A Wound Reopened

Disclaimer: the following does not refer to any one person. I am posting mostly as a selfish sort of catharsis. I wrote this not to offend, but to work through some hard issues and perhaps show others that they are not alone. I see you smiling, laughing I see you hugging in the hallways I…

When Misery Is a Good Thing

My skin hurts. To be honest, my everything hurts. Still, I am thrilled to say I got my second Covid shot yesterday morning; being (relatively) young and (physically) healthy, I thought there was no way I’d be fully vaccinated before June. But, oh boy, I advise not strutting around telling everyone that there’s no way…

Why I Fear the End of the Pandemic

For much of the decade leading up to 2020, my daily uniform involved some combination of sweats and pajamas. In the last year, though, sheltering in place transformed this from something to conceal into endless memes and jokes. Let me back up. In October 2009, I left a medical residency at Mt. Sinai Hospital in…