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

staff were kind enough to slide into my hands at the end of a shift. There were days when the hunger gnawed so sharply I had to stand still in stairwells, cheeks hollow, palms pressed to cool painted walls, breathing through the dizziness before walking into a patient’s room with a steady smile.

Sometimes I cried in those stairwells. Quietly, shoulders continue reading …