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

without warning. The waiting room was full; the monitors in triage sang their shrill, impatient songs. Someone had dropped a tray in the hallway twenty minutes earlier, and no one had had time to pick it up, so the floor was a collage of scattered saline flushes and wrappers.

I stood at the nurses’ station, reviewing lab results, my brain juggling a continue reading …