August 29, 2014

family medicine

     My phone buzzes on silent against my waist during rounds.  As it would be rude to whip my phone out while the attending is talking, I wait for a more opportune moment.  It's my dad and his a-fib has been acting up.  It's not bad but it's been persistent and resistant to his usual dose of medication.  I quickly text back what to do and to let me know how it works.
     A bit later he texts, "it has subsided."
     I respond, somewhat tongue in cheek, somewhat seriously, "how is it having concierge medicine?" 
     My dad responds, "Excellent!"

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