I was in third grade when I started snooping in my older sisters high school literature books. I had all I needed with Dick and Jane, Mrs. Piggle Wiggle, the girl with the crazy braids and freckles (whats her faceah, yeah, Pippy Longstocking). Then there was Nancy Drew who began to annoy me because her stories all ended the same. Yawn. But the classics were much more interesting and expanded my vocabulary. So each time I snuck into my sisters bedroom to tackle the stanzas of the 18th century, Rime of the Ancyent Marinere, my heart pounded with the way Samuel Taylor Coleridges words sang to me. As a little kid, what was most memorable about the long, poetic tale of an old, guilt-ridden sailor were the words, water, water, every where nor any drop to drink. Stuck at sea during a violent storm with his dying crewmates and the ghost of a huge dead bird, there was so much water yet they dared not drink it. Seawater is not palatable and would only make you thirstier because of its salt content.
A couple of weeks ago, I faced another unfortunate, racist interaction with a patient I was trying to treat. I got in my car that day, still parked in the hospital lot, called my mom and cried. I cried my eyes out. I could hear the pain in her voice as she coaxed and comforted me, promising me that for all the horrible patient encounters Ive had--plenty more appreciative, future patients were still out there. Reflecting on that encounter for the past couple of weeks, Ive had several thoughts: Does this patient know what Ive sacrificed and been through to get to this point, the pinnacle of my medical school career, just months before graduating as a physician? Why does a piece of cloth over my head discount the white coat on my shoulders? Has she ever met a Muslim face-to-face before? Were her hurtful words a reflection of the tainted images and stories seen in the news? Is this lady going to vote for Trump too?! As I near the end of my medical school career and anxiously await
By: Marsha Bonhart I wish you good health. That includes the happiness and peace of mind that accompany it. If you are a believer, you can find that salutation in the Book of John, I pray that you may enjoy good health and that all may go well with you. If your spirituality takes another direction, know that Buddha states, to keep the body in good health is a duty, for otherwise we shall not be able to trim the lamp of wisdom and keep our mind strong and clear. Or, the author William Londen, to insure good health: eat lightly, breathe deeply, live moderately, cultivate cheerfulness and maintain an interest in life. Each of these writings connects the mind and body to the pursuit of healthy living. The connection, according to common dictionaries, is based upon taking into account the physiological, psychic and spiritual relationships between the state of the body and that of the mind. It means how what we think can affect how we physically feel. The theory is centuries old. Once
By: Meghan McCarthy Do you remember the days where you could sit idly over a meal for hours on end, sipping a second glass of Chardonnay and bantering whimsically with your partner of choice, while the last rays of the setting summer sun grace your nearly empty plates? Yeah, me neither, although I sure wouldnt mind engaging in that fantasy. To be completely honest, these days I dream about this more than fifty shades of anything. Dont tell my husband. Currently, my time is split between breastfeeding a six-week old infant who is hungrier than the combined cast of the Housewives of Beverly Hills, sneaking in snippets of sleep whenever possible and putting as much food in my mouth fast, so I can continue to meet the demands of my ever growing and insatiable spawn. To say I get hangry would be an understatement and yet I still care about the kinds of foods I toss down my gullet. Hence: Five Ways to Eat Healthy in a Hurry Food Preparation: when I spend an hour or two preparing food,
By Fatima Fahs Did you know that September is Women in Medicine Month? When I tell someone Im involved in the American Medical Womens Association (AMWA), my favorite response is, Are organizations like that still necessary? Its 2015. First, thanks for the clarification of what year we are in. Isnt it shocking that in 2015 women in medicine are still not equal to their male counterparts? And second, to answer your question: Yes, AMWA is extremely necessary in todays day and age. Allow me to explain why, after a brief history lesson. AMWA, established in 1915 by Dr. Bertha Van Hoosen, stands as the oldest multispecialty womens medical organization. At the time it was founded, women made up less than 6 percent of physicians. The organization served to connect these women to one another, mentor and help new physician graduates find work (by publishing lists of institutions that would actually consider hiring a woman). In World War I, the U.S. government called on physicians across the