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Fit Test. I had a chance to re-certify my N95 fitting with my peers. The atmosphere was relaxed that morning. My friend asked me to take his picture with the N95 mask on as he pulled an intense stare down. I am watching you.

Fit Test.

I had a chance to re-certify my N95 fitting with my peers. The atmosphere was relaxed that morning. My friend asked me to take his picture with the N95 mask on as he pulled an intense stare down. I am watching you.

Light reading for the afternoon. Following a last minute scheduling change, I was left with a long afternoon break before I had to return to the clinic. Why not enjoy some lemonade while reviewing for ACLS?

Light reading for the afternoon.

Following a last minute scheduling change, I was left with a long afternoon break before I had to return to the clinic. Why not enjoy some lemonade while reviewing for ACLS?

The bus ride home. When I am at home, I de-stress by listening to some music or talking with my fiancée. When I am finishing an exam, I de-stress by getting a haircut or zoning out on the bus. I swipe my card, take my seat, and then watch the city bustle to the sound of cars, people, and the greenery. 

The bus ride home.

When I am at home, I de-stress by listening to some music or talking with my fiancée. When I am finishing an exam, I de-stress by getting a haircut or zoning out on the bus. I swipe my card, take my seat, and then watch the city bustle to the sound of cars, people, and the greenery. 

Please Remember Patient Confidentiality. As a medical student who sees patients through many specialties, I often find myself in situations where a distant conversation catches my ear. Because I identify. I identify who is being referred… “This patient of mine is not doing so well. Developed a pulmonary embolism following…” ..or did I? I listen longer. Perhaps I was wrong. We do our best always to keep the confidence of our information. We find quiet, private areas. We discuss them in hushed voices, hidden from public scrutiny. We remove as many identifiers as is feasible to convey our intentions.  Yet we still let slip on occasion. We are human after all. This sign is a testament to that. It is a reminder that we must all be mindful of our words. You never know who is listening.

Please Remember Patient Confidentiality.

As a medical student who sees patients through many specialties, I often find myself in situations where a distant conversation catches my ear. Because I identify.

I identify who is being referred…

“This patient of mine is not doing so well. Developed a pulmonary embolism following…”

..or did I? I listen longer. Perhaps I was wrong.

We do our best always to keep the confidence of our information. We find quiet, private areas. We discuss them in hushed voices, hidden from public scrutiny. We remove as many identifiers as is feasible to convey our intentions. 

Yet we still let slip on occasion. We are human after all. This sign is a testament to that. It is a reminder that we must all be mindful of our words.

You never know who is listening.

Life of a Medical Student. Studying for an exam while preparing pre-readings for the rotation. Sleeping late and waking early. Day in and day out. Classic.

Life of a Medical Student.

Studying for an exam while preparing pre-readings for the rotation. Sleeping late and waking early. Day in and day out. Classic.

Blood of Grapes, Wine Bottles Shaped Like the Human Heart by Constantin Bolimond. Now that is very clever. I could see this being a nice thank you gift for a cardiologist or a hematologist. I love the fluid shape and the high contrast used in the design. It really makes for an eye-catching shape that just immediately grabs you and will not let go.

Blood of Grapes, Wine Bottles Shaped Like the Human Heart by Constantin Bolimond.

Now that is very clever. I could see this being a nice thank you gift for a cardiologist or a hematologist. I love the fluid shape and the high contrast used in the design. It really makes for an eye-catching shape that just immediately grabs you and will not let go.

Sunday Morning Studying. One phone call and a desire to discuss clinical scenarios in preparation of an upcoming exam was all I needed to wake up early for a study session.

Sunday Morning Studying.

One phone call and a desire to discuss clinical scenarios in preparation of an upcoming exam was all I needed to wake up early for a study session.

She said, “Yes.” Let me take you back to the beginning of this story, before this blog, before medicine. Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin and they end with no lasting memories made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life. September 14th was a Thursday. It began as a simple story of a boy meets girl. In the early days of freshman university, two strangers, joined through class, exchanged the first words “Hi,” and “Hello.” That was the start of our journey together. Over studying, talking, and dining, we became friends. As the year went on, that friendship blossomed into a relationship. We were young and happy, with no inkling of where our story might take us. But it did not matter. We would take the days as they came. We weathered through the gloomy days of being apart, the struggles of finding time to spend together, and the ever burning question: what becomes of us? Yet we endured. We held on. We dared to hope. For every summit we climbed to our distant destination, our bond grew stronger, brighter. December 31st was a Monday. Six years now my partner and I have been together. The direction of our story has become clear. And now we face new challenges. But it does not matter. Because I know what trials lie ahead we will face together. We are there for each other through the light and the dark. And when I am with her, I know we can accomplish anything we set our minds to. Old habits die hard: we will take the days as they come. She is my friend, my girlfriend, my partner, and my fiancée. She is all of that and more. My heart is, and always will be, hers.

She said, “Yes.”

Let me take you back to the beginning of this story, before this blog, before medicine.

Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin and they end with no lasting memories made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life.

September 14th was a Thursday.

It began as a simple story of a boy meets girl. In the early days of freshman university, two strangers, joined through class, exchanged the first words “Hi,” and “Hello.” That was the start of our journey together.

Over studying, talking, and dining, we became friends.

As the year went on, that friendship blossomed into a relationship. We were young and happy, with no inkling of where our story might take us. But it did not matter. We would take the days as they came.

We weathered through the gloomy days of being apart, the struggles of finding time to spend together, and the ever burning question: what becomes of us? Yet we endured. We held on. We dared to hope. For every summit we climbed to our distant destination, our bond grew stronger, brighter.

December 31st was a Monday.

Six years now my partner and I have been together. The direction of our story has become clear. And now we face new challenges. But it does not matter. Because I know what trials lie ahead we will face together. We are there for each other through the light and the dark. And when I am with her, I know we can accomplish anything we set our minds to. Old habits die hard: we will take the days as they come.

She is my friend, my girlfriend, my partner, and my fiancée. She is all of that and more.

My heart is, and always will be, hers.

Night Watch. I changed into my scrubs, grabbed the pager, and unpacked my dinner. From then on, it was a waiting game. I stuffed myself with food, not knowing when the pager would sound off its high pitched squeal and when I might take my last bite. It is better not to work on an empty stomach.

Night Watch.

I changed into my scrubs, grabbed the pager, and unpacked my dinner. From then on, it was a waiting game. I stuffed myself with food, not knowing when the pager would sound off its high pitched squeal and when I might take my last bite. It is better not to work on an empty stomach.

Winter Treats. In the call room burning the midnight oil with nothing but my pager, my stethoscope and my stationary to keep me company. I received this bundle of treats just yesterday. No better time to indulge than now during a calm in the winter storm.

Winter Treats.

In the call room burning the midnight oil with nothing but my pager, my stethoscope and my stationary to keep me company. I received this bundle of treats just yesterday. No better time to indulge than now during a calm in the winter storm.