Things are rather humdrum here in Iowa, not that I’m complaining.  Life continues, with new colleagues, new challenges, and new clinical responsibilities as a second year fellow.

Fotunately, in the past few days, because of the lull in activity, I have had a chance to write.  Without giving too much away, I would like to provide a sneak peak for the next essay I intend on drafting:

There are few physicians who have read the works of Anton Chekhov.  Even fewer have heard of his gun.  But still, Checkhov’s gun hangs unobstrusively in the background of every case report in medical literature today, waiting patiently to be discharged at a moment’s notice.  It can be considered both the greatest strength of the modern case report, as well as its most notable bane.  To those who do not know, …

Well, that’s how it starts.  I’m not sure how it will end though, but I suppose that is the fun of writing.