Here are the top five myths about being a doctor perpetuated by television medical dramas: Number 5: Surgeons scrub their hands with their masks down. The operating… Read more “Storage Closet Romance and Other Medical Myths”
The Front Row Warriors
My fly was undone the entire day I interviewed at Stanford for a spot in their orthopaedic surgery department. I only know this because much later, Aaron… Read more “The Front Row Warriors”
The Snake, the Football Player, and the Doctor
Apparently, and this has been confirmed by my oldest sister whose memory is like a venus fly trap for all things childhood, my earliest career aspiration was… Read more “The Snake, the Football Player, and the Doctor”
McDonald’s Eleven
I think if the public was aware of who is actually making important medical decisions besides doctors and nurses, there would be some concerned citizens. Here, I… Read more “McDonald’s Eleven”
Pablo’s Mirror
There’s a line in a song by a quirky band called They Might be Giants that goes, “I’ll never see myself in the mirror with my eyes… Read more “Pablo’s Mirror”
Excerpt From First Post
There are things we have always known about ourselves: the demographics (height, weight, and address), our likes and dislikes, and our limitations. Then there are things we learn about as we go, like how our voice sounds to everyone else when we first hear a recording of it. (Yikes! I sound like that?) Some of us are remedial though, and late to learn things. Some of us slip by the mirror in darkness, the lights off and our eyes shut tight. If we’re lucky, we have people who care enough about us to flip on the switch.
Hey Doc 