Getting my hands dirty pt.1

I had always thought myself apolitical. I had always thought myself too pristine for the dirty game- or so it was called. I had always thought that my opinions did not matter, could not be heard, would not make a difference. But my friend and roommate during my internship year, helped me to see myself …

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Am I the angel of death?

I remember asking myself this question almost a year ago, when I'd just started my rotation in internal medicine. Theoretically speaking, that was my strong suit. I had buzzed through and aced every single test in that department during my time in medical school. I had the mind for clinical reasoning, or so I thought. …

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