A Day After being on call dealing with the electronic health record
Bleeping like neon screens off and on melancholy of the viewer glory of IT Electronic health record now online like the Terminator series humanity heading towards point of no return Logged on all the organs and vital functions in full view to peruse functional status Let's not forget metabolic indices circulatory parameters and those reminders and warnings uggh The house doctor with the paternal smile and bag of tricks thing of the past That was only when men walked on the moon Now we walk in cyberspace where all is revealed yet all is concealed
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