Tag Archives: Family Doctor
Carnival
Have you ever noticed that the games at the carnival are rigged? You play them anyway. There’s always the chance that you’ll beat the odds. You’ll be the one walking around with that giant panda bear and the crowds … Continue reading →
Runner’s Low
Since my mom passed away, running has been harder for me. It’s hard to find the time. It’s hard to get away. She used to watch the kids while my husband and I went to races. Plus it’s near impossible … Continue reading →
Those who can, should teach.
I love having students. I’ve had all kinds. High schoolers considering a career in medicine. Premed students applying for medical school. PA students. Medical students on a family medicine rotation. My partner recently asked me if I get paid to … Continue reading →
The Day After
Sometimes it isn’t until the day after a tragedy that it starts to really sink in. It’s not until after you close your eyes and your body finally succumbs to sleep. You awaken in the morning to the stark reality. … Continue reading →
8 Things Only Bloggers (and Blog Readers) Would Understand
I’m celebrating my 75th blogpost! I started this silly little blog in November 2015. Why? I don’t know. Why not? Blogging is not for everyone. For me, I just can’t help it. I have so much shit to say. I … Continue reading →
The Moment
In retrospect, the moment that I decided to go to medical school happened in our kitchen. My mother answered the phone back when phones hung on walls. Back when one phone belonged to everyone in the house. Back when I … Continue reading →
Use the Damn Q-Tip
Just not inside your ear canal. When did Q tips become the enemy of the medical professional? Never let them use the Q tips in their ears. It was a cryptic message. NEVER. In the ears. That was day one … Continue reading →
The Commute
I drive a little more than 30 miles to work and then 30 miles back home again. Most weekdays. For the past 9 years. My husband does the same thing. We both commute to almost the same area. Over the … Continue reading →
Flawed
I don’t always do the right thing. I don’t always figure it out. That’s the worst part of this job. The not being perfect part because not being perfect means I’m flawed and flawed people make mistakes and my mistakes … Continue reading →
Good Grief
I remember the first time that I wanted to be a writer. I was in the third grade. The assignment was to write a story about a tin can. I titled it, “The Diary of a Tin Can.” I even … Continue reading →


