Tag: doctoring
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Hypochlorous Acid: The Surprising Truth Behind Selling Pool Water for Massive Profit
Put yourself in the following scenario: a new, all natural sweetener is out on the market. We need to give it a sexy name, so let’s call it “sucre dans l’eau” or something. People everywhere are raving about it. “Adding to a small amount completely changes the flavor profile of my dish!” “My cakes are…
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The Hardest Thing I’ve Ever Done, Part I
We step into the kitchen and I put my discharge paperwork along with paper bags full of new medications, Paxlovid among them, on the island. My belly is 8 months heavy, and I’m exhausted. We (my baby and I) have just been released after an overnight stay at the hospital. It’s late Spring, 2022. I…
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My Contribution
My son rests his head in tthe hollow where my arm meets my chest, as if it were made for him. As I kiss his forehead I feel the head radiating from his skull; he’s too warm. 103.2. My guess was off, only 101.4. No better than yesterday, I’m afraid. Worse, even. What will we…
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Second shift
Across the screen float up semi-transparent strings in poor focus. Floaters. A consequence of myopic vision and likely tired eyes as I stare blankly at the last clinic note from today. Getting notes done is easier at clinic than at home- the monitors are wide, the keyboards are crisp, and at my right there’s a…
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Requiem of a dream in residency
I don’t know when exactly my dream died. Sometime I wonder if it was ever really my dream, or if it indeed *was* my dream, and my questioning it’s validity as a way for me to cope with its untimely death. Before marching to dermatology I had the audacity to wonder what it would be…
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Night Feeding
A pretty kitty to keep me company in the predawn quiet. Charmion is a little surprised but not upset to have a friend at 3:30 AM. She sits on my folders, walks over my keyboard, and butts her head against my hand as I work. My computer hums softly, the keys a little sticky from…
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Mom Guilt
My toddlers cries are piercing their way through my closed bedroom door. She’s with a babysitter at the moment, and a very good one by my first impression. Cue severe Mom-Guilt. “You should be tending to her,” it says. BG’s cry tells me that she’s and in need of some snacks and a nap. We…
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The Friday Before V-Day
It’s the Friday before Valentine’s Day. I’m practicing my morning ritual of getting up at an obscene hour (4:30) and using the time to scroll through my phone in the blissful darkness of a quiet bedroom, with our sound machine droning in the background. My baby stirs next to me and makes little grunting sounds…
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Professionalism
I made the call when BG vomited for the third time the three ounces of formula we’d just given her: She’s not going to daycare tomorrow. Which mean that I need to call in sick. Residents don’t call in sick. And they especially don’t call in sick by proxy. But the thought of my daughter…
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A Typical Sunday
It’s Sunday afternoon and the afternoon sun is filtering through the the closed shades of my bedroom. BG is snuggling up against me and craning to look at my laptop screen. She just woke up from a nap. We move to the living room as she’ll want to start moving around soon and my “office”…
Med-Derm, MD 