Yesterday was the High Holiday of medical students everywhere:  Match Day.  For Med School seniors, it is the Day of Reckoning:  the day when angels descend with a Shofar G'dol encased in a white envelope -- i.e. the day that The Computer spits out the locations where the senior med students have been placed for their residency and the smart ( Read more... )

    Patients telling me I'm "the best doctor [they]'ve ever hard"  makes me very uncomfortable.  For awhile, I joked, privately, that statement on its own was diagnostic of a personality disorder.  (There's some validity there; patients with personality disorders, especially borderline, have a tendency to pick out "best" and "worst" doctors, and ( Read more... )

    Writing has never come easily for me.  My parents had to be called in to my third grade classroom, because I refused to put words to paper.  There are reasons -- as most people who know me can imagine, I need structure, and my hippy school didn't really teach grammar.  Even more difficult to me was semantics -- having ideas that were of supreme ( Read more... )