Annie’s brows drew together at the unfamiliar word in her third-grade history lesson. She swiveled from her screen to face her mother.
“What are doctors?”
“They were people specially trained to care for sick people.”
Annie was still perplexed. “What’s sick?”
Her mom patted the place next to her on the sofa. “Come here, and I’ll explain it to you.”
With her daughter settled in, she began.
“Do you remember when all your goldfish died?”
“Yeah. Goldilocks …
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There was a time when drug reps fed us lunch and gave us an endless supply of pens, pads, and even umbrellas all emblazoned with their newest drugs. They explained why their drug was better than their competitors’ and what it would offer to our patients. I still have my Zantac umbrella in the trunk of my car for rain emergencies.
Although it was somewhat annoying, it did keep us somewhat …
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An excerpt from Worthy.
“Breakfast ready? Bacon smells good!” Mark finished buttoning his shirt and joined Linda at the kitchen table.
“I Googled funding for my clinic, but I didn’t find what I was looking for,” Linda said, filling their mugs with steaming coffee. “There has to be something out there for me!” She banged her fist on …
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“Bask in the glory, toots. You deserve it!”
I received this text message from my very dear friend a few days ago after an extraordinary occurrence.
I’m a retired internist, and recently my clinical acumen and intervention saved another friend’s life. That is a statement of fact, not a boast. And that’s why I’m writing about it.
The patient, a retired surgeon, hosted our circle of friends’ New Year’s Eve party a little …
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Overwhelmed by the insanity of the bureaucratic bungle surrounding the dispensing of narcotic pain medication, I’m not sure where to begin. So I will begin with my experience.
I am a licensed physician in the state of Nevada. I retired from full-time practice in California and moved to Las Vegas, where I work part time. I have a friend who recently underwent a nephrectomy. She was discharged with a prescription phoned …
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Like all children, I looked forward to July and August. It was a magical time I daydreamed about through the winter months.
Summer was a time of endless possibilities. No school, no deadlines, no stress. The dreaded alarm clock was banished to the night table drawer. With no homework due, no papers to be written, and no tests looming, all that lay ahead was fun and relaxation. The hardest decision each …
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Many stories have been shared by physicians detailing their experiences during their years as house officers. I trained at an inner city hospital in the early 1970s, and my story was unique.
Hospital J was built in the early part of the twentieth century. The structure was nine stories tall, with the ICU, the only air conditioned floor, located at the top. The elevators had not been automated and were still …
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