The Heart Attack in My Brain

Written by Anonymous “You work here?!” I nodded, a hint of a smile revealing my bemusement at his incredulity. “Well… probably not after this.” The other patients in the psych waiting area of the ER nodded in agreement. In my newly issued brown scrubs, stripped of my belongings, I was no longer a research coordinator at a top hospital, but rather one of them. And sadly, they believed being one of them meant you couldn’t be much else. I didn’t add that I was going to be a doctor, but in hindsight I wish I had.