Latest Voices

By Pulse Team
October 2, 2019

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Coffee and Miracles

Karen Ross May 26, 2016 2 Comments

I am sipping the foam off my café latte, holding the cup with both hands because they’re shaking so much. It is early morning and very cold, even for New York, but the waiting room at Mount Sinai Hospital is warm and open to a 10-story atrium courtyard. The Starbucks on the ground floor seems to be the hub of the hospital, as, from the balcony of the waiting room, I watch doctors in scrubs, patients in wheelchairs, Hasidic Jews (identifiable by their curls) in black coats standing in a line that snakes through the lobby.

The Transition

Brie Chun May 7, 2016 No Comments

As a medical student, I would show up to clinic the first day of my rotation and introduce myself to the receptionist. Standing there in the waiting room, conspicuous in my short, white coat, and referring to myself as “the new medical student,” I’d feel the patients’ gaze. The receptionist would wave me to the clinic, and I would sigh with relief.

This Time, I’m Happy to Wait

Violet Kieu May 6, 2016 No Comments

It is the same old waiting room, but something is different. It is my first visit to my obstetrician after having my baby.

Pity Party

Debi Santini May 5, 2016 2 Comments

Following eye surgery, I was “sentenced” to two weeks of lying face down. But five days in I know without a doubt that something has gone horribly wrong.

Precipitation: 50%

Rita Ciresi May 5, 2016 No Comments

Sitting in the oncologist’s waiting room is like watching the weather report.

Deciphering the ER Triage Formula

Scott Bolhack May 5, 2016 No Comments

I want to know what the formula is. I’m speaking, of course, of the formula that gets one person back into the emergency room to be seen, while another waits and waits with the sick, cranky, disheveled masses.

Desperate for Change

Pamela Freundl Kirst May 4, 2016 2 Comments

It is a mild Sunday afternoon in October, and I am standing in front of a closed reception window, desperate for change. It is the early 1990s, and we don’t yet have cell phones. I have already exhausted my supply of coins, making calls on the public phone hanging on the wall in the ER waiting room.

Hope

Greg Manship May 3, 2016 3 Comments

Who knows how many voices created the cacophony that filled the waiting room that night? Words, wails and whispers gave sound to the gamut of human experiences and emotions. But as I listened, I heard one clear, unwavering note that floated above the clamor.

Green, White and Sterile

Bill Toms May 3, 2016 No Comments

The young, black-haired waiting-room receptionist, in a voice that is pleasant and professional but too loud, instructs those of us who are waiting–grey-haired and balding, strangely like me–where we should go for the next phase of our lives. So many are told to go to the critical-care waiting area that I worry that young black-hair knows no other destination. I have an urge to educate her about the “everything’s fine, no need to worry” waiting area and to speak a little more softly, but I think twice about it since, like all the people working here, she seems so powerful,