“Usually, twenty-five-year-olds don’t need help going number two,” my attending said to me. I wish you could hear the passive aggressiveness dripping from his voice. He was referring to the Miralax I had prescribed for my twenty-five-year-old patient. It is a relatively harmless, over-the-counter medicine that helps with constipation. This was passive-aggressive remark number forty-nine… Read More »
I told my sister not to go to medical school. She didn’t listen to me. The funny thing is, my mom told me not to go to medical school either. I didn’t listen to her. In our youth, we want to do good. Somewhere in medical training though, I’m afraid that do-good spark gets snuffed.… Read More »
Does anyone else suddenly need a sound machine to fall asleep after buying one for your baby? Well, we splurged on the Hatch sound machine when our daughter was born and when we finally moved her into her own room at 11 months (another whole story), I had hatch withdrawals. I was seriously contemplating buying… Read More »
After delivery, I had read somewhere on the interwebz that the cool moms were receiving ‘push presents.’ Gifts from their spouse, relatives, friends, what have you, for I don’t know what exactly, pushing a human through your vagina? Isn’t this what women have been doing since the beginning of time. Why did that deserve a… Read More »
“Let us see your palms,” my attending said to our patient.“You, too,” he said to me.I was in my internal medicine rotation in medical school and my attending was showing us physical exam findings in a patient with cirrhosis.“Why are this patient’s palms red?” The attending asked.Estrogen, I was thinking.“Oh. Yours are also red,” he… Read More »
It all started at my 33-week check-up. My OB measured my fundal height as 31 centimeters; not the expected 33. That was only the beginning. Who would have thought that measuring from the top of my uterus to my pubic bone would prompt an ultrasound which detected that our baby was breech? Even as a… Read More »