Fuck you, Andrew Wakefield. And Jenny McCarthy too, while we're at it. I’ve blogged about this before, but every so often, this particular rage bubble boils back to the surface like a poorly treated infection. And I get it—truly, I do. Finding out your child is autistic is life-altering. It brings …
Before everything today I just want to say rest in peace to Loretta Swit. You were adored as Hot Lips Houlihan in M*A*S*H. You willingly became a champion for women in the military as well as nursing without doing anything more than playing an honest role as a nurse in a mobile Army surgical hospital …
Continue reading The Myth of Medical Perfection (and the Reality That Follows)
The last entry talked about the aftermath—how the music never swells, and hugs don't always come. There's no curtain call when the truth comes out. Just more fallout. I want to take a moment to circle back to why this blog started in the first place. Originally, this space was meant to be …
I have been on a bit of hiatus, well, kinda since everything went downhill a while back. I have spent the last few weeks working on taking my practice to a real office, ya know, with a waiting room and actual exam rooms, the whole thing. I know a scary concept to say that I …
