HOWARD GOLDSTEIN
ARTICLES BY THIS AUTHOR
- 12/25/2020
The house call
- 12/12/2020
The devil is in the detail
- 12/3/2020
There's a hole in the bucket list
- 11/19/2020
A doctor's wardrobe over the decades
- 10/4/2020
September of my years
- 8/16/2020
September song
Retirement is now six weeks and counting. Retirement looms in the time of Covid. What started out as a best-laid plan over a year ago is rapidly becoming a reality. It has not been without a few diversions and unexpected forks in the road, however. - 8/1/2020
The sound of silence
The email arrived in the Monday morning flurry. It was from Dan enquiring whether “Dr. Goldstein’s office was opening for patients.” I responded and asked him to email my secretary and arrange an appointment. This was his preferred mode of communication. Dan is congenitally deaf. - 7/22/2020
To sleep, perchance to dream
An explosive flash of light illuminates the room, jolting me from the restorative phase of a long-awaited sleep. In the depths of the darkness of the night, the bedroom is as if on fire. The clinical differential would include an acute cerebrovascular event or a novel seizure, neither prognostically reassuring. I lie in the stillness, cold-sweating, until pulse and orientation are considered stable. I leave the bed, walk into the great room, gaze out into the dark stillness and settle into the iconic chair, the epitome of personal space and comfort. The time is 2:10 a.m. - 7/11/2020
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