The Real Doctor Will See You Shortly by Matt McCarthy had me messaging my cardiologist. It was the description of "flashing" wherein the heart suddenly, as with a flash flood, can't pump enough. The lungs fill with blood and the patient feels as if they're drowning. If not treated, they do.
Having brought a morbid curiosity to boiling, I eagerly embarqued into Do No Harm by Henry Marsh.
Both books portray the psychological & physical endurance courses that are the daily fare of practicing medicine. And both do a great job of giving credence to the term "practicing' where though confidence may be accrued, it can quickly evaporate.
Whats interesting is how both Marsh & McCarthy wrangle the anguish of telling people they're going to die. Marsh, angry at "the gods," feels shame at losing his professional distance, whereas McCarthy, almost gagging from anxiety, works steadily at embracing the emotional pain.
I'm combining them withThe Grace in Dying by Kathleen Singh for a bit of metaphorical jumping up & down on the end of the diving board.
The internet, in all its magical glory, was by my side when I queried "aneurysm clips."
Smallest of the small roach clips, this German company touts itself as "the most trusted name....."
