“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 »
“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 »