All Glory is Fleeting
“So, how would we test for PBC?” my professor asks from the front of the room.
“So, how would we test for PBC?” my professor asks from the front of the room.
Good times have never passed as quickly as the three months, ten days and twelve hours
I have spent under Dr. ***’s service.
On the first day of lecture, my dear, sweet professor / Had fallen ill with a case of the flu.
A few weeks ago, I was unhinging my jaw to swallow the proverbial firehose of information that is musculoskeletal medicine. At some stage between prying my mouth open and forcibly dislocating my temporomandibular joint (really the highest-yield medical procedure for medical students in the information age … I highly recommend it if you want to have at least a fighting chance at Step 1), the following scenario blossomed into my mind: A medical student from 1910 time travels to the present day to document out how medical training has changed, and he quickly takes note of a few other things.
This is one of the more disturbing sequences in a show that is invariably unafraid to tackle uncomfortable topics head-on, such as terrorism and sexual misconduct. The fact that this also happens to be my favorite sequence in television might warrant a discussion with my therapist. But that’s neither here nor there. Notwithstanding the resounding innuendo of the unpeeled banana, Louis CK left nothing for the viewers’ imagination as he dreams of a scenario in which Al Qaeda finally understands the merits of liberal society.
Rather Humerus: A web comic aiming to shine a creative and Rather Humerus spotlight on med school.
I looked up from my computer to motion the next patient in line and saw before me an elderly gentleman who resembled many of the other patients attending our health fair in Key West. Casually dressed: a white V-neck T-shirt and track pants. Hair: gray and wispy. Skin: tan and leathery from the sun. He was over six feet tall, with an athletic build for a man his age. It was approaching lunch hour and the line for my Med IT station was dwindling.
A web comic aiming to shine a creative and Rather Humerus spotlight on med school.
A web comic aiming to shine a creative and Rather Humerus spotlight on med school.
What is it like being a superstar comedian in medicine, recovering from burnout, and starting a new model of health care delivery in Las Vegas? More importantly, what do Gangnam Style and Tupac Shakur have to do with medicine? I had a chance to sit down with Dr. Zubin Damania, a former hospitalist, comedian and rapper at ZDoggMD, and now co-founder of Turntable Health, a new revolution in health care delivery.
This week, History & Physical sits down with Dr. Cranquis, who has been called the “grandfather of the Tumblr ‘medblr’ community,” and is the dean of the Princeton-Medbloro Teaching Hospital, the first Tumblr-based residency program. Dr. Cranquis is an urgent care physician and blogs about his experiences on Dr. Cranquis’ Mumbled Gripes. In this podcast, we spoke with Dr. Cranquis about the medical community on Tumblr, humor in medicine, and social media as a means of communication, coping and camaraderie for medical students.
“This can be a depressing specialty at times; we laugh to stay sane,” my attending explained as I stared in dismay at the cackling residents and faculty after one of them made a rude comment about their patient. This was the first day of my rotation on this service and I was very disappointed. Still brimming with the ideals of professionalism taught in the first two years of medical school, the scenario I witnessed seemed …