The seasonal high winds that once seemed a romantic part of living in Los Angeles now stir an annual sense of doom.
As we rush into the arms of AI medicine, will compelling research on the importance of the patient-doctor relationship be ignored?
July 1995. It was my first night of internship, the next step after medical school. I’d already admitted a half dozen patients to the Cardiac Intensive Care Unit from the emergency room under the watch of a third-year resident. The CCU was the scariest first-night internship assignment there was.
Winds that once seemed romantic are now a source of annual fear.
There was a low rumble in the room. I couldn’t hear what anyone was saying above the din, but I feel the excitement in my body even now as my memory-neurons fire. This new batch of future doctors was about to enter terrain more daunting than the fundamentals of