When embarrassment is a teacher in medicine
When I arrived in the U.S. as a young physician in the early first week, I didn’t know what “passed out” meant. Or “threw up.” My English was polished—British-style, courtesy of Indian schooling—but I wasn’t prepared for American slang, accents, or sports metaphors. So there I was in a Philadelphia hospital, fumbling through a patient history. I was embarrassed—by my accent, my vocabulary, my uncertainty. But I wasn’t humiliated. That …