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How do you say it?

On July 4th at 5 a.m., I’m loading the family into the car and driving very far away, where cellphones, pagers, and most critically the internet, do not work. Blogging has been very hard for me lately. I love writing, but due to work and family mishegos it’s been hard to keep up with the…

Doctoring is serious work

This is a piece from last year that is kinda resonating today, so I’m gonna share it with you.  –PalMD As I’ve written before, I love my work. You really have to love medicine to do it, because, contrary to popular belief, it’s a lousy way to get rich. I’m not starving or anything, but…

Good bye, Henry

Yesterday, a fellow medical blogger suffered a blow most of us cannot imagine. She goes by the name “drsmak” and was a great writer before her son fell ill, but when her son fell ill, her document of the struggle showed us how good the blogosphere can be. She allowed us a view of what…

Friendly Fire

This is an essay from several years ago, but with so many WWII vets dying, I thought I’d keep this little bit of oral history around. About an hour before my patients begin to show up, I sit at my desk and enjoy a cup of coffee while looking over the charts for the day.…

Notes from Honduras V

In 1999, during my intern year, Hurricane Mitch struck Central America. As stated below, I wanted to become involved. The program director of my residency was kind enough to view this as a worthwhile educational experience. This is my diary from the trip. Part IV is here. Leaving Our final evening in Juticalpa saw the…

Notes from Honduras IV

In 1999, during my intern year, Hurricane Mitch struck Central America. As stated below, I wanted to become involved. The program director of my residency was kind enough to view this as a worthwhile educational experience. This is my diary from the trip. Part III is here. After Hours We returned each night over the…

Notes from Honduras III

In 1999, during my intern year, Hurricane Mitch struck Central America. As stated below, I wanted to become involved. The program director of my residency was kind enough to view this as a worthwhile educational experience. This is my diary from the trip. Part II is here. Zopilotepe; the Clinic We loaded our supplies and…

Notes from Honduras II

In 1999, during my intern year, Hurricane Mitch struck Central America. As stated below, I wanted to become involved. The program director of my residency was kind enough to view this as a worthwhile educational experience. This is part II of my diary from the trip. Part I is here. To Juticalpa As we left…

Notes from Honduras I

In 1999, during my intern year, Hurricane Mitch struck Central America. As stated below, I wanted to become involved. The program director of my residency was kind enough to view this as a worthwhile educational experience. This is my diary from the trip. Beginning The idea to go to Honduras came about in a way…

An unexpected visit

Returning phone calls isn’t my strong suit. I’m not sure what it is, but I’d rather just take the calls as they come, whenever possible. I usually let my patients know to have me paged if they need anything important, so it’s not unusual for me to hear from my patients at odd times. It’s…