On a Wednesday in late May, I brought my 11-month-old Mabel back inside from a walk. I had just received my wife's text message that she was on the Metro and I was in a hurry to get the baby dinner before we left to pick her up. As I was holding the frozen fish under the faucet, I heard a loud crash.
You have not heard about these nominations, because the Academy really doesn't have a category of Best Health-Themed Movie of the Year. But as a physician, I know that what everyone sees on the big screen causes us to think about our personal lives and experiences and informs many of our conversations.
I tend not to go to the doctor when something is wrong; I will muscle through the pain until it goes away. Do not mistake this for some strong-stoicism because I will complain every minute that the pain is there. It was this anti-stoicism that landed me in the hospital just a few days before my son Alexander's third birthday.