When I started working in primary care, I expected my daily working life to consist of a lot of ear infections and talks about weight loss. What I didn't expect was to be hit by a daily onslaught of depression and anxiety, but after about 2 years in, it's pretty much become routine. However, last year I collided with anxiety in an entirely different form, rooted deeply in a controversial social issue: Black Lives Matter
You always remember your first. Your first video game console, first car, first boyfriend/girlfriend. I remember my first real patient as a med student, my first patient in my adult medicine clinic in residency. Today, I remember my first patient in private practice to die on me
I lied to a patient today. It wasn't something I thought I'd ever do on purpose, but today I made the conscious decision to do so. And quite honestly, I have no regrets. What would compel me to do such a thing?  I always thought I'd be the doctor that would lay it all out there for patients - here's your diagnosis and here are the treatment options. Let's talk about what best fits in your life and what you're willing to do according to your values, not mine. And today, I totally threw that out the window.
What is with the need to explain this generation of physicians to the rest of our colleagues and society? What is so terrifying about millennials in medicine? ...