Places That Keep Me Going

When you work nights in the ICU, you start mapping the city in pulses and beeps instead of streets and bays. These are the spots I move through over and over—codes in the Health District, family conferences under bad fluorescent lighting, a quick cry in a stairwell, then a reset with a journal article and a coffee in Coral Gables. It’s not a guide so much as the little circuit that’s kept me learning, practicing, and mostly intact all these years… anyway, here’s where I end up when it’s about medicine in all its messy forms.