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

” I said. I tucked my phone away. “Let’s go.”

Work doesn’t pause for personal earthquakes. It keeps coming, one patient at a time.

I slipped into the current of the shift again. I stitched a laceration. I reassured a teenager with chest pain that wasn’t a heart attack. I ordered labs, interpreted scans, adjusted medications. Every time my phone buzzed—an continue reading …