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After deep reflection, I’ve made the difficult choice not to continue “This May Hurt a Bit” as part of the Scientific American blogs network under its new direction.
The intuitions, insights, and growing pains of a medical student
After deep reflection, I’ve made the difficult choice not to continue “This May Hurt a Bit” as part of the Scientific American blogs network under its new direction.
It's okay that you don't remember me. My name is Shara, and I'm part of the surgical team. I'm checking to see how you're doing after your surgery.
There was a very large lesion in his left frontal lobe, and no one knew what it was. He had been admitted earlier that day, after a neighbor found him in the hallway, confused and covered in urine...
On my second day of fourth year, I had to make a decision. “Mr. K would like Miralax,” read the nurse’s page. A medical sub-internship, which a student completes in her fourth year, is designed to be an internship with training wheels...
We met on my birthday and your age trailed mine by a week. Your past medical history bare, you let me see you sick. You let me feel the margins of your spleen, your sexual history, your confusion over why this and why you and what now and what next...
When we told the patient and his family that the mass in his lung was highly concerning for cancer, he didn't say anything. His daughter asked about his symptoms.
“Your hands feel like velvet,” the 94-year-old woman told me as I pushed on her abdomen in the emergency department on a Friday night. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s said to me all day,” I told her...
“I woke up forty days ago,” began a 922-word email sent to me shortly after I shared a story about a demented patient continually waking up to discover that he had had a leg amputation.