You lose your pen with the red and blue and black ink when the attending asks to borrow it with an impatient hand on inpatient rounds. You lose your voice when they stand around waiting and the monitor hoots and the family stares and the fellow says, speak up! You lose your list somewhere on the walk between Bed 21 and Bed 42 and you swore you had it but now it’s gone. But you …
Good times have never passed as quickly as the three months, ten days and twelve hours
I have spent under Dr. ***’s service.
When the love of my life started medical school, I knew she would need all of my support to get through it. I knew this because she told me.
I know better. / I know nothing, and I am useless. / So don’t throw words at me insinuating that / I am knowledgeable.