It was THE WORST game. I broke out in a cold sweat every time our Improv group leader announced that the game was on the evening agenda. As part of our Improv "practices", we played a variety of games (think "Scenes from a Hat" or "House Party" from the show Whose Line Is It Anyway)…

Time. What a difference time makes. Just 10 days ago, I saw these shelters popping up in the hospital parking lot - an ominous harbinger of the rocky ride to come. A week ago, half of my patients for the day called in to cancel – and I didn't blame them. Six days ago, I…

Solo car rides are generally therapeutic - perhaps in the same way as a "runner's high", which I generally miss out on because I'm experiencing a combination of nausea and internal dialogue of I hate this My lungs hurt I hate this I think maybe I'm dying. I've put 3500 miles on my car* in the…