I am blessed to love being a doctor. As the child of two physicians, and the fifth generation of physicians in my family, I had no choice but to go to medical school. But from the first day of medical school, I loved it. What a privilege, to know how the human body works! And I didn’t think medical school was particularly fun: I thought it was hard. The first …
“Code fifty-two, emergency room. Code fifty-two, emergency room,” blared over the loud speaker in the hospital. Simultaneously a chorus of beepers went off, like crickets on a sticky summer day.
I glanced down at my pager that echoed the same message “CODE 52, EMERGENCY ROOM.” The same message flashed across the screen three more times as I ran quickly down the main hallway. Code 52 meant trauma. I was about to …
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