There’s fitness and nutrition.
And cycling, with its metaphors.
And electrophysiology, AF and-the-like.
Stories of clinical judgement–which require playground-sense not biochem-sense to master.
The tragedies of intrusions to the doctor-patient relationship.
All worthy topics for blog posts.
But today, while in pajama’s, with sticky eyes, well before the sun showed herself, there is only one story.
I don’t have all the answers, but I do have a voice—albeit a lot softer one than I do in the EP lab.
Visiting church usually feels pretty good, a peaceful sensation, contemplative, calming.
This morning was no different.