Keeping Time
That's Brandenberg Concerto #3,” the Latino teenager informed me as I entered the exam room. I have a habit of whistling around the hospital. A little Bach. A little Gershwin. Disney. The Beatles. Italian folk songs. Christmas carols in December. I mix it up. As whistlers go, I'm pretty go...
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| Format: | Electronic Article |
| Language: | English |
| Check availability: | HBZ Gateway |
| Interlibrary Loan: | Interlibrary Loan for the Fachinformationsdienste (Specialized Information Services in Germany) |
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2013
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| In: |
The Hastings Center report
Year: 2013, Volume: 43, Issue: 6, Pages: 7-8 |
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| Summary: | That's Brandenberg Concerto #3,” the Latino teenager informed me as I entered the exam room. I have a habit of whistling around the hospital. A little Bach. A little Gershwin. Disney. The Beatles. Italian folk songs. Christmas carols in December. I mix it up. As whistlers go, I'm pretty good—maybe a seven out of ten, all around—but I'm no virtuoso. In my work as a family physician, my repertoire is also quite broad, but not endlessly deep. My Latino teenager ostensibly came in for evaluation of a “lump” that turned out to be a small lymph node. The real reason for his visit, however, was to discuss symptoms of depression and anxiety, a self-described sense of “disassociation,” and his severely alcoholic father. “Tell the doctor why you are really here,” his mother told us both in Spanish as she exited the room. And I had fifteen minutes. With patients waiting. |
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| ISSN: | 1552-146X |
| Contains: | Enthalten in: Hastings Center, The Hastings Center report
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| Persistent identifiers: | DOI: 10.1002/hast.224 |
