“When it was time to hang pictures in our new house in San Antonio, my wife asked me to buy a studfinder. As a husband I demurred; as an internist, I flat-out refused. We internists make it our business to devine the stutters and stumbles of lungs, hearts, brains, adrenals, guts, gonads – hence the term ‘internal medicine.’ Once upon a time, doctors examined patients not with CAT scans of MRIs but with their senses. ‘Surely’ I said, ‘skills that can find pus behind the chest wall can find a stud behind drywall.’”
— excerpt from Abraham Verghese’s “Bedside Manners”
Tagged: Fiction, Nonfiction