Passion In Medicine
I had the great honor of being a guest blogger over at Healthy, Unwealthy and Becoming Wise today. Head over there and show Erin some comment love – we want to hear where you derive your inspiration to do whatever it is…
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I had the great honor of being a guest blogger over at Healthy, Unwealthy and Becoming Wise today. Head over there and show Erin some comment love – we want to hear where you derive your inspiration to do whatever it is…
When I deployed my initial desperate plea for non-US medical students or doctors who were willing to help me out with this series @bramzo, a 2nd year medical student in Belgium, was the first to agree. He was excited about the…
As I explained yesterday, every Monday until I run out of volunteers I’m going to be featuring a description of medical education around the world. Today’s country is the United States. Please let me know if I left out anything…
A recent conversation I had on Twitter concerning becoming and working as a doctor in the United States sparked my interest in what medical education entails around the world. I may or may not have been engaging in this conversation…
Become An Organ Donor – Find Your State It was Spring Break, 2006 – my second Spring Break of college. We laid on the beach in Rocky Point, Mexico all morning and, sometime around noon, made our way back inside for…
One weekend during my Neuro block last semester, while I was busy trying to figure out what the heck a heinously disproportionate and frightening naked guy named Homunculus was doing living in my brain*, my 16 year old sister, Madison,…
Being in medical school means I often find myself spending the entire day alone at a coffee shop table meant for 6 people with four books, my laptop, a barrage of notes, a white erase board and occasionally a strange…
Photo: Truthout.org’s Flickr Stream If you’ve read any of my blog at all you probably know by now that I’m a medical student. Applying to medical school is a long, exhausting process. I know because, well, I did it twice.…
….okay not really, but if I wasn’t anti-oldladypunching I would have. It’s probably a good thing I hold this stance on using my fists to show 70 year old women what I think, otherwise there’s a good chance I would…
assuming my patients meet a few criterion: Patient is made of plastic. Patient consists of only the body part I need. Patient is unable to move. Patient is not breathing. Today we had a workshop, hosted by the Emergency Medicine…