About the Book

Once you figure out that practicing medicine is war at times, you need a stategy. You want to fight a just war against the unfathomable. Incompetence, greed, or the next random injustice, but no plan suits every skirmish. You reason, you plead, cajole, or fly off the handle until you find a foxhole. Then, the tincture of time can work its magic, and a dodgy sense of gallows humor comes in handy.

Soon, your best medicine depends more on how well you can fly by the seat of your pants than on any wisdom you can muster.