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

dozen patients at once. A trauma code was running in the back; a child with an asthma exacerbation wheezed in room seven; someone’s grandfather refused to stop complaining about the hallway light.

My phone buzzed in the pocket of my white coat.

I almost ignored it. Personal calls during a shift were rare and usually unnecessary. But something about the continue reading …