Tight Shirts, Lance Armstrong & Anti-Depressants

I could see the panic peaking through the GP's wire-rimmed glasses. Med school hadn't written a playbook for this kinda shit. Benevolently retreating from his keyboard he exhaled, "Any thoughts of Suicide?" I paused, his unintentional ambivalence to the complexity of question had thrown me. This is a two-box kind of answer for him I thought. "No...." … Continue reading Tight Shirts, Lance Armstrong & Anti-Depressants