Last Call
“Are you even a doctor?”
“Are you even a doctor?”
For self care, they say to “fill your cup.”
As female physicians,
Workplace sexism is an everyday reality.
“Where will you go next?” people ask,
dying to know my answer.
He went by Joe. I helped him die.
“Beep beep beep” goes the pager.
Another cross-cover problem.
To the struggles that only you know
That you wrestle with
One day I arrived to work,
looked around the team room,
She materializes on screen in her usual
sunny spot,
Can be helpful in describing disease
processes
A slip.
Table of contents
Front cover art
Front inside art
These upcoming pages reflect a medley of narratives
Radiation oncology, first clinical rotation
Rain scarred sand wash, wise-textured face.
You presented with subclavian steal, and its rarity
A whirl in my belly,
There’s a color scheme to maintain
50 year old male, camping, canned soup
You grew up when the valley was farmland
Two years my junior
She’s sweet, talkative, a great med student patient.