It was late winter, the height of RSV season that year. I stepped in to see my last patient of the afternoon, a 6-week-old baby girl brought in by her father for cough and congestion. “She’s not breathing right,” the father said, dispensing with formalities.
I clocked her respiratory rate at 66. The child lay on the exam table in obvious distress, chest and abdomen seesawing back and forth, retractions defining each rib with every short, rapid breath. more»
Interested readers can now access my latest Humane Medicine column — Goethe’s Erlkoenig: A poetic drama at the close of day — recently published in the Journal of the American Academy of Physician Assistants.
