In the fall of 2001, I was a medical student doing an Internal Medicine clerkship in Brooklyn, New York City. Every morning we attended “morning report” from 8-9 am in a basement conference room. Morning report is an hour-long conference during which cases from...
Three years ago, I almost quit medicine. I left a clinical job that I loved to be closer to family. New job had me working eighty to one hundred hour weeks (more than residency). The environment was toxic and nepotism was rampant. Administration constantly reminded us...
