“How Doctors Think is a window into the mind of the physician and an insightful examination of the all-important relationship between doctors and their patients.” This is an excerpt from the back cover of the book, and after reading the first two chapters, I can attest to its validity. Several anecdotes are given by the author (Dr. Jerome Groopman) and his colleagues regarding instances in their career where the patient-doctor relationship’s significance became all too clear.
Those closest to me know that I’m not a reader. Not even close. In fact, I can’t even remember the last novel I read for school, and as far as outside reading goes, it’s literally nonexistent. I’m just not the type of person who can sit down with a book and read for pleasure without constantly wondering how many pages are left before the end of the chapter. My interests are reading short, journal-like articles… but not necessarily related to science. I love reading other people’s blog entries as they’re usually concise, original, and straightforward enough to keep me interested for the duration of the piece. But in preparation for medical school, I need to “learn how to read” all over again.
I remember when I first saw John Vay. It was before I even started summer-school prior to my freshman year at HBU. I was in the bookstore (in the MD Anderson at that time), and I noted a rather loud Asian guy outside. As I waited in line to purchase my textbooks, I saw him walking from table to table greeting everyone in his enthusiastic and jovial manner.
I spent the majority of today cleaning each room in the house, and then laying down a pesticide in anticipation for springtime critters. It was a perfect chance for me to implement something I read in a magazine to make the house “greener” (and lower the electric bill).
Is anyone else even slightly perturbed by the number of Facebook groups dedicated to retrieving phone numbers? I’ll occasional browse random friends’ profiles and come across their “Groups” section. What do I find? “Help, *** ***** needs your phone number!” or “MY CELL PHONE WAS STOLEN! I need your number!” or “MY PHONE DROWNED, GIMME THOSE DIGITS!”
