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.


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