Notes of an Anesthesioboist

Wherein an adult student of oboe chronicles her adventures in music, medicine, and faith, and other stories... “Novelists, opera singers, even doctors, have in common the unique and marvelous experience of entering into the very skin of another human being. What can compare with it?” -Willa Cather

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Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Do You Decry Your Doctor's Dyslexia?

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The same op-ed section from the Boston globe that I quoted in my earlier post "Medicine Hates Moms" contained the following quest...

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Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Learning to Play; or, Two Steps Forward, One Step Back II

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I think a capacity for silliness or playfulness is important. I find that people who don't seem to have one either are miserable or tend...

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Sunday, September 16, 2007

Medicine Hates Moms

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Speaking of opening old wounds...I need to vent about Sophie Currier's battle against the National Board of Medical Examiners. A few day...

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Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Wound Care

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Not too long ago I had to counsel a family about a surgical procedure their loved one needed in order to have a chance at survival but which...

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Tuesday, July 17, 2007

The Limits of Viability

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21 weeks, 6 days. As far as I know, this is the gestational age of the youngest premature infant to have survived beyond birth. Amillia Tayl...

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Thursday, June 28, 2007

Composition and Decomposition

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I remember being afraid as I stood in line waiting to enter the anatomy lab for the first time in medical school. What I can't remember ...

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T.: I'm a wife & mom. I'm a doctor too. I listen to classical Christmas carols all year round (they make me happy). I also love to read, write, cook, eat, dance, play music, and ponder things. I do a lot of my pondering here.

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