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I read Dear Provider in a letter from a health care company. Provider is a fine word, and I’ve always felt proud to provide for my family—but the company doesn’t know guys from Jersey are sensitive.
My hacker stole my identity crisis.
A phone rings on stage like a flashback and we return to our fantasy that characters can die and revive, that the show must go on . . .
The past is prologue riding close behind. Give up your practice? And do what instead? Psychiatrists are not the retiring kind!
Our daughter’s first day of Med School ten years ago, computer charged, a career choice . . .
I imagine Emma on a winter night, an eight-year-old curled fireside in a wing chair, proving her skill with weeping willows...
What is more concerning? The voices in his head or not being able to decipher them without a hearing aid?
They sulk and swear when I say, “Sorry, no Jollies,” tune out when I lecture about sugar, acid, and tooth decay— they’ve known sweetness and want more....
My musician patient in a fetal curl, Tchaikovsky’s “Meditation” plays an endless loop against this climate controlled conspiracy of monitors and machines...
Laziness or disease? You decide.
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