Would you have elective surgery in the nearby major teaching institution on July 4 th ? Why not, you wonder? Prowling around the hospital wards every July are the fresh faced interns wearing starched white coats, with stethoscopes draped across their shoulders, with pockets stuffed with reflex hammers, K-Y jelly, and various cheat sheets to rescue ailing patients. These guys know nothing. How do I know this? I was one of them. Luckily, I knew that I was clueless and never pretended that I could treat athlete’s foot or even a splinter. Imagine you are in a hospital bed in early summer complaining of chest discomfort. Your nurse summons the intern who speeds into your room peppering you with questions. Before you finish your answer to a question, another question erupts. This physician is barely out of his shrink wrap and is understandably anxious that he is witnessing an impending cardiac catastrophe. With his spanking new stethoscope, he establishes that there is a
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