The problem with medicine is the people.
Imagine the worst scum-of-the-earth man you’ve ever met with alcohol-laden breath that would make Jack Daniels cry. Now give him pancreatitis and excruciating abdominal pain. Next, ship him to the hospital so that I can take care of him.
The beauty of medicine is the people.
Imagine a wonderfully sweet 65-year-old woman with 6 grandchildren and baking skills that would make Betty Crocker smile. Now give her a massive heart attack and excruciating chest pain. Next, ship her to the hospital so that I can take care of her.
Interesting dynamic, I suppose.
March 23rd, 2007 at 1:26 am
This sums it up perfectly.
I’ll be interested to follow your trip through residency.