They Cut Me Off In Med School—Until They Saw My Name On The ER Badge

lying and she’s really worried about you.”

I stopped moving. For a second, my brain refused to process the words, like a system overloaded.

The library. The endless nights of studying. The chronic emptiness of my bank account. The ID badge around my neck. The rotations. The hours spent listening to attendings, charting, watching patients breathe. The continue reading …