Bollocks to the Hippocratic Oath

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    The higher I progress in the medical profession, the more I realize that half of being a doctor is saying things with authority and hoping my patient doesn’t die—which most of the time works. The ones that do die would probably have died no matter what...

  • One-Night Stand Syndrome

    You know that feeling you have after a night of heavy drinking when you wake up and the pain is matched only by your nauseating shame after realizing there's a stranger's warm naked body beside you? Well, that happens for one man every morning, and it...

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  • Don't Touch Me

    I don’t want to feel the bristles of your beard on my face after searching through a patient's pubes for crabs. I don’t want to hug you and feel the dampness of your warm sweat under your shirt after turning over obese patients all day.

  • Fat Chance

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  • What I Know About Death

    I haven’t cried for a patient in over five years. I worry I’ve become a cold-hearted bitch who makes small children scream, jabs old ladies with needles, and remains unfazed in the face of relentless suffering.

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