Sometimes, my primary care encounters teach me far more about the complexities of being human, and about life, than any psychotherapy session.
I look at the name on the chart before walking into the examination room. It’s Mr. Carlson, and the nurse has noted that he has had pain in his abdomen for the last 2 days.
“Mr. Carlson, how are you?” I shake his hand. His wife’s face is buried in a recent issue...