Jonathan Gotfried
I was a medical student doing my fourth-year rotation on the oncology floor. The floor offered many new sights, and from the first, I was struck by the two mammoth massage chairs sitting in a corner at the end of the longest corridor.
Their exaggerated curves were plastered with jet-black faux leather adorned with stitching details. Long, smooth armrests
Jordan Grumet
I’m sorry, Mrs. Lewis, for not making it to the hospital to see you yesterday….
Yesterday was one of those days when I felt like I could never catch up. My wife was going downtown for work, and we had to get up early. While she prepared, I helped my two-year-old son get dressed. We walked my wife to the train, then waited for the nanny. She was running late: I finally made
Donald Stewart
Majid Khan
I pull up on the side of the road on this rainy British summer’s day. The rain doesn’t make it easy to get my doctor’s bag out of the trunk, which I do in a hurry so I can make my way to the house where I’ve been asked to visit a 37-year-old man named Kenneth.
This really isn’t ideal. Now my bag is wet, my papers are wet, my trousers are wet
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