Dispatch #1 from Cox's Bazar
November 30, 2018 I finished residency 5 months ago. I have worked approximately sixty shifts as an attending. Let's call it roughly six hundred patients treated (though maybe a few more). And I'm already bored. Not bored like, "why the hell am I doing this?" but bored like "fever, cough, abdominal pain, for more than two months? yeah, you'll be alright." Now my job has some awesome pathology. Good sick folks who really need an ER doc, and the thought of that gets my heart pumping! But there's plenty of pathology as well where there's nothing acute, nothing emergent that I can reverse, nothing that acutely needs an ER doctor and may be better treated by a PCP. I'm always happy to listen, happy to help as best I can, and try to do what I can with what I got, but it's time for an adventure. And so that maybe explains why I find myself cruising along at 35,000 ft, with the Himalayan mountains out the left side of the plane and the Indian