My chief resident gave me a strange look when I arrived for another day of work at the Mayo Clinic one morning. “Something you’re not telling us?” she asked, gesturing to the two letters on my desk ...
“I felt like my brain was controlled by a computer chip.” “I wasn’t myself.” “I couldn’t think for myself. I really couldn’t think at all.” “I looked in the mirror and felt like I wasn’t there.” “All ...
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