Being a doctor sometimes extends far beyond our own patients
I boarded the 8:30 Metro-North railroad train home from Manhattan recently after leaving a medical meeting. It had been a long and productive day, but now I was searching for a mint in my pocketbook because I had a weird taste in my mouth. All I found was a lollipop.
Just before the train left Grand Central, a family of three hurried on and sat near me. The father said, “My …
Being a doctor sometimes extends far beyond our own patients
