Over the course of medical school, you are expected to get comfortable with a whole host of expensive-sounding equipment (see: popsicle stick becomes tongue depressor).
You sling a stethoscope around your neck, maybe tuck a reflex hammer in your white coat pocket, and begin that privileged journey of looking for things that don’t sound or sit quite right.
You learn rather quickly that it won’t be you on stage, and somehow, you landed …
The dream was that reason, in the form of the arts and sciences, would liberate humanity from scarcity and the caprices of nature, ignorance and superstition, tyranny, and not least of all, the diseases of the body and the spirit.
-Paul Starr, The Social Transformation of American Medicine
In a local bookshop just outside of Boston, a small group made their way to their cherished celebrity bookclub. Tucked away on a foldable chair …
Basketball imposed my first patient experience in the American health care system. A loose ball and flying elbow saw me to an x-ray machine and a consult with a respected surgeon in New York City. The wait at the hospital was long. CNN blazed through the speakers and the only reading material was a sea of People magazine. For hours, I found myself in a blinking contest between Blitzer or Kardashian.
Once in …
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