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A gang member shot by cops and paralyzed just wanted a radio
My patient was trying to kill himself by refusing to treat a bladder infection. I looked down at him. His aura was black, indicating the premeditated murder of a human. Guess they hadn’t caught him for that one. His gang tats were Latin American,…
The form of functional female bodies
The U.S. Congress is considering regulating one of the most lucrative and powerful companies in the U.S. because teenage girls are attempting suicide over algorithmic images of female bodies. As an MD-technologist, this is my jam. For over ten years, I…
When you die: a poem
I will tell you exactly And only the facts. You are trapped a little for a time And unhappy Then your face hollows and it has a death mask As the soul withdraws from the body And you look at me and tell me who you see It is always someone, Sitting ther…
Medicine is not a business: a poem
Medicine is not a business You fools. Healing is your blueprint, activated to complete itself. A doctor does not broker it, The best anyone can do is align you With what you should be, And stay out of the way. (Like a teenager setting off an illegal fi…
A physician’s pain poem
For many years I was not certain physical pain existed. I know this is rude. But I felt so little of it. I could only assume that other people did too. Like a child, with a skinned knee. “All better,” I would say, and they would look at me. Quizzically…
